I couldn't help the moan that came out of my lips. His playful teasing made me feel reckless, a little desperate. I remembered Cameron's face when I put him in my mouth, wanting to see it again. "Cam, I want..." I reached for his jeans with my free hand, felt the bulge beneath, and gave him a gentle squeeze. He was rock hard against my hand. He closed his eyes briefly, groaned, grabbing my other wrist and locking both my arms on my sides. "Not now." I frowned up at him, confused. Did he not want me to touch him? Maybe it was too much? Too fast? "It's my turn tonight." Ahh... "I want you wet." "I...am." "Wetter," he said. "On my fingers." The pad of his thumb stroked my bottom lip. "On my mouth." His palms glided on my shoulders, stroking the sides of my neck. Cameron's hold on me was possessive as he pulled me in. Soft, slow, decadent kisses. The kind of kisses that made my head float for a moment, made me forget everything but the sensations from his tantalizing mouth. The kind of kisses where I felt his desperate need for me, and the restraint he used to stop himself from taking too much so he could be gentle with me. His tongue slid in and out, a kind of pleasure dance that hinted of delights to come. When I sucked at his tongue, he groaned deeply, deepening the kiss. Then he bit my lip, and when I felt the scrape of his teeth, I moaned, arching my back. "The sounds you make drive me fucking crazy," he murmured on my lips. He dragged his mouth away from mine, trailing small, open mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking gently at my skin. I closed my eyes, tilted my head to the side to allow him better access. His big hands clutched around my thighs, squeezing, thumbs rubbing closer, closer to where I need him to touch me. I was on my bra and panties, and he was still fully clothed. There was something so sinfully thrilling about all of it. His big hands caressed my hips, my waist, my ribs, the sides of my breasts, before his fingers slipped on the tops of my bra, pinching my nipples. Soft at first, then hard. Harder until another moan came out of me. "You gonna let me suck on them?" I nodded, unable to speak. Heart pounding, I carefully took my bra off, my gaze on his as I threw the garment on the floor. He'd seen me naked a few times. I thought that I wouldn't feel self-conscious anymore, but right now I wanted to cover myself with my arms. His tongue slipped out, licking his bottom lip as he stared at my breasts, desire in his eyes. "You're so tiny. So delicate." He dipped his head to suck on each of my nipples the same way he had pinched them. Soft at first, then hard. Harder. My inhibitions shot out the door when I heard him groan. He was enjoying this. Enjoyed pleasuring me. My hands wrapped around his dark head as he bit, licked, and sucked. Sucked some more. "Taste so fucking good. I bet your pussy tastes better." "Cameron." His name came out like a sob. "Spread your legs for me." My legs trembled as I did what he asked. "Wider." I bit my lip, moaning as I followed his command. "Are you wet?" I nodded, whimpering as he reached out, his finger tracing a straight line from the top of my lace panties down between my legs. His thumb slid beneath the waistband of my panties, stroking up and over until I was panting for breath. I gripped his forearms, my legs pressing against him, wanting him close, closer. The fabric of his jeans rasped the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, making me feverish. He sucked his bottom lip in his mouth, watching me. "Tell me you want more." I closed my eyes, unable to take the intensity. Too much, too fast. I could feel myself falling apart already. "I want—" I struggled for breath as he inserted a finger inside me. "You're so fucking tight." He leaned close, rubbed his lips on my shoulder, biting my skin playfully. My skin felt tight, warm, pleasure singing in my blood. "Cameron, I'm—" He thrusted gently, repeatedly, at the same time he sucked at my skin. Suddenly I was crying out, clenching around his fingers, coming so soon. "No one like you, Kara." He placed a kiss on my lips, then pulled away. "I'm not done." I wanted to say that there was no one like him, but I was soft and pliant in his arms, and he was already leaning forward, bending and placing a small kiss on my thigh. I moaned loudly, closing my eyes as his tongue licked between my legs, over my lace panties. Instead of taking them off, he gripped the lace and pushed it aside, bent his head and ate me out. I cried out, clutching at his shoulders, feeling so sensitive as his mouth rubbed against me. He was greedy, devouring me with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I was just coming down from my high after the orgasm he gave me, but he was bringing me up the precipice again, relentlessly working his mouth over me. He used the tip of his tongue to lick the entrance to my sex, round and round, teasing, teasing, never giving me more until I was sobbing with need, clutching at his dark head between my legs. "Please, please, please, Cameron. Make me come." And then he did. Someone screamed. I leaned back against the wall, hands grabbing at whatever I could reach of him. He growled as he raised my knees, hooked them over his shoulder, gripping the back of my thighs, fingers digging, pushing and pulling me to his face as he destroyed me with his tongue. When I came, I collapsed against him. My heart felt like it was going to explode against my chest. His eyes burned with intensity as he looked at me. Without warning he yanked me to him, fingers gripping my hair as he kissed me with wild hunger. I was powerless to do anything else for a moment but let him have me as he wished, let him lead the kiss. But desire was raging in my mouth. I pulled away from him, breathless. If someone told me that Cameron was only a figment of my imagination in this moment, I would've believed them. He looked like a wicked prince from a kingdom in another world. The light from the fireplace and the twinkling lights from the Christmas tree danced on his angelic features, making him appear like a dream. He couldn't possibly be real. But more than his physical beauty, what drew me so much more to him was his soul. He was so giving, so generous. Even though we had our fights and disagreements and we were still trying to figure out each other, he was trying his best for me. And that was enough. More than enough for me. The care and tenderness he'd shown me, his kindness, his...affection toward me. Even his stubbornness. I wanted all of him—everything.