Page 43 of Under My Skin

“So fucking sweet, Lizzie. I should have known you would be. You only have sweetness in you. Such a good girl.” Then he kisses me with so much passion I want to cry. I can taste myself on him, and it just makes it more erotic.

I can feel how hard he still is under me, and I find myself asking, “Can I…help with your situation?”

He laughs and nips at my bottom lip. When he runs his hands along the top of my ass, I wiggle a little, and he groans. “You’re killing me, Lizzie. But not tonight, baby. I better get back and check on the girls.” He kisses me again. “Besides, tonight was about you showing me how much you need me, remember?”

“Right,” I respond, suddenly unsure of what we just did. I move off him and drag my jeans back up, but he stops me before I can zip them up.

“Stop overthinking it, Lizzie,” he says as he kisses me again. “This was the best fucking night of my life.”

I laugh and roll my eyes. “You’ve won two Super Bowls, Cameron. I highly doubt tonight was better than those. Especially since you didn’t let me return the favor.”

“Eager, are you?” Not being shy, he adjusts himself, drawing all my attention to the very large and hard outline in his jeans. “Tonight was about you, baby. That was pleasure enough for me. But I will definitely take a rain check for next time.”

Next time, I find myself thinking, but out loud I just say, “If you say so.”

We quickly fold the blanket, and Cameron walks me to my door. He doesn’t say good night. He just kisses me one last time before jogging back to his house. Before he walks through his back door, he waves at me and then steps inside, closing the door behind him.

I take a quick shower and change into pajamas before climbing up to my loft. Lying down in my soft bed, I can’t help feeling like tonight was the start of something really good. Maybe life-changing.

Me: Are the girls okay?

It takes him a couple of minutes to write back.

Cameron: They’re sound asleep.

Cameron: Is that all you want to know, Lizzie?

Feeling brave after our little performance outside, I can’t stop myself from typing my next message.

Me: Did you take care of yourself?

Cameron: Do you want me to?

Me: Yes.

Cameron: If you were with me right now, what would you want to do?

Holy shit. Are we sexting?

We totally are, and I don’t have any shyness left in me to back out now.

Me: I’d want to have my mouth on you. To taste you. To see how far I can take you.

Me: I’ve never done that before. You’d have to show me how.

Me: How you like it.

Me: Like…how fast, how hard, should I lick or suck, should I use my hands…

He doesn’t text back immediately, and I start to wonder if I took it too far too soon. I’m about to freak out when a text comes through from him.

Cameron: Fuck, baby.

Cameron: You just made me come without touching me.

Cameron: Where did those questions come from?

Me: It’s called porn, Cameron. And Google.

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