Page 66 of The Saint

“Please,” she whispered.

Camden sucked on her clitoris. Two strong fingers parted her flesh and slid into her needy entrance, which was slick with her arousal. She arched, needing exactly what he was giving her. Her lungs galloped. Her body soared. He drove in and out, spiraling the tightening muscles into a building, blinding frenzy. She bucked for more. Her vision clouded. White noise screamed in her ears. The unending onslaught of his tongue, his mouth, his fingers demanded that she fall apart. “Camden, God.”

He growled against her pussy, and the orgasm tore her apart like an earthquake. Addictive spasms shook her body, and he milked every reverberation, stretching the bliss until she had nothing left. Amelia was a boneless woman incapable of holding herself upright.

Camden had never wanted to be inside a woman the way he needed to be buried in Amelia. He ached, and hard as steel, he couldn’t think or breathe or function until his cock was seated deep in her sweet heat.

He swept Amelia into his arms and hurried toward the bedroom. Every nerve ending screamed for more of her. The condo was small, the bedroom tiny, but that large bed was perfect. He laid her in the center and ripped his shirt off.

Amelia bounced up to her knees and ran her hands over his stomach and around his neck. Their lips found each other like magnets. Her tongue touched his and ignited the frenzy again.

“You still have pants on.” Her lips tickled against his.

The sensation shot straight to his cock. “Not for long.”

She smiled and melted against him. He had never touched a woman that ran so hot and could be so soft at the same time. Hell, he’d never been with a woman who made his brain short-circuit. Bringing her pleasure was like wanting to breathe. Feeling her orgasm like winning the fuckin’ lottery. Nothing else was like it.

Camden stripped and crawled over her again. Her hands explored the muscles of his back and slid to his ass. Her fingernails dragged into his flesh, then her fingers kneaded his muscles. The frenzy slowed into something more intense, as if Amelia was memorizing the way he felt over her. He’d never wanted to stay perfectly still and hurry into a woman like he had that moment.

Her eyes found his. The connection nailed him in the chest. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

But it was so much more than that. Her eyelashes fluttered. The corners of her lips curved. Echoes of her orgasm rocketed through his mind. He would make her come again and again and again because he didn’t know how else to feed this hungry beast inside him. It demanded more than he knew how to give.

Camden kissed her neck. He caressed her breast. The more he toyed, the louder and more alive she grew. The more she gave, the higher his high climbed.

Amelia stroked his rock-hard erection.

“Fuck, babe.” His muscles quaked. If he wasn’t inside her soon, his brain would short-circuit.

They needed protection. That wasn’t something he planned for on assignments. Camden prayed for a miracle and reached for the nightstand drawer. Inside, he found a snub-nose pistol, eye mask and ear plugs, pepper spray, and box of condoms. Camden said a quick thanks to whoever stocked safe houses.

He tore open the box and quickly covered himself. Amelia pulled him back to her. He’d imagined fucking her since they first connected. Her voice and strength had caught his attention, and then her take-on-the-world attitude and body had dissolved his resolve. That was the order of ways she’d captured him, and he’d loved every moment leading up to her splaying under him in bed.

The blunt head of his erection pressed into the searing warmth of her canal. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he speared into her body. She raised her hips. Her chest heaved.

“Cam.”

Hunger demanded he move faster. The way she arched and moaned at the intrusion required him to take his damn time. Going slow was killing him. But it was so fucking good that he wanted to scream.

She stretched around him and erased the rest of the world. Camden flexed and thrust until he’d given her all of himself. His shaky breaths stuttered, and he soaked in every delicious, pulse-pounding tremor of the need that fought for him to fuck. “Good?”

“Very.”

His smile tugged. He withdrew himself and thrust again.

Amelia gasped, “So very good.”

She squeezed herself around his cock. That was all the go he needed to fly. Camden flexed and thrust. He listened to her begging moans for more. He buried his face against her neck and rode in and out. Her gasping pleas were fuel, and every orgasm he pulled from her tight cunt was like lightning crashing through him.

His bliss built. Her legs and arms wrapped around him until he couldn’t keep himself from falling apart.

“Camden. Please.”

Her tight voice brought him to the edge. He was so close to shattering. He could hang on. He could give her one more and gave everything she could ever possibly need, faster and deeper until she bucked against him under another tsunami of pleasure. His orgasm slammed against hers and pulsed with pleasure so powerful that he couldn’t take another breath without fear of dying.

Camden collapsed. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple and rolled Amelia onto her side to face him. Their legs tangled, and their breaths raced. Her eyes stayed shut. He couldn’t help but think, holy shit, he’d never come like that.

Eyes closed, he lay on the pillow next to hers. His hammering breath finally started to slow. His eyes opened and locked on Amelia. Goddamn, she was beautiful. Funny. Bossy. She had a mind of her own, that was for damn sure. It wouldget her in trouble, but that was okay because he planned to be around to pull her out whenever it got to be too much.

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