Page 135 of Stolen Bases

What? He didn’t tell me we were staying with his family. My palms sweat. Why am I nervous?

“No. He and his wife don’t live here anymore. Mason bought and remodeled a house a few blocks from Jace’s place. They moved there a while ago. Emery hasn’t decided what she wants to do with this place yet, so I stay here. I’m thinking of buying itfrom her, then she can stop worrying about it and I can have a permanent place to stay when I visit.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“Not really. It’s purely for selfish reasons.”

“What selfish reason can you have?”

“Hold that thought.” Cameron opens his door and glares at me. “And don’t move.”

In seconds, he’s at my door, pulling it open. Before I move, he’s burying his shoulder in my stomach and throwing me over his shoulder like he’s a damn firefighter coming to the rescue.

“Cam, put me down, you crazy man.” My shout echoes in the quiet neighborhood, as does the resounding slap to my ass.

“Never gonna happen.” He rubs the sting from my ass cheek, groping it in his palm. “Now, pipe down. Children are sleeping.”

“Oh my god.”

He’s so ridiculous sometimes, but I wouldn’t want him any other way. I’ve never laughed with someone like I do with Cam. The guys I had situationships with before were all serious, studious types. He keeps things interesting with his witty, albeit often dirty jokes, and the passion he brings to our relationship in and out of the bedroom.

“Hmm.” The husky growl that resonates in his chest reverberates throughout my entire body, making me slick and needy. “Words I love to hear when I’m buried deep inside you and your pussy is milking my cock.”

“Cam,” I moan. His jostling has my body alight with prickles. I can’t help rubbing the apex of my thighs against his shoulder, trying to ease the ache between them.

“I can smell how wet you are for me, itty bitty.”

Holy hell, his dirty mouth gets me every time.

Cam opens the door with his thumb, and I’m in awe of his strength as he places me on my feet in the cute open-concept living room/kitchen, cups my face, and kisses me. His tongue licks theseam of my lips, parting them so he can take the kiss deeper. The taste of him on my lips has me mewing and tugging at his shirt.

We break away panting. I miss his mouth already.

“Strip,” Cam grunts.

Stepping back, I slide my sweater over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I look up at my lusty beast and smirk. I let my eyes linger on the prominent hard-on he’s not bothering to conceal. For the first time since he picked me up, I check him out. Dressed simply in jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, he still looks yummy.

My big, burly teddy bear.

“Did you miss me, big guy?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I only have thirty-two hours with you, and I sure as fuck do not want to waste a single one.”

“Well, then we better get a move on.” I kick off my shoes and undress as quickly as I can, which isn’t hard. For the plane up here, I opted for my favorite pair of black, high-waisted yoga pants, a crop shirt, and a knit sweater.

Cam follows my lead and kicks off his shoes. He doesn’t waste time removing all the articles of his clothing. Shirt, pants, boxers. Naked.

My eyes eat up every glorious inch of his body. He’s all tan skin and hard muscles. His cock stands proudly, pointing at me. I just want to lick him.

I drop to my knees and crawl toward him.

“Fuck, Talia. Knock it off.” His jaw tics, and his hands fist at his sides. He’s a raging ball of desire waiting to explode.

I run my hands up the backs of his legs and repeat the words he said to me earlier. “Never gonna happen.”

“You’re a fucking queen, baby. I should be on my knees for you.”

I shake my head. “If I’m the queen, then it’s my right to be on my knees for my king.” Gripping the base of his cock, I lick a line up his shaft, enjoying the feel of every rigid vein on my tongue.

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