Cameron "Mr. Saint Laurent!" I turned, saw one of the nurses catch up with me in front of the elevator. "Please wait." I pressed the elevator button, willing it to come. I had to get the hell out of here. Fast. "My name is Thomas, I'm one of the nurses here." I gave him a nod. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but I stayed silent. "I hope you know that we are always here to help." When I didn't reply, he continued, "I'll be watching over your dad tonight till morning. Please know that he is in good hands. I'll let you know if there are any changes," he said. "If you need anything—" "I don't. Thank you all the same." The elevator doors opened, and I stepped in. I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes closed. Fuck. * I stood on Kara's front porch at her new house, hand raised and about to knock on her door. Ring the doorbell, motherfucker. But I didn't. I looked down, spotted the little statue frog I had given her as a Christmas present. She'd already put it beside the front mat. I gritted my teeth, curling my hands into fists. All the presents in the world wouldn't make up for not showing up at her dad's place. For not even letting her know why I didn't come. And yet you're standing at her front door. Asshole. I was a selfish son of a bitch. Always had been. I had cancelled the dinner with my father to be with Kara and I didn't even make it. If my father died tonight, it would be another life lost because of me. Another life lost that I could've saved if I only did more. You just keep racking them up. Who's next? Kara? Motherfucker. That would never happen. Fisting my hands, I felt the need to punch a wall, to feel the pain on my fist. I ran down the stairs, about to get back into my truck when the porch light came on and I heard the front door open. "Cameron?" I stopped in my tracks. "Are you okay?" she asked softly. "I heard that your—" I turned, and something inside me snapped when I saw her lit up under soft lights in her long nightshirt, hair down her shoulders. Why was she looking at me with gentle concern in her eyes? Why wasn't she angry? If she was, I wouldn't have run up the stairs. I wouldn't have taken what I didn't have the right to take. I wouldn't even try. But her arms held on to me as I cupped her face in my hands, took her mouth in a long, brutal kiss. I buried my fingers in her hair, licking inside her mouth, sucking on her tongue as I pushed her back inside the house, kicked the door closed behind me. "I need to fuck you." I reached under her nightshirt, pulling her panties down. Gripping her thigh, I hooked it around my hip and stroked my finger between her legs, gently rubbed my thumb on her clit. My mouth watered at the softness of her. "Tell me you'll let me." She nodded, eyes clouding over as pleasure overtook her body. When I felt her tremble in my arms, I carefully buried a finger inside her. She cried out against my mouth as I inserted another, her fingers digging in my back. She was already wet, ready for me. "Tell me," I said, fucking her with my fingers. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, Cameron." I pulled my fingers out of her, finding them wet, sucking them in my mouth. Her taste was addicting, and I wanted more of it. Pushing her against the wall, I took her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her wrists were so small in my hands as I gripped them, pulled them above her head. "Cam, take me to bed." Without a word, I grabbed her waist, lifted her. She wrapped her long legs around my hips, grinding into me, her hands in my hair, her mouth insatiable against mine as I walked us inside her bedroom and turned the lights on. Her bed smelled of her as we fell on it. I wanted to get lost inside her, rub that scent all over my tongue, feel her clamp around me, tight and hot and wet. "Tell me what you want," I said. I sat up, took off my shirt. Then straddled her so I could reach for the hem of her nightshirt, pulled it up and off her. She looked up at me with half-closed lids, her mouth slightly open. No one had ever had this effect on me before. The urge to possess her, the need to have what she was willing to give me and make her want to give me more. Until I had everything. I could hear her harsh little breaths, watch the rise and fall of her delectable, tiny breasts. Her pink nipples hardened into tight points, and I couldn't resist leaning down, sucking one in my mouth and pinching the other with my fingers. She gave out a needy sound, hands grabbing my hair. "I want you," she murmured. "I want to feel you." "Then you're going to have to earn it," I said, circling my tongue around her nipple, sucking softly then hard. "H-how?" She gasped as I flipped her over on her stomach, yanking her hips up. "Come in my mouth," I said. I reached for one of her pillows, placing it under her. I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth at the view. She looked so delicious spread out before me, and I could feast on her however I want to. "You look ready for me to fuck," I said. "But you're going to have to wait, baby." She let out a moan. I liked telling her what I want, and I liked that it made her wet. I flattened my palms on the insides of her thighs, urged her to spread them wider. Her skin felt so soft under my hands. My mouth watered as I gripped her hips, leaned close so I could breathe in her scent. Then I gave her a long, slow lick between her legs, and heard her cry out. I took my time lapping at her, wanting every drop. "Cam," she sobbed. "Don't stop." I gave her another lick, then softly sucked on her. "I want you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth." "Yes." "We're going to have to do that next time. I'm too hungry for you."