Page 38 of Savage Lust

“Cam.” She gasped half breathless.

“Cameron,” I corrected her. Nobody ever called me that and I couldn’t figure out why I wanted her to so damn bad.

“Cameron.” Her gaze caught mine, held it in the semidarkness.

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

fifteen

Riley

My senses were heightened to a painful level. Even the throb of my pulse in my ears was borderline offensive. I wanted to scream, push his hand lower, beg him to undress me. I wanted things I’d never let myself think about.

Because I’d never met Cam.

And when he told me what he wanted to do to me, it was like having hot whiskey poured all over me. Sticky, warm, and intoxicating.

“Please.”

With that wicked, provocative grin, he propped up on one elbow and pressed against my side. He pulled his hand from where it left heat at my cleft and licked his finger.

The lingering guilt vanished when he pressed that digit against my clit. I wanted this, didn’t care what happened after. My journey didn’t end here, but there wasn’t any reason not to enjoy myself. I deserved that.

Besides, Cam brought me to life.

I closed my eyes against the sensation of the slow, gentle circles he made. I thrust my hips against his touch and gripped the sheets. Each time I moved, his erection rubbed against my thigh. Proof his desire matched mine.

“Cam.” The word broke off as my body heaved, pleasure filled pressure building inside me.

Faster and faster his finger moved, then he stopped, slid one digit inside me and massaged the core of my pleasure with his palm. He stroked me inside with his finger, before turning his mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip between his when I moaned. The combination of his sexy kiss and intimate touch was delicious torture.

It was too much. Sensations warred with each other. The taste of him was potent, consuming. And then he shifted his hand again, so that his finger made rapid, feather light movements on my clit.

My body pulled tight and I jerked from his kiss, gasping. “Oh. Oh.Cameron.”

Everything inside me exploded, warmth flooded from the core of me and toward his hand, my entire body wracked with the shocks of my first orgasm.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

He chuckled against my ear, the sound vibrating through me while I trembled with the aftermath.

“Told you so,” he whispered as he rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed.

I had come saying his name, and everything had felt so completely right I couldn’t help but want more.

“You say the word and this is as far as this goes.” His voice was sleepy, his tongue thick with arousal. The sort of sound that forced me to roll toward him, run my fingers between his shoulder blades and down his back.

He’d touched me, but I’d not yet really touched him. The idea was more thrilling than anything ever had been.

He turned on the bedside lamp. “When I take you, I want to see you.”

Sitting up, I tugged off my shirt. I could be shy, but not now, not with him. Whatever he wanted, I’d give him. Anything. My bra came next and there was a crinkle of plastic.

Cam stood long enough to slide off his boxer briefs. This time I didn’t look away.

“Nice ass.”

He snorted a laugh and turned to me. Then everything stopped. I held my breath as his blue eyes went dark, his mouth parted softly, and he bent to grip the edge of the bed. It was like he was drinking me in, memorizing every part of me.

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