“Take this off.” He pulled the shirt over her head, disposed of it, tossed it behind him, and a second later he was laying her back on a wide, leather couch as he knelt on the floor beside her.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. She had deliberately not worn a bra, and now, as Cam stared down at her, as those light, bright-green eyes narrowed on the swollen, hard-tipped mounds of her br**sts, she was fiercely glad she hadn’t.
Her ni**les ached. They hurt with the need for his touch, the stroke of his tongue, his lips.
“You’re beautiful.” He said it so simply, his voice so husky and rasping with hunger that she felt her lower stomach tighten violently in reaction.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” One broad hand cupped a breast. “Ever.”
Then his lips were covering her nipple, sucking it deep inside his mouth, as her back arched and a cry fell from her lips.
She was only barely aware of his other hand pushing at the elastic band of her short skirt, pushing it over her hips. The black skirt was amazingly daring, the thong beneath it so brief that she had nearly not worn it.
But this was Cam. There was no shame with Cam.
She writhed beneath his mouth, his tongue flickering over her nipple, flaying it with heat as she kicked the skirt from her ankles and his large hand pressed between her thighs.
His fingers pushed under her panties, found her slick and wet, as a cry ripped past her lips and her fingers tightened in his hair.
The tip of one finger rubbed at the entrance to her body, drawing more of the silky wetness from her. Jaci felt as though she were burning from the inside out, lost in a vortex and fighting to find her way.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he whispered, as though he knew, understood. “Just hold on to me. It’s all okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. She had waited too long, needed too much.
Her hands tore at his shirt until he jerked it from his shoulders with one hand. The fingers of the other continued to stroke, to massage the swollen folds of her pu**y.
Her hands pushed down on his chest as she fought to breathe, her fingers fumbling with his belt, then the zipper of his pants.
A minute later, the hard, impressive length of his erection was free.
He knelt beside the couch, his fingers doing erotic, wicked things between her thighs, and all she could do was stare at the hard, swollen head of his cock.
It was dark, throbbing, the heavily veined shaft twitching under her fingers as she curled them around it. Not that they could meet. There was a lot of flesh there.
“Jaci,” he growled her name—a rough, thick sound—as she lifted her head and placed a kiss at his thigh.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” And she had. Endless nights of dreams.
“All of it, Jaci?” he asked her then. “Everything?”
“Everything.” She lifted her head and licked over the engorged c**k head, the taste of stormy male and dark lust meeting her tongue as she moaned at the knowledge that he wanted her. Cam wanted her.
“Like this.” His hand caught in her hair, held her head still, then his h*ps pressed the thick length closer. “Open your mouth, baby. Slow and easy. Take me there.”
Slow and easy. She let her tongue flicker over the head, feeling his hands tighten in her hair as he filled her mouth with the hard flesh.
Jaci couldn’t help but cry out. She stared up at him, her lashes heavy, heat consuming her as she began to draw on the sensitive crest, sucking and licking it. Reliving all the fantasies she had ever wove in her head when it came to Cam.
As she drew on him she felt her thong slide down her legs. Felt his hand part her thighs. His tongue lapped at the moist flesh of her pu**y, sliding through the narrow slit, circling her clit.
She stared up at Cam. He had one hand buried in her hair, the other circling her hand, guiding his c**k in and out of her mouth.
And between her thighs . . .
A whimper left her, as knowledge slowly penetrated her as surely as that tongue penetrated her vagina, and calloused male hands spread her thighs wider.
She tried to jerk back, but his fingers tightened.