Page 19 of Finally Home

West grinned and placed a hand on either side of her head, leaning over her. “You’re sure you want this, Red? This is your last chance to back out. If I touch you now, I’ll be damn pissed if I have to stop and receive my second set of blue balls this weekend.”

Cami chuckled, remembering the sight of him in the shower with his cock in his hand. It would serve him right for her to call a halt to their current activities.

No. If he didn’t touch her right now, she’d be pissed.

“Shut up and fuck me, West.”

“As you wish.”

Cami inhaled sharply when West roughly palmed one of her bare breasts. Lowering his head to her nipple, he flicked the already-pert bud with his tongue, groaning as he sucked the peak fiercely into his mouth.

“West!” she shouted, arching her back and pressing herself farther into him. Her body responded to him like it used to, and he knew how to command it.

He smiled against her sensitive flesh, a small chuckle escaping him. “Fifteen years is far too long to go without these impeccable breasts in my mouth. The way they react to my touch. They’re pure perfection.” He nibbled softly as he traveled across to her other breast. “Never again, Red.” The soft octave of his voice was downright sexy. “Don’t you ever deprive me again.” He suddenly pulled on the neglected nipple with his teeth, causing an erotic mix of pain and pleasure. An electric shock ran through her straight to the bundle of nerves resting between her thighs.

God, how long had it been since a man touched her, let alone had her that aroused without even taking her pants off?

As if he had read her mind, West’s assault on her nipples paused, and he sat back. His hands moved slowly down her body, his fingers caressing every curve until they rested on the top of her jeans. With a quick pop, he undid the button and slid the zipper down, giving him a preview of the lacy black undies she’d donned that morning. Just in case.

“Black lace?”

She smiled lazily and gave him a half shrug.

“You’re killing me.”

In one fluid motion her jeans and panties were off, thrown aside to join his flannel on the floor.

When his eyes found her again, she’d plopped her knees down to the ground, leaving herself wide open to his gaze.

“Fuck, Red. You’re glistening,” he whispered, staring down at her, completely bare before him.

“Fuck is what I hope we’ll be doing,” she muttered, rolling her hips toward him.

West chuckled. “Oh, little fawn, I plan to do a lot more than just fuck you, but you keep saying things like that, and I won’t be able to take my time.”

She warred with the idea of jumping him herself and taking what she so desperately wanted. West would take his time, savoring every minute reaction of her pleasure at his hands. And Cami would enjoy it. But right then she wanted him hard and fast.

She propped herself up on her elbows, but by the time she tried to sit up completely, he was on her. His lips took hers as he pushed her back down to the fur blanket.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I thought—”

“There was your first mistake. Let me handle the thinking. You just feel. Remember me. Let me remind you how good we were together.”

She didn’t need to be reminded. Her memories of her time with West all those years ago had been a recurring star in her time alone with her vibrator. The real thing was so much better, though.

He trailed kisses down her body, paying special attention to the crease where her hips met her thighs.

His gruff voice whispered between kisses. “I’ve dreamed of this for years.” Both hands slid under her ass and hooked around her hips, allowing him to pull her up toward his mouth.

“You don’t have to do this.” She’d never quite felt comfortable with a guy going down on her. Sure, she didn’t mind giving head, but West was the only man she’d ever let reciprocate. “I’ve never let anyone else do this to me.”

He growled against her mound and looked up at her, his lips tipped in a smile and a brow raised. “I’m the only one.”

She nodded, suddenly a bit shy under his gaze.

His hot breath fanned over her sensitive flesh. “You have no idea what that means to me, Red. That you trust me enough to pleasure you with my mouth. Rest assured, I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I need to taste you as you come undone.”

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