I let out a quiet breath, wondering how I ended up here. With him. With someone like him. He'd never been in my cards, I thought as I searched for his car keys, never even anticipated him. I found them on the counter by the fridge. Tiptoeing so as not to wake him up, I opened the front door and nearly closed it behind me when I suddenly remembered it was locked with a code, not a key. Shrugging out of his jacket, I placed it between the door to keep a small space open so it didn't lock and ran to his truck. I made quick work of jumping inside his vehicle and grabbing my things and his cooler. A couple minutes later, I was back inside the cabin. I sat on the floor by the door, rummaging inside my backpack for my phone, and read my dad's text. Dad: Hey KK don't forget pizza night tonight Dad: Are you working OT Dad: I'll save you some so you have something to eat when you get home. Got the vegetarian with double cheese. Drive home safe. Love you Shit. I sent a quick text to my dad that I'll be home tomorrow. I'd never missed pizza night before, but he was used to me not replying to his messages. That usually meant I was at work. There were other messages from other people but decided I'd check them later. I placed my phone back in my backpack and quietly walked to the bed. I held my breath as I watched him shift on his back and he slowly opened his eyes. They were dark as he looked at me from where he was laying down. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice husky from sleep. I found it so sexy. There was a raspy quality to it that clenched my stomach muscles. That made me swallow the lump in my throat. That made me think of secret lovers and kisses in the dark. I slid beside him on the bed and his arms welcomed me so naturally, I sighed against his chest. He was so warm and both soft and hard. "I got my things in your truck. I had to text my dad." He didn't respond. "Did you think I left?" I was teasing. Again, he didn't respond. There was a twinge in my chest. Did he really think I would? "I won't leave you," I told him. His jaw clenched. "I won't be surprised if you do." "Don't," I said quickly. "Don't say that bullshit. The only thing that would make me leave is you." "I need you," he rasped, then moved on top of me. "I need to make you come." He was already hard. I could feel him pressing against my thigh. "Can you give me that tonight?" he asked, eyes watching my face intently. I bit my lip, clenching my thighs to stop myself from pushing against him. "If you say please." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why do you want me to say that word?" "I like hearing you say it." "Make me," he said. My heart thudded against my chest. It was a challenge. And it turned me on. So damn much. What was it with him? Was it because he was untameable? He was so wild, so... raw. His hands banded around my wrists and he pulled them up above my head. "Make me, Kara." I was breathing hard. Before I could do or say anything, he knelt in front of me, nudging my thighs apart. He pushed the skirt of my dress up and stared. Before I could even feel self-conscious, his hands slid under my ass and cupped both my cheeks, jerking me forward. I let out a loud gasp as my center met his arousal. He pumped his hips against me several times before he caught my mouth in a searing, carnal kiss. His tongue was wild, seeking the recesses of my mouth before he dragged it down my neck, making sucking sounds, making moaning sounds that drove me to the edge. When he closed his mouth on my nipple, I cried out. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling, pushing him against me. His other hand slipped under my dress, lightly skimmed his thumb between my legs before sliding up to push my bra down and toyed with my other nipple with his fingers. "Wanna come?" he whispered. "Cam, ohmygod." "Wanna come, Kara?" His eyes, so dark, so intense, were focused on my face. "Say yes." "Yes," I whimpered. "Christ. I want you so fucking bad," he groaned before he tugged my dress up and off. He lowered the cups of my bra, pushing my breasts up as an offering to his mouth. He kept on sucking, flicking his tongue on the tip of my nipples, torturing me. There must be a release to this torment. It kept on building inside me, bigger and fuller and tighter. He didn't stop sucking, and when his fingers released my breast and slid down to press between my legs, I was crying out, shaking, digging my fingernails on his back as the sweet, sweet release of ecstasy came.