Page 81 of The Saint

“Blush-pinked cheeks and rosy lips the same color as your nipples.”

She sucked a sharp breath. Her cheeks heated, surely making them a hundred times pinker. Arousal tickled her sex.She squirmed under his scrutiny. Camden was so literal, so descriptive, so much more than she could have ever imagined.

“Relax, Amelia.”

“Easier said than done.”

The rumble of his quiet laughter made her smile. His fingers ran down her sternum, down her stomach, as his hand turned over and trailed his knuckles over her belly button. “I see a woman who has always controlled everything.” His knuckles grazed her flesh until he teased over her pubic hair. “Giving herself to me.”

Her lips parted. Tears pricked her eyes. She nodded.

“Inch your legs apart.” She did. His caress skimmed over her sex, focusing on one side of her folds and then the other, working his way closer and closer to her slit. “You’re squirming.”

Amelia nodded. “You’re making me.”

He chuckled. “Sit still.”

“That’s not easy to do.”

“You can do hard things, babe.”

“There’s one hard thing I’d like to do…”

Camden laughed and covered her mouth with a kiss.God.She needed him. He was perfect. They weren’t following any rules. She could freak out and make stupid jokes, and he didn’t leave her side.

He touched her again. She wanted to keep his lips on her, but when his hand fanned over her belly, barely grazing her skin, she was more than content to let him call the shots. His hand ran up her stomach, up her sternum, up until he reached her neck. Her pulse strummed against his hold. It wasn’t tight. He didn’t squeeze, just moved it to under her jaw—and a softness touched her lips.

The feather.

Her lips parted. Its tip traced the outline of her mouth. It almost tickled. He brushed her lips. Her pulse punched against his fingers.

The feather traced her jawline. The barely-there touch was like a kiss of air. It trailed between her breasts. Camden pulled the feather away. Warmth teased her nipple before he gently sucked the perked tip in his mouth. She moaned. Camden released her. The feather outlined her breast and spiraled until his mouth took the other nipple. Her mind raced to keep track of his movements. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. The vibrations rocked her clenching body.

“Relax.” He nuzzled in the valley between the swell of her breasts.

“Can’t when you’re making me want to scream.”

He snickered, returned the feather to her stomach, and drew lines from the base of her breasts to the top of her thighs. She squirmed. Camden teased one side then the other. The touches drew closer together. A blissful eternity heightened her senses as each line crept closer and closer to her sex.

Camden moved on the bed again. His hand touched the underside of one knee and lifted it, walking her heel back and leaving her exposed. Then he repeated the movement. Amelia wanted to slide her legs down again. Then she tried to rationalize her level of unease. Camden had been as up close as a person could get with her body, and she’d loved it. But right then, he was at her side. The feather outlined the sensitive flesh near the top of her legs. She breathed deep.

“You doing okay, beautiful?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you need.”

So many things. Your fingers. Your lips. Your kiss.But when it came down to it, all she could say was, “You.” Amelia reached out for him and found his hand. “Please.”

Camden set her hand by her side. His weight moved away from her as he stood. She heard the metal rasp of his zipper sliding down. Shivers ran down her arms. Her heart hammered. Camden moved to the nightstand. The drawer opened and closed, and the condom wrapper was torn.

“Can I take the blindfold off yet?”

“Nope.”

Her smile reached ear to ear, and she couldn’t explain why. Seeing him was part of the fun. Her head fell to one side as though she could see through the mask. “That’s not fair.”

“But it’s entertaining.” He shoved a pillow under her ass, lifting her hips.

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