She opens her eyes, but it takes a few seconds for the fogginess to clear.
“I want you to listen very carefully.” I cup her breast then pull one strap off her shoulder to pop one full breast out from her bra. One hand between her legs, the other toying with her nipple, I have her at my mercy. “You’re not my slut.” I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she groans so fucking sexy I feel it in my balls. “You’re not my fuck buddy.”
“Cameron—”
“Tell me you get me.” I plunge in three fingers and clamp down on her nipple. “You’re not Mason’s or anyone else’s.”
“More . . .” The word fades into a moan.
“I know you want to come, baby, and you will, but first we need to get some shit straight. When we’re straight, I’m gonna lay you back and eat until I’m full.”
“Oh my—”
“But not until we’re clear.”
She’s writhing against my palm, arching her back and offering her breast. My dick is straining behind my zipper, but tonight isn’t about my getting off.
“You’re worth more to me than a quick fuck.” I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“Whatever you want, just promise you won’t stop.”
A tiny grin pulls at my lips. “Whatever I want . . .”
“Mmmm . . .”
“Tell me you’re not a slut.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not . . . a slut.”
It doesn’t sound like she believes it, but we haven’t got all night.
“Lie back.”
She adjusts and drops back to her elbows while I drag her ass to hang off the edge of the dresser. I slide her panties off and toss them aside then drop to my knees. Placing a kiss on one ankle at a time, I rest one of her long legs over my shoulder, followed by the other. Her high heels dig into my back, and I groan at the pleasure-pain.
My hands cup her ass, and with my thumbs, I open her up to me. “Fuckin’ starving for this, baby.”
I lick long and slowly. Her tender flesh, so soft against my tongue, is heaven, and I delve in deeper for more. Mmm . . . so damn sweet. Her thighs quiver against my shoulders, and I bury my fingers back inside her tight body.
Her head drops back to the wall; hands fist into my hair. She pulls me closer, grinding down on my fingers while I use my lips, tongue, and small grazes of my teeth to bring her close.
She’s moaning my name, and her legs clamp down hard on my back. I growl as she pulls me in, draws me deeper into her body. Sensing she’s ready, I suck hard and hold on with my teeth.
A rasping whimper falls from her lips, and her body tightens up. She calls out my name and rips at my hair as the orgasm thrashes through her. She’s pulsing against my mouth, and my eyes drop closed in an attempt to control the urge to seek out my own release. To sink inside and mark her so deeply that any man who comes close can smell me on her skin.
That sounds insane in my own head, but it also sounds right. What the hell am I getting myself into?
Fifteen
Eve
Cameron slides me off his dresser to my feet. Still coming down from my release, I lean back against the solid furniture so I don’t topple over. He snags my panties from somewhere and slides them up my legs then wraps me in a hug. “You okay?”
“I . . . yes? Yes.” I can’t think or breathe right. After a few minutes between my legs, he’s left me a stuttering mess of buzzing skin and tingling girlie parts. “I’m good, yeah. Thanks.”
His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. “My pleasure.”
An obvious symbol of his lack of receiving pleasure digs into my stomach. I slide my hand between us and grip him from the outside of his jeans.
A hiss seeps from between his teeth, and he pulls his hips back. “Not tonight.”
The nauseous roll of rejection turns my stomach. “Oh, but I thought—”
“You’re my slut? Fuck buddy?” He drops a soft kiss to my forehead. “Not tonight, Yvette.”
A flash of disgust makes me cringe at his use of my full name, but it quickly disappears when his words sink in. He doesn’t want me to reciprocate so I don’t feel used. I’ve never been with a guy who wasn’t more concerned with getting off than he was about me. And fuck if my eyes are welling up with tears at the thought of Cameron putting his own needs aside. For me.
I suck it back and peek up at him. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
He blinks and his expression hardens. “That can’t be true.”
I push out an uncomfortable laugh. No need to air out all my garbage here and now. “Nah . . . it’s not, but that’s really cool of you.”
“Need to go make an appearance out there. Don’t know who’s left, but I—”
“Oh shit!” I cover my mouth. I totally forgot about Mason. How long have I been back here? “I need to go.” I straighten my dress and do my best to wipe the I-just-came-hard look from my face. “Do I look okay?”
He glares at me, but doesn’t answer.