"I like top and bottom," I answered. "There's more than top and bottom. I'll show you some other time." "Show me now." "Baby, I know sex feels good. It makes you forget. I can make you forget again, make you feel good, make me feel good, but—" I bit my lip, unsure if it would work, but I followed instinct and lifted my hips and rubbed them against him. He was hard as a rock. I could feel his shape, the rigidness and impressive size of him. "Fuck." He groaned. In response, he held my hips down, fingers digging possessively on my skin, grinding against me in a hard and fast rhythm that told me how much he wanted me. "Fucking torture." He placed his arms on either side of my head, snapping his eyes to me for a moment before lowering down to where he was grinding between my legs. He watched for a while and it felt so fucking carnal and dirty. He was hands down the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life. "You're so fucking hot," I whimpered, lifting my hips to meet his. He gripped my jaw gently but firmly, then brought his mouth down to mine. He sucked my bottom lip, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, moaning his appreciation. The sexy sounds he made had me pressing closer against his magnificent body. His tongue darted out to tease, in and out, playing in my mouth. He savoured my taste slowly, then more aggressively, letting me know how much he wanted me. It created a now familiar ache between my legs and made me want to rub myself all over him. Made me wonder what it would be like once he took me. I wanted to drink him in. I wanted more. Boldly, I wrapped my legs around his hips, my hands coming around him in an attempt to get closer to him. His mouth travelled down to my chin, biting lightly, then kept kissing down until he stopped on the crook of my neck. He sucked there, lightly then hard. "Can't," he growled. His hand slid down to stroke the inside of my thighs, squeezing. "Can't give you more than this tonight." "Why?" He closed his eyes, licking his lips as if he was tasting me again. After a moment, he unclasped my arms and legs around him. He knelt on the bed, caging my legs, and stared at me with burning blue eyes filled with hunger. He growled, swiping a hand across his face before he closed my robe, tying it securely. Reaching for my hands, he kissed my palms gently before sitting on the side of the bed, his back to me. "Cameron?" "You think after what happened to you today that I would?" I paused and took a deep breath, thinking of what to say, but he spoke before I could. "I don't want you to feel sorry tomorrow morning when you realize what you've given me when you can't think straight. Christ. I'm already a fucking asshole for eating you out." He raked his fingers in his hair, his hand sliding down to his neck as he massaged it. "You didn't see yourself earlier when I caught you in the rain. I won't take advantage of you anymore than I already have. I won't take more than what you're willing to give." He was wrong, because I had already decided a long time ago that I would give myself to him, but I understood what he was saying. He said earlier that sex made you forget, made you feel good, and he was right. He made me forget, he made me feel good. He was unselfish with it, thinking only of my pleasure, not taking what I was more than willing to give him tonight. I sat up, about to reach out to him when he suddenly rose. "Don't push me." His voice sounded harsh. "You'll be sleeping in this bedroom alone tonight if you don't stop. Tell me you understand." I studied his face for a moment. "I understand." He didn't look happy. In fact, he looked frustrated and restless. "You feeling okay?" Even with his needs unfulfilled, he was still concerned about me. I appreciated it more than words could express. It brought warmth inside my chest. "I think so. I don't want to think about what happened today yet." "All right." Just like that. He was exceptionally beautiful, his body powerful, but what was inside him was both and more. "Do you want your phone?" he asked. "It was ringing nonstop." "No." He didn't respond, but I felt like he was waiting. Did he know me that well? "Okay." I blew out a breath. "Shit. Give it to me. And Cameron?" "Yeah?" "Don't ever steal my phone from me again. Now you tell me you understand." He smirked and left. When he came back, he was holding my phone and a charger. "It's dead. You need to charge it." I swallowed the lump in my throat. It had a full charge when I left this morning. My dad or Dylan had probably phoned nonstop. And...Tala. I shook my thoughts away. It hurt too much to think about today. I watched as Cameron crouched on the floor beside me, plugged and placed my phone on the bedside table. "Let me fix you something to eat," he said, looking up at me. His intense blue eyes lowered and zeroed in on my mouth, staring for a moment. He clenched his jaw. I could feel his desire in the air. I wanted it. Then he straightened and moved away. "Come out when you're ready." I nodded, rubbing the soft blanket between my fingers, trying to organize the chaos I was feeling inside. "Kara." I looked up. He was at the door already. "I want you more than fucking goddamned anything." With that, he stepped out and closed the door behind him.