Page 108 of Stolen Bases

“Maybe?” I shrug, tilting my head to give him better access.

“I like you frisky first thing in the morning. I could get used to this.” He licks the length of my neck before biting my earlobe.

Waves of heat ripple through me and pool between my legs. My pussy pulses with the need for him to touch me.

“Yes,” I hiss, grinding my ass into his hard cock.

“Nuh-uh.” His hand moves from lower stomach to my hip, and he digs his fingers into my flesh—a show of his strength and power. I love this sexy alpha side of Cam. “I’m not fooling around with you in your childhood bedroom while the rest of your family is home.”

“Boo. Who knew you were such a boy scout,” I tease.

I roll over, staring up at a sleepy Cam, and run a finger down the ridges of his muscular chest. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me.

Damn.

He even wakes up looking hot. A light beard covers his cheeks and chin like he hasn’t shaved in a few days. The hair is softer at this length, and I wonder what it would be like scraping the sensitive skin between my thighs.

My sleep shorts ride up my thigh as I throwing my leg over his hip,I move closer to his body. His cock twitches behind his gray joggers as my heat permeates the fabric separating us.

Like me, he can’t help himself from touching me. Running a calloused hand up the back of my leg and under my shorts, Cam cups my ass cheek and groans. “Fuck, no panties. What are you trying to do to me?”

I massage his thick arm, marveling at the hard muscles that lie beneath his smooth, tan skin. Having a front-row seat to hisstrength as he scaled the side of my house and into my room last night was something else.

He was my protective Romeo, secretly climbing my balcony to comfort me in my time of need.

Now, my needs have changed. I need him to be the dirty-talking man who makes me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

“I’m not doing anything.” I press my boobs against his chest. My nipples are granite hard as the fabric of my oversized t-shirt scrapes against them.

Cam muffles his laugh. “Fucking little liar.”

I am a liar, but I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of him. His heart. His mind. His body.

“What if I said it was a fantasy to fool around in here?”

Cam grunts. “What kind of fantasy are we talking about?”

“The kind where I have a crush on the older, extremely hot, popular baseball player and no one knows how he sneaks into my room and has his wicked way with me every night.” I swivel my hips and grind against his cock. I can feel every ridge of his thick shaft pulse as I rub my pussy along the enormous tip of his dick.

We haven’t gone all the way around the bases yet, and I am dying to know what it would feel like for Cam to fill me so completely.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Cam grunts, grinding his teeth to keep from making any noise.

I place my hand over his hard cock, cupping him over the fabric of his joggers. “Killing you enough to give me what I want?”

He leans forward to kiss me.

I jump back. “No. Morning breath.”

“Like I give a fuck.” Cam slams his lips to mine in one quick move. He licks into my mouth as he grips my wrist and pulls it over my head, then rolls on top of me.

I spread my legs wide, inviting him to take what he wants. My heels dig into his ass as our tongues dance and tangle. I didn’t think I was the kind of girl who would make out with someone without brushing my teeth. But with Cam, there aren’t any rules I wouldn’t break to be close to him. Him laying on top of me, grinding hiscock against my pussy as we kiss and dry hump in my mother’s home, is proof of that.

I’d do anything to be with Cameron.

He bites my bottom lip, breaking our kiss. “So naughty.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” I grin at him.

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