Since we both know I’m about to die from a massive sperm overload, I think you already know what I need.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. Jeez, this is highly inappropriate cafeteria behaviour, but he’s just so fun to sext. I write back.
Tell me what you want? I want the details.
All the sordid details.
He raises an eyebrow and his dark eyes drop to my lips before he replies.
I want to start with you on your back, naked, your legs wide open for me.
I want to inhale every inch
of you with my tongue.
You have no idea how badly
I need to taste you.
How badly I need to be inside of you…
That will do. I look up to see the desire dancing like fire in his eyes, and my body starts to tingle with arousal. When he looks at me this way, it’s like I can already feel his touch on my skin. Another text bounces back.
Get Jenna to mind Owen tonight.
Come over.
Spend the night with me.
I smirk and write back.
Come over or come under?
He smiles sexily.
You will come under and
then you will come over.
I need you.
Good God. I get a vision of riding that beautiful, big cock. God, it’s been so long.
Nine weeks.
Nine weeks without him touching me feels like a lifetime. I text back.
I will see what I can do.
xoxo
It’s after nine when I knock on Cameron’s door.
I waited until I got Owen to bed before I came over. If he knew I was coming here without him, there would have been hell to pay. Cameron answers the door in his boxer shorts and nothing else. He smiles down on me. I didn’t tell him I was definitely coming, but I’m pretty sure he’s happy that I did. My eyes drop to his broad, muscular chest and the chiselled abs.
My heart somersaults in my chest. He’s just so perfect.
“Miss Tucker,” he breathes as he steps forward and takes my face between his hands. His eyes hold mine as he bends and kisses me. He’s all suction and domination.
I smile against his lips as his hips grind against me, and I feel my sex clench in appreciation of his hard body. He grabs my hand and rips me roughly into the house, slamming the door shut behind us.
He walks through to the kitchen and sits me up on the counter. He spreads my legs in my dress and runs his hands up my bare thighs.
Goosebumps scatter my skin as he looks at me. “Do you have any idea how badly I need you?” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. For the first time in nine weeks, we’re alone. This could be dangerous.
He grabs my hair in his hand, pulls my head back, and kisses me. His tongue slides through my open mouth and I sigh against his lips.
My eyes shut and I moan. Oh God, I need this.
I need him.
His mouth drops to my neck where he bites and sucks me so hard I think I’ll be marked tomorrow, but I don’t care. I want him to mark me.
I want him to claim me.
His mouth drops to my breast and he bites my nipple through my dress. I cry out. “Ouch, Cam,” I whisper as I hold the back of his head.
“Don’t ouch me, Bloss. Not tonight,” he whispers against my breast. “I need it hard and deep. There is no ouch tonight.”
Bloody hell. Let’s get straight to it then.
My stomach flutters with fear because I know he means it. Just as he said, he kisses me hard and deep. His lips run feverishly over my collarbone and chest. He pushes me back over the counter and the things go flying. Ah, shit. Can we have a glass of wine first, at least?
I lay back as he lifts my dress and removes my panties. He can’t wait one second longer. I hold my breath as I stare up at the ceiling. This seems so damn intimate when he looks at me like this. He parts me with his fingers, slowly bending so his tongue sweeps through my flesh.
Holy shit. “Ohh,” I cry
His eyes close and he starts to eat me for dear life—long, hard sucks and nibbles. All I can do is hold onto his broad