to the edge of the table. Her skirt rucked up to her hips with his advance. The hard ridge of his cock brushed against her pussy. She shivered. A ball of desire began tightening in her stomach and she tightened her legs around his hips. Her juices gathered and she knew they were probably moistening the bottom of her skirt.
His hand slipped between their bodies and cupped her pussy through her skirt. He pressed and one of his fingers slipped between the folds and stroked against her clit. The feel of the fabric rubbing against that sensitive skin sent bolts of heat streaking through her. The pounding beat of her heart echoed in her ears.
“You’re wet already.” His hand ground against her, pushing her arousal higher.
She held on to him, almost panting for more. She kissed along his jaw until her lips brushed over his. The moment his lips opened, she kissed him hungrily. Her hips lifted into his hand, but he pulled his hand back. She wanted to ride those fingers until she screamed. He didn’t give her the chance. Her inner muscles clenched and the emptiness left her aching.
Tearing her mouth away from his, she pressed her face to his neck to resist the urge to kiss him again. “Give me more.”
He chuckled and began unbuttoning her shirt. “Not yet, Cami. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me.”
She began working on the buttons of his shirt. One caught and hung, frustrating her. Tugging at the shirt and pushing at the button, she tried to get it through the hole, but it popped off and flew across the room. She lost interest in it as soon as his shirt gaped open.
Smoothing her hands over his chest, she took her time and explored his broad chest. The heat and rippling muscles beneath the skin fascinated her. If she didn’t burn for him, she could spend the day exploring his hard body. But she did and she wasn’t denying herself this taste. She scraped her nails across his nipples. Flicking at the hard beads, she hoped that the teasing touch sent shards of pleasure through him as it did her.
He grasped one of her hands and drew it down to the hardened ridge pushing against his pants. “I want your fingers on my cock.”
She untied the laces with fumbling fingers. The normal task seemed harder than it should be. The leather string finally fell free and his cock pressed the flaps outward even as she reached for his thick length. The moment her fingers curled around his shaft, he drew in a hissing breath. She dropped kisses over his chest as her hand began stroking. He groaned and his hips rocked forward into her hand.
“That feels good.” His voice sounded even rougher than normal and the rumble seemed to roll over her body just as if it were a physical caress. “Tighten your fingers a little.”
She did as he said. Her thumb circled the rounded head and then she drew her hand back down to the base. She licked and nipped at the skin just above the darkened skin around his nipple. He tensed and his hips bucked. Reaching down, he gripped her hand and slowly drew it away from his cock.
His chest heaved as he pulled in a harsh breath and she felt his chin rest atop her head for a moment before he straightened. Her hands grabbed at him as he stepped back. He clasped her wrists and pushed them down to the tabletop.
She sat there stunned for a moment as he unfastened her skirt. He lifted her and tugged the garment until it slid down her thighs. Almost before she knew what had happened, her buttocks were back on the table. The wood felt cool against her skin and a shiver skittered up her spine. He unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders. She pulled her hands free. She wanted to touch him.
His hands glided up her thighs as he slowly knelt between her thighs. She stiffened when his fingers brushed over the scar on her thigh, but he didn’t flinch or react in any way other than to keep stroking her legs.
She drew in a slow breath and slid her hands over his shoulders. Anticipation built. Her mind locked on the thought of his mouth on her pussy. Oh yes.
She felt his breath on her thigh and closed her eyes as tingles skimmed across her flesh from that moist puff. His mouth