Page 57 of Under My Skin

“Just know that you’ve come to mean a lot to me since I’ve been back. To the girls too. They never stop talking about how cool you are. How much they like you. How pretty you are. I happen to agree wholeheartedly with all of it, by the way.” He smiles but then turns serious again. “I wanna see where this goes. Our relationship. Just give me a chance.”

I stare into his brown eyes, the depths of which I’ve become intimately familiar with in the last few weeks. As I get lost in them, I know I’d give him a million chances if he asked me.

“I wanna see where this goes too.” I bring my lips to his and kiss him deep so he can feel how much I want the same. “You’ve been my fantasy for as long as I can remember. I never thought this would ever happen.”

“I’m counting myself lucky that I’ve only had to wait a few weeks to fulfillmyfantasy. It was the longest few weeks of my life. I don’t know how you’ve done it.”

“Lots of diary entries. Daydreams like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I feel like I have a lot of making up to do.” His devious smile after he says this and the way his hands move down my body have my mind thinking very dirty things.

“What kind of making up?” I ask breathily.

“The kind where I make you come with my mouth and fingers and then you ride me.”

“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“Sometimes cuddling is overrated.”

I murmur my agreement and let him get to work.

And boy, does he get to work.

27

LIZZIE

My body is wrappedin warm skin and toned muscles, and my nose is filled with the scent of fresh-cut wood and pine trees. I’m having the best dream, and the last thing I want is to wake up and for it all to end. From experience, I know it’s inevitable, so I relish the last moments before I open my eyes and I’m sucked back to reality.

It only takes me about ten more seconds before my eyes snap open and the memories of last night come flooding back. Even with Cameron’s body wrapped around mine, I’m still questioning whether or not this is real. I quickly skim my eyes down my body and see that I’m wearing Cameron’s shirt, which confirms most of it, but I still feel a little weary.

He said all the right things last night, but the light of a new day can be very sobering. I’m wondering if I should try to sneak away when I feel his body shift and the arm he has draped over my side and stomach tightens around me.

“Relax, baby. You got all tense.” Cameron’s voice is deep and raspy from sleep, and I find myself sinking back into him.

“What time is it?” I ask.

Cameron reaches over to his nightstand to check his phone before setting it back down. “Seven. The crew should be here at eight to start working. Let’s grab a quick shower, then I’ll run into town and grab some coffee for us. My coffee maker is still in a box somewhere and we didn’t get much sleep. I feel like we’re both going to need caffeine to make it through the day.”

“I can just run home and shower. Get out of your hair. I’ll even make you a coffee too.”

He takes my chin in his hand so he can turn my face to him and looks at me like he can see through everything I’m saying—my doubts, my questions—just before his arm wraps tightly around me and he sucks at the skin on the back of my neck.

“Nope, not happening,” he whispers in my ear. “I dreamed about having you pushed up against the shower wall stuffed full of my cock, and now I need to make it happen.” He moves his mouth up to the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I find myself pressing my ass back into his now rock-hard cock. “If you’re a good girl and come hard for me, maybe I’ll let you make coffee for us.”

“Deal,” I say breathlessly while still grinding myself on him.

It takes us mere seconds to get in the shower, the water still slightly chilled when we step in. It’s not enough to stop us, though. Cameron has my hands gathered above my head with my chest pressed against the tile wall and his hand between my legs in no time, quickly building me up to an intense orgasm.

“I’ll never be able to take a shower in here without getting hard now, Lizzie. Everything with you is becoming my new favorite thing.”

He strums my clit with two fingers and then plunges them deep inside me. I moan loudly and arch my back, which only spurs him on to finger me harder. Right as I’m nearing my climax, he removes his fingers. I whimper out loud and then internally cringe when I realize how needy I sound.

“You’re coming on my cock, baby. I need to feel that tight pussy squeezing me when you come.” He plunges into me in one deep thrust, and I can’t stop the squeak of surprise that leaves my lips. “How have I ever lived without this, Lizzie? Fuck, you’ve ruined me.”

He lets go of my hands so he can use both hands to grip my hips while buried inside me and thrusting deeper and faster. All I can do is brace myself against the wall the best I can.

Before I know it, I’m coming and screaming his name. He wrings out my orgasm a few seconds longer and then doubles his efforts behind me, coming after a few good pumps.

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