And more than anything, I wanted his heart. It felt like I had been wanting Cameron forever, but in this moment I knew that I would never want anyone else. It had been him all along. The one I'd been waiting for, the one I'd been saving everything for—my heart, my body, my world. My heart was already his, but tonight I wanted my body to belong to him, and his to mine. "Kara." He whispered my name softly, adoringly, like a sigh, like truth, like his blessing. His blue eyes were soft, filled with unspoken words that my heart recognized and made me yearn for him so badly I ached from it. "The way you look at me..." Suddenly he looked vulnerable, his eyes reflecting pain. "What is it?" "Will you look at me like that for...a long time? Even after this night ends." My throat was thick with emotion. "How am I looking at you?" Instead of replying, he kissed me again. This time the kiss was gentle, almost heartbreaking in its tenderness. His touch elicited a longing so deep inside me I wondered if he hadn't felt it on my skin. "Cam." "Yeah?" "I want you to take me tonight." His eyes closed, lips parting. I saw him swallow, mesmerized by the masculine movement of his Adam's apple. The long line of his neck. He was devastatingly beautiful. And he was all mine. "You wanna fuck?" I nodded. "Are you sure? You have to be sure, Kara." "Yes, I am. I want you. I've never been more sure about anything in my life." He grabbed my wrist, but I pulled away. His eyes were confused as they turned to me but gleamed with understanding as I fumbled the button of his fly, moved his zipper down. He sprang up, hot and heavy in my hand. The tip of him already glistening. He leaned against the desk, lowered his head to watch me as I went to my knees. I glanced up and found him watching me. Cameron's jaw looked hard and uncompromising, and I noticed that he'd gripped the edge of the desk, veins and tendons stood out in his muscular forearms. I pumped him with both my fists, thrill springing up inside me when I heard him groan deeply. He was so thick in my hand, so hard, scorching hot to the touch. I startled when he suddenly bracketed both my arms with his hands, lifted me to my feet and scooped me in his arms. "Cam?" But he didn't say anything as he carried me to the bed and laid me gently on it. The sheets were cool and smooth on my back as I backed up on the bed, rested my head on a pillow. He stood over it, and I watched in fascination as he took off his shirt, threw it on the floor. Pushed the rest of his jeans down and kicked them off. His body was magnificent. Broad shoulders, long torso, thick, muscular arms, hard and thick thighs. There was nothing more I wanted but to touch his skin, feel his body on top of mine. Or beneath. But what I really wanted most was taste him again. "I'm going to come if you let me fuck your mouth now," he said roughly. "I need to be inside you." Oh God. My breathing picked up at his words, my body on fire so soon even after the orgasms he'd given me. I never thought that I would feel this way about anyone. That my heart and my body would need and crave him so desperately. I heard about it, read about it, watched it in the movies, but I'd never seen it with my own eyes. Not with my parents especially. But I was feeling it now. It pushed me to be bold, to grasp what was wonderful and given to me freely with everything I had. And I knew the gift given to me was Cameron. It had been him all along. I scrambled up, crawling toward him where he stood over the bed. Staring up at him, I gripped his hips and pulled him toward me. We fell on the bed, his strong arms on either side of my head, our bodies flushed against each other. I could feel him, hot and heavy and thick against my stomach. "Come up to me, Cam." "What are you doing?" he rasped. "I want you. In my mouth. Just like the way you did it with me in your bed." He let out a sharp breath, nostrils flaring. His stunning blue eyes looked wild and so intense, so focused on me. "I don't want to hurt you. I want to be careful with you." "I'm not going to break." He swiped a hand over his mouth, considering. Then, "You should know that you can change your mind anytime." "I know that." "Good." "What are you waiting for?" I challenged. "Are you ready to give me what I want?" I could see his mind working hard to fight his body's desires, but his control was slipping. He made a fist, brought it to his mouth, biting into his knuckle as he stared between my legs, then back up to my face. I wanted him to let loose, I wanted him wild. Maybe that was dangerous. Even after all the intimate things we'd done together, I was aware that having sex with Cameron would be mind-blowingly different and meant so much more. It was my first time to have sex, and maybe I should have been scared, should have been more nervous than I was, but I felt safe with him. He made me feel desirable, made me feel sexy and beautiful. Being with someone as sexual as Cameron, knowing that he wanted me very much, made me bold. I knew that what we would share tonight would be special and amazing. The mattress dipped as he climbed on it. Slowly he shifted on top of me, my body between his knees as he moved closer to my face. He was so big, his body so defined and muscular that he loomed over me. I rubbed my legs together, feeling a familiar ache. "Just once, maybe." He rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes heavy as he stared at my mouth. He gripped his cock around his fist, rubbing it on my lips. "Lick it." My tongue slipped out, licking the tip once, twice. He growled, watching me with hungry eyes. "Open your mouth." When I did, he pressed his cock past my lips, pushing inside. I started to suck him, softly at first, then hard. His dark flavor exploded in my mouth, the sea taste of him. I moaned around him, feeling my mouth stretched out.