Page 86 of Under My Skin

I can’t help but laugh at him while also becoming very turned on thinking about his last sentence.

“You make a very convincing argument. It would probably be silly to say no, right?”

“Really silly.” He drops me to my feet in front of his bed and leans down to whisper in my ear. “And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get you to marry me by the end of the year.”

I stare up at him, my eyes wide as saucers, but all he does is smile and laugh at my reaction.

“Don’t look so shocked, Lizzie Montgomery. I want everything with you. Everything. We’re going to make all our fantasies come to life.” He leans down and kisses me, just a gentle brush of his lips. “You’ve had twelve years to dream up a life for us. I’m just trying to catch up. And I’m not wasting any time doing it.”

“That’s different, Cameron. I never thought any of it would actually happen.”

“Say you’ll move in with us, and I promise to show you how real this is every single day for the rest of our lives.”

“This is crazy.” I look up into his eyes and see the yearning in them as he waits for me to answer. “Everyone is going to think you’ve gone crazy.”

“No, they won’t. Every guy will look at me with envy and understanding. They’ll probably wonder why I didn’t tie you to me sooner. Plus, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks—just us.”

“Then, yeah, I want to move in with you and the girls. I’d have to be a lunatic to say no to a bigger bed and nightly orgasms.”

“Definitely certifiable,” he growls as he pushes me onto the bed.

He kneels down on the floor and gently pulls my socks off before running his hands up my calves and thighs and then peeling my shorts from my legs, leaving me in my black panties and oversized T-shirt. I’m breathing heavily, anticipating every move he makes. This feels monumental right now. Like this is more than just sex now. And I guess it is.

Cameron stands up and slides his hands up my stomach, bunching the material of my tee in his hands and pulling it up and over my head. He steps back and just stares at me for a second, then moves forward quickly, tearing the sides of my lace underwear and ripping them from my body.

I gasp at the fact that he literally just tore my panties off me.

“Fuck Lizzie. How could I have ever questioned how right you are for me?” He kneels down on the floor again, taking me in from my toes to my head before looking me in the eyes. “Spread your legs, baby, let me see what’s mine.”

“Can I taste you first?” I ask, reaching for his pants.

“I’ll never say no to you, baby.”

We slide off the bed and I get on my knees, pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I take his hard cock in my hand and suck the tip into my mouth, tasting the precum already there.

“You never needed any pointers, baby. You suck cock like you were born to do it.” He runs his fingers through my hair as I keep working my mouth up and down while using my free hand to massage his balls. This earns me a long moan, and his hands tighten their hold on my head.

God, I love making him fall apart for me.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” I feel his body start to tense, and I know that means he’s close. Before I can make him come, though, he pulls me to my feet and throws me on the bed where I land on my back. “You’re too fucking good at that.”

He tears his pants and boxers off his legs and crawls over me on the bed. I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs, just as he commanded earlier. Before I have a chance to be shy, he dives in and licks me from top to bottom and then homes in on my clit. My arms give out, and I fall on my back, throwing an arm over my eyes and just enjoying the attention that Cameron is giving me.

He slides two fingers inside me and before I know it, I’m coming so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. Cameron works his way back up my body, and I notice that he’s fully naked now. He places gentle kisses all along my chest and across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I’m still trying to catch my breath, but I’m already ready to go again when I feel his cock notch at my opening.

And then he stops.

“What are you doing?” I ask, frustrated.

“Just admiring you. Have I told you lately how much I love all these fucking freckles, Lizzie?”

“Can you love them later? Because I—mmm,” I moan, as I feel him push inside me an inch.

“And you’re so fucking soft and always wet and ready for me.”

He pushes all the way inside me now, sealing his lips over mine and swallowing my moan.

I feel so full, and I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm, so I know it won’t take much to send me over the edge again. I dig my heels into his back and meet him thrust for thrust, feeling a twinge of pain every time he bottoms out. The lick of pain with pleasure is too much, and I’m so close to coming that I lose the rhythm we have and just let him take over.

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