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He closed his eyes as his ecstasy climbed higher and higher, threatening to send him into oblivion. She sucked on his head while pumping her fist rapidly, and his release gushed out of him.

“Ahh,” he breathed. His body convulsed, riding the waves of his orgasm as she squeezed every drop from his cock. “Fuck, Cam.” Slowly, the pulsing became less frantic and his senses frazzled back into focus. The bed shifted, and Cam lay on his chest.

Jesus Christ. She’d just rocked his fucking world.

Letting her go after this would be next to impossible . . . and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

CHAPTER 16

Cam’s lips tingled with Brooks’s salty taste. She stretched out on top of him, bringing her face close to his neck. Heat rolled off his body. She rested her hand on his pec and felt his heartbeat jumping against her palm. More than anything, she wanted to finish what they’d started. Coming was great, but the thought of connecting her body with his made her loins clench with renewed desire. Brooks brought his hand to tangle in her hair and drew small circles on her scalp.

“Brooks?”

“Mmm.”

“What are you thinking?” She worried the tremor in her voice might make him mistake her desire for caution. She tilted her head back to look at his face, but darkness concealed his expression. Who was she kidding? What she really wanted to ask was if he wanted to have sex with her.

A long pause hung over the room. She rubbed her hand on his pec until his nipple turned hard.

“I’m thinking that I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life.” His hand left her hair and trailed down her back, slipping into the waistband of her underwear and stopping just above her butt. “I also want you to get some sleep, so we can finish this later.”

She didn’t stop the stiffening of her spine. “You’re still afraid?”

“I’m not afraid,” he hurled back, as if insulted. Grabbing her arms, he rolled on top of her.

She let loose a laugh, and he pinned her beneath him. Her hands went to his face, and the stubble on his jaw tickled her fingers. He dipped his head and nuzzled behind her ear. She squirmed as the movement of his jaw on the sensitive side of her neck sent goosebumps over her flesh. Another laugh rolled out of her mouth, but he didn’t stop. Of all the things she’d expected from him tonight, being tickled wasn’t one of them.

“Brooks!” she choked out between guffaws.

He playfully bit her shoulder then lifted his head. As he situated himself between her hips, her legs lifted to hug his waist as if instructed by nature. “I was trying to take it easy on you. Thought you needed sleep.”

She smoothed her hands over the hills of his biceps. “I want you more.”

“You don’t need to convince me.” He kissed his way down her body, teasing his mouth over her breasts then lifting her shirt over her head. His hands cupped her full globes. He flicked her nipples as his kisses followed the trail to her bellybutton. Snatching the hem of her panties, he tugged them down her legs.

Desire lit fire to her senses.

He nipped the flesh above her panties and her toes curled. “Oh gosh. Please don’t tease me.” Thickness made her voice almost inaudible.

Her mouth went dry. Her knees shook. Brooks’s hands coasted down her thighs, as if he were admiring a flashy car.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice as rough as gravel. His hands circled her hips as he lowered his face to the inside of her thigh. Kissing his way up, he brushed his lips over her folds. The slight abrasion of his beard sent a shock wave through her core.

She choked on a gasp, and he chuckled softly. His hot breath was so close, so warm, that she pressed her butt into the mattress to stop herself from lifting her hips to meet his mouth. Her chest rose and fell as he tortured her with his perusal.

His lips touched her vulva—this time, not as delicately. His tongue jutted out to swipe over her entry then moved up to her clit.

She arched her back. “Oh lord.”

Her words spurred him on. He closed his mouth over her sex, and his tongue danced in circles around her throbbing slit. She curled her hands around the blankets and rocked her hips. He anchored his palms to her hipbones, preventing her from going wild.

Pleasure built inside her, her second orgasm threatening to come fast and hard. She cried out as her body throbbed. Hot, wet fluid seared her flesh. His tongue flicked earnestly, spreading her wetness and sucking her as she spiraled down.

He placed a kiss to the top of her vulva and climbed off the side of the bed. She clapped her hand to her chest, her pulse echoing in her eardrums like a conga drum in a cave. A plastic wrapper crinkled open, and then he returned to rest between her thighs. Her limp hands grasped his shoulders to keep her from floating away, and his length slid inside her. She sucked in a breath as his girth filled her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. His face burrowed into the crook of her shoulder, his lips hot as he tasted her skin. She moaned, pushing her head back into the pillow as he rocked into her. Her dampness welcomed him, making each thrust smooth and hot. His oblique muscles bunched on the insides of her thighs. The sweat dampening her skin mixed with his.

“Jesus, Cam. You feel so good.” His rhythm slowed as he stared down at her. “Are you okay?”

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