Page 120 of Stolen Bases

“Yes. I want you inside me. No, I need you inside me. Make me feel good. Please,” I beg. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you.”

“I want you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

I’m doubtful, but I don’t argue. Cam has always told me how he feels, without reservation or hesitation. So, I bask in knowing that he wants me too. Not some skinny supermodel who’s six feet tall. Just me—your average curvy nurse who spends more time working in a hospital than working out in a gym.

Based on the way Cam rushes to his bedroom with me in his arms, he likes me just as I am.

He places me on my feet at the foot of his gigantic bed. His hat on my head—that somehow made it through that insanely hot make-out session—shifts, blocking my view. He tugs the cap off and throws it behind him to the floor.

“Hey,” I pout. “I thought you wanted me to wear that.”

He snags my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Hush. There will be plenty of time for that later.”

Cam digs his hand into my hair and roots around. One by one, he pulls out the bobby pins that keep my braid in place and lets myraven locks fall free. He runs his fingers through my hair, and like a cat, I want to purr.

“Much better.” He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and my neck.

His fingers massage my scalp where the tight pins holding my hair were, before running them down my neck, over my shoulders, and waist. I hum, soaking up his affection.

My skin prickles with energy in anticipation as his fingers grip the bottom of my shirt. Cam lifts the fabric over my head, revealing my cheeky little surprise.

“What the fuck?” Cam stares down at me with wide eyes, his jaw hanging open. His throat bobs as he swallows, taking in the heart-shaped pasties covering my nipples.

The silence stretches, and my nerves get the better of me.

He doesn’t like them.Of course he doesn’t. I probably look like an idiot standing here with blue band-aids on my tits. When I realized I didn’t have sexy bras and underwear that match, I snuck into Sofia’s room and snatched these from her drawer. I thought it would be cute, but now?

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I-I don’t have sexy lingerie or anything, so I thought… Never mind.”

I almost stumble with how quickly Cam wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight to him. With our height difference, my boobs press against his stomach, but somehow my body still fits into him like a matching puzzle piece.

“I don’t give a fuck about lingerie, Talia. I want you. Only you. Some scraps of lace won’t change that. Fuck, you could wear a trash bag, and I’d still want to bend you over and stuff you full of my cock until you scream my name.”

I melt at his words like a popsicle in the sun.

He gives me a quick, hard kiss. “Lingerie is a waste of money. I’m just going to rip the fucking material right off your body to get to you every time.”

My confidence soars back to life as I place my hands on his firm chest and step back. “Then I’m pretty sure you’re going to like what I have on under these.”

“Better be nothing,” he growls under his breath.

My teeth indent my lip as I bite back a grin.

Of course it’s nothing.

I take off my shoes and toss my socks to the side before reaching for the drawstring on my pants. Taking my time, I untie the string, letting the starchy fabric fall into a pool at my feet.

“That’s my girl.” Cam’s hungry eyes eat up every inch of my exposed skin. He kicks off his shoes before closing the distance between us. Cupping my breasts, he runs his thumbs over the satin-finished adhesive. “I like these.”

His fingers trace lines over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He licks the length of my neck as his hand drifts lower. He applies pressure to my clit with the heel of his palm as his fingers stroke my slit, teasing my entrance. “So wet. This all for me, baby?”

“Yes.” I angle my hips forward as he slides two fingers inside me. My body welcomes the intrusion, my pussy clamping around his thick digits as they slide in and out of my body at a sensual pace.

My knees shake as he falls to his before me like a disciple worshipping his queen. He kisses the path between my breasts to the apex of my thighs, muttering, “So fucking sexy,” along the way.

For all the pent-up tension, Cam takes his time savoring my body. I almost come when he nudges my clit with his nose, inhaling my scent with a growl. As if to agree, my pussy flutters.

He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth. Smoldering hazel eyes on mine, and I watch as he sucks his fingers clean. “So fucking delicious.”

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