Page 41 of Take the Bait

Cam kissed his way down her neck and paused with his face pressed in the hollow where her neck met her shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Same,” she panted, plunging her fingers in his short, thick hair and tugging his mouth back up to hers.

He resisted her urging, his mouth a millimeter from hers. “I’m really sorry. But we need to stop now unless we plan not to stop.” He added ruefully, “This is me asking for consent to continue, by the way.”

She knew without a shadow of a doubt that, if she said the word, he would stop and not press her to go any further tonight. A profound sense of safety washed over her. She could trust this man never to hurt her or force her to do anything against her will. He had her back in all things, including this most intimate and personal of things—sharing her body and possibly her heart with him.

She leaned into him, pressing her breasts deliciously against his hard chest. She grasped his face in her two hands and looked him square in the eye. “And this is me asking you not to stop.”

His breath audibly caught. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. This night is ours. Nobody else’s.”

And that was when all hell broke loose between them. His arms swept around her as he took control of the kiss and plundered her mouth with gentle violence.

She surged against him, meeting him halfway, kissing him eagerly and reaching for the buttons of his shirt, impatient to feel his skin. She was confident it would be a perfect combination of soft and rough, like his lovemaking.

As she fumbled clumsily at his buttons, slipping them free one by one, his teeth closed on her lower lip and she moaned as pleasure-pain streaked through her. Her nipples hardened and her crotch rubbed against the hard bulge beneath her. Oh, yes. She wanted all of this man.

He released her lip and his tongue briefly soothed the spot he’d bitten, then plunged into the heat of her mouth. She sucked on his tongue as she reached between her legs to stroke him through the thin wool of his trousers. His erection jumped within the confines of his clothing and Cam groaned into her mouth. Her entire body throbbed erotically in time with her pounding pulse, and she felt a climax building in her nether regions as he groaned again.

Holy crapoli. She’d never reacted like this to a man before. Just the sound of his pleasure was enough to excite her almost beyond bearing. She couldn’t wait to find out what he could do to her when they actually had sex.

She slid her hands inside his shirt, pushing the smooth fabric aside as she kissed her way across his chest. The muscles beneath her mouth jumped and bunched, and his skin was, indeed, as smooth and taunt as she’s seen in the courthouse, the hair sprinkled across his chest rough beneath her lips. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips under her dress and then followed the path of her garter belt around her body to grasp her naked buttocks. Note to self: thongs were incredibly convenient when having sex with an insanely hot guy.

He growled into the valley between her breasts, “Did I mention your ass has been driving me crazy ever since you marched out of that interview room the day we met?”

“Do tell,” she panted, her head thrown back in lustful abandon.

“I’ve wanted to feel how it fit in my hands—” He cupped her bottom with his big hands, and she loved how his hot palms and strong fingers tugged her harder against his erection.

He muttered, “I’ve been dreaming about your ass. Been dying to find out if it’s as firm and juicy as it looks?—”

She moaned as he squeezed her tush rhythmically, rocking her core against the hard bulge throbbing impatiently against her softness.

He released her ass and his hands slid higher until they encompassed her waist, groaning, “Your curves drive me out of my mind.”

“They’re all yours, tonight,” she replied breathlessly. No man had ever made her feel quite so beautiful and feminine before, and she reveled in how his big hands made her feel petite and delicate.

Without warning, he let go of her and his hands slipped down her body. She made a sound of protest, but then Cam muttered, “I’ll buy you a new dress.”

“What? Why?—”

She felt a yank at the hem of her dress, which was bunched up around her hips, and heard a tearing sound of cloth as her dress gave way beneath Cam’s strong hands.

The dress fell away from her body, revealing the skinny silk garter belt and her black lace thong. Another jerk by Cam and the dress split the rest of the way up her body. Her breasts spilled out, encased only in black lace.

Cam leaned forward and captured her pebbled nipple in his mouth through the black lace, biting it just hard enough to make her back arch as she moaned in pleasure. No man had ever made her feel this wanton or wanted.

He turned his attention to her other breast, this time sucking at her tightened nipple, which she offered up eagerly to him.

The bra had a front hook, which Cam popped open instead of destroying. He pushed aside the delicate lace and cupped both her breasts in his hands. She fit him this way even better than when he’d grasped her rear end.

“You’re perfect,” Cam said in a hush. “Freaking perfect.”

“Really? I’ve been told before that my chest is too big.” Her last boyfriend had even called her chest white-trash-sized. She’d dumped him the next day, but the damage had been done. She’d been ultra self-conscious of her generous endowments ever since.

“Bullshit,” Cam answered succinctly. To emphasize his point, he leaned forward to reverently kiss the pale globes in his hands. He murmured against the warmth of her flesh, “Whatever idiot told you that was dead wrong. Your body is…a masterpiece.”

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