"That's right," he murmured in my ear. "Come closer to me." His fingers wrapped around the back of my head, twining in my hair as he drew me down to his mouth. I closed my eyes when our lips met. There was unmistakable relief mixed with pleasure as we kissed. As though this moment, this kiss was what I'd been waiting for after a long, hard day. He sucked my bottom lip in his mouth, licking at it slowly, biting softly, taking his time. He released my hair, his hand sliding down to cup my jaw, keeping me in place as he plundered my mouth with obvious enjoyment. His other hand flicked the robe off my shoulders, exposing me completely. He swallowed my gasp, his tongue stroking mine hungrily. "I want to see you," he murmured. "Can I turn the light on?" I held my breath, hesitated. I wanted to see him too, but... I'd always been insecure about my body, especially my tiny breasts, but then I remembered how he looked at me, how he always made me feel beautiful, made me feel like a desirable woman so that all the insecurities I had held inside myself melted away. I didn't respond with words, instead I reached over and turned the lamp on. I sat back on his hard stomach, trying to stop myself from covering my small breasts, looking everywhere but his eyes. He lifted himself up on his elbows, silent. I could feel his massive hard body vibrating beneath me, but he remained patient. I knew what he was waiting for. When I gathered enough courage, I lifted my eyes to him and sucked in a breath. The soft lamplight landed delicately on his angelic face. He was so painfully beautiful that sometimes it was hard to believe he was real. "Kara." It wasn't just his physical beauty that kept me coming back. It was the kindness and patience and caring he'd shown me. It was his quick mind, his resilience, his strength that drove away his fears. And still he was a mystery to me. No matter how hard I try, I couldn't figure him out completely. "You're so beautiful," he said, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. "Every part of you." My throat felt thick with emotion. No one had ever made me feel the way he did. Or looked at me the way he was looking at me now. As though he had been waiting for me all along. My heart pounded as my arm fell to my side, showing him all of me. It seemed unbelievable that he would find me as beautiful as I found him beautiful, but his eyes showed his sincerity. And his desire. "I can't stop looking at you," he whispered. In the dim light from the lamp, his eyes were mercilessly blue as they focused on my mouth, sliding down my neck, lingered on my breasts, lingered longer between my legs, then slowly went back up to my eyes. He lifted his hand toward my mouth and rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip. Instinctively, I licked my lip. And his finger in the process. His eyes became hooded, filled with hunger. "Suck," he said in a low murmur. I opened my mouth and he slowly rubbed the inside of my lip, as though he was luxuriating how soft it was under his fingertip. I closed my mouth and sucked on him tentatively. He closed his eyes, groaning deeply. Why did that turn me on so much? When he opened them, he pulled his thumb out from my mouth and, with his eyes on mine, placed it in his mouth and sucked on it, just as I did earlier. There was a small smile playing on his lips as slowly, deliberately, he flicked his thumb on my nipple, circling it, wetting it. "Let me taste them now," he said. His hand moved to my lower back, urging me to bend toward him. "Put your hands on the headboard. Stay still," he ordered. My skin felt on fire. There was authority in his voice that would normally prick my temper, but here, in the intimacy of the dark, it sparked a yearning inside me. I held my breath, my body tense like a string on a bow as I leaned forward and gripped the headboard. Waiting, waiting. I jumped when I felt his hands smooth up my thighs. He let out a soft laugh. "Shh. Easy," he whispered. "I'll take care of you." His big hands caressed my thighs soothingly, sliding up my waist, up, up until he framed the sides of my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples. "I want this," he said. He pulled me closer, pressing his face between my breasts, breathing in my skin. The silky strands of his dark hair tickled me, adding fuel to the fire building between my legs. "Tell me you want this." "I want this," I choked out. And when he started to suck, I burned. "Ahh," I cried out, arching my back, rubbing my hips against him as he sucked my nipple in his mouth. He teased me, tugging my nipple gently with his teeth before laving it with his tongue. Sucking again, licking, sucking. His groans pushed me over the edge. I kept my hands on the headboard, gripping it hard, trying to stay still just like he said. I was afraid if I let go, I would come apart. But instead of reaching a release, his sucking made the ache between my legs stronger. I wanted more. Please, please more, Cameron. "I got you, baby." I'd said it out loud. I was afraid where he was taking me. Afraid and excited and eager to get there. Heat pooled in my chest, trickling down into my stomach and much, much lower. I wanted to rub my legs together, ease the ache that was feeling more and more intense. "Come up to me. Higher. To my mouth." Shock froze me for a moment. He gripped my ass, and I clutched at the headboard as he lifted me carefully toward his face. My knees on the pillow, my legs open, framing his dark head. And then he laid a soft, soft kiss on my center. "Ohmigod. Cameron." I felt scandalized but so turned on. He groaned, licking his lips. "So good. I'm fucking addicted to your taste." My knees felt shaky as I tried to lift them up, closed them, but his arms curled around my thighs, keeping me open and in place. "Get what you want, baby." He flattened his tongue on my inner thigh, licking slowly, sucking my skin, sliding his mouth closer, closer between my legs. "Ride me. Rub it all over me." He was so unapologetically lustful, so open with his desires, so encouraging with mine that it made it easy for my inhibitions to fall away. "Cameron," I choked out, almost sobbing. It was too much and not enough at the same time. "I need..." "I know what you need," he growled. "Let me show you. Hold on to the headboard." My knees dug on the pillow as his fingers clutched at my hips and he devoured me with his mouth. I gripped the headboard with one hand, his hair with the other, screaming, as his tongue delved inside me, spearing in fast and deep. I thrashed, circling my hips, crying out as pleasure came over me wave after wave. And still he kept licking, sucking, lashing me with his wicked tongue. "Fuck yeah. You're coming, aren't you? That's it, baby." The vibrations from his words, from the sexy groans at the back of his throat unraveled me. I felt my climax building inside me, spreading wild and everywhere, consuming me. I let go, crying out as I came apart.