Page 51 of Be Mine Forever

He slid her a glance, lips twitching.

“Are you making…are youtryingto make a quiche?”

“Don’t you laugh at me.” Jo reined her body in long enough to aim her egg-covered whisk at his head. “I amtryinghere.”

“Why try?” He leaned away when she jabbed the whisk at him. “I can cook breakfast for us.”

“I know, but I wanted to do it for you. I can do girl things.”

He leaned in, dipping his head to kiss across her cheeks until he reached her lips.

“Show me your girl things.”

Cam grabbed her wrists, lowering the whisk to the counter and waiting for her to drop it. He pulled her into his arms and slid his hands under the shirt she’d worn to sleep in his bed, palms gliding over her butt in the boy shorts.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He lowered his head until their lips lined up, running his tongue over the bow of her mouth. “I love my clothes on you.”

“I love your smell on me.” She darted her tongue out to capture his, pushing into his mouth and sliding her hands up over his shoulders and into the dark hair falling around his ears.

He groaned and licked deeper into the kiss, stroking his tongue over the roof of her mouth. One hand cupped her butt and the other wandered up to the front of the shirt. Mouth never leaving hers, he worked the top two buttons loose and slid his hand inside to knead her breast. He twisted a nipple between his fingers, and her breath clogged in her throat.

“Please.” Her plea floated between them, a word held together only by her breath.

Cam moved away from her mouth and over to her ear.

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“Your mouth.”

“Where?”

“My…my nipples.”

“I’m really glad you said that.”

Cam pushed the unused food processor to the side and lifted Jo onto the counter, spreading her thighs and planting himself between them. Eyes locked on hers, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders until she was naked from the waist up. Jo wanted to close her eyes so badly, to abandon every sense except what she captured through her skin, to concentrate on the rough pads of his fingers sliding across her nipples. But he wouldn’t let her eyes go. His mouth hovered over her breast, his breath floating over the needy flesh. He started with just the tip of his tongue, familiarizing himself with the areola until her nipples strained toward the promise of his lips and teeth.

“Like that?” He raised his eyes, lips basting her nipples with the question. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

Jo wet her dry lips, sorting through the rubble he had made of her thoughts until she retrieved one word.

“Suck.”

Cam lifted his head, damn him.

“Sorry. I don’t want to get this wrong. Suck what?”

“Suck…suck my nipples.”

His lips immediately took one hostage, torturing the hard, tight bud between his teeth. He pulled back, dropping kisses across one breast and then the other.

“Enough?”

“More.” Her dignity lay in ruins, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the core-melting tug of his lips. “God, more.”

He lavished both breasts that way, a dance of lips, teeth, and tongue that dissolved her muscles until she couldn’t stay upright. She lay back on the island, heedless of the chopped vegetables pressing into her naked back. Cam pushed her legs wide and sucked at the sensitive skin lining the inside of her thighs, drawing blood to the surface. His fingers persuaded the boy shorts down her legs.

The cool air reminded Jo just how exposed she was to him like this. She’d known Cam most of her life, but they’d only beentogethera few days. Him seeing her this way, in broad daylight, in the kitchen, on food—too much. She tried to close her legs and sit up, but he used one hand between her breasts to press her back into the cool granite surface and the other hand to push one leg farther out.

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