Wrapping my hands around her thighs and keeping them there, I let her ride my face. She undulated against me, pressing herself on my mouth, circling her hips, rubbing against my tongue. Her little needy cries urged me to lick her faster, push my tongue inside her. Fuck, she could make me come just with this. She was so giving, so open. And I would take it all. I felt her climax, tasted it, her muscles tightening on my hands as I heard her cry out again. She collapsed on the bed, the side of her face on her pillow. "I'm not done with you yet," I said. "On your knees." She was breathing hard, legs trembling as I helped her get on her knees. My hands splayed on her back, stroking her gently and rewarding her with another kiss between her legs. "Tell me you want me inside you," I said, reaching for my fly, pushing my pants down. "I want you inside me, Cameron." There was a catch in her breath as she answered. "Show me how much you want it." She pressed against me and, fuck, fuck, she was so wet, dripping on her thighs. I positioned my cock just at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness. Then I pushed in just a little, feeding her an inch, then out again. A little in, then out. "Cameron, condom." "I will. Let me feel you a little first, baby. You feel fucking incredible." But she wriggled against me. "Cam," she growled. "Condom. Now." I laughed a little, reached for my wallet and fished out a condom. Thank fuck I hadn't forgotten to replace the last one. I wanted her all the damn time. I would never stop wanting her. I had to be prepared always to protect her. I ripped the wrapper with my teeth, put it on. We both cried out as I slammed into her. My skin felt feverish and it was too much too soon, too damn good, too intense, but I craved every second of it with her. She was everything. I fucked into her like it was our last time together. "Cameron," she sobbed. I gripped her hair around my fist, gripped her hip with the other as I pounded my cock inside her. Sweat dripped off my jaw, our skin slapping together, my harsh breaths and hers mixing in the air. I wanted to lose myself inside her, let her body consume me, take me away. She came first with a cry, tightening around me so hard I almost came. But I wanted it to last just a little longer. I grabbed her arms, straightening them on her sides as I held her down and pulled her to me, fucking her faster, harder. I came inside her long and hard, growling into her, folding my body on top of her, burying my face against her hair as I murmured her name over and over. "Kara," I whispered. "Kara." When I got my breath back, I moved away, took off the condom, tying it and throwing it in the trash near her bed. Carefully, I grabbed the pillow on her stomach and put it aside, stroked her hair. Then I laid down beside her, covering my eyes with my arm. And felt her shift beside me. "Cam." I took a breath in, let it out slowly, but didn't answer. "Cameron." Pulling my arm back a little, I peeked at her face. Her eyes looked dark now, weighed down by some emotion she tried to hide. I shut my eyes closed, swallowed the lump in my throat. "I feel like you're going to disappear," she said in a small voice. My jaw hardened. It took a moment before I asked, "Why?" "You're so...closed off to me." "Kara, we just fucked in your bed. Is that what you call closed off?" "Don't do that." The sharp tone of her voice forced my eyes open. She looked hurt. You're a son of a bitch. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve someone like you. The bad shit in your life is going to mix with hers and you're going to fuck up her life. Just like you fucked up your dad's life by being born. Just like you fucked up the life of that little boy by becoming his friend. There was a ringing in my ears that I wanted to escape. I got up, pulled my pants up. I hadn't even taken them off completely when I had her. "Where are you going?" she asked, alarm in her voice. I grabbed my shirt, put it on. I raked my fingers in my hair, unable to look at her for fear of seeing the hurt in her eyes again. "I just need..." "What do you need?" Nothing. Everything. You. You, Kara. I need you too much. It's fucking scary how much. "Tell me where you were," she pleaded. "Why you didn't come to the dinner." I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My throat felt tight as if someone had wrapped a rope around it and pulled. There were no words. I had been emptied of them. "You're not even going to talk to me?" At the honest clear pain in her voice, I looked up. She sat up, discarded the blanket covering her and reached for her nightshirt, and put it on. Then she looked down, hiding her eyes from me, crossing and wrapping her arms around her. You're not good for her. Never been. "Kara." "I need you to talk to me." "I...can't." "Is it always going to be like this?" I swiped a hand over my mouth. "I phoned everyone when I was looking for you. You weren't answering your phone." "I forgot it. In the truck." "Where were you?" Her eyes glimmered when I didn't answer. "Your dad is in the hospital, isn't he? Why didn't you tell me?"