Page 53 of Savage Lust

I narrowed my eyes. No, I didn’t. But judging by the mischief that danced across his arrogant expression now, he knew it.

The insolent way he watched me as he lounged against the door frame was infuriating.

“This make me your old lady?”

“Is that what you want?”

I cocked my head to the side and pursed my lips, mocking him with my own bratty expression. I should be tired. The argument with Dylan had drained me. But the truth was, I wanted this. To be his old lady, at least while I was here.

Being with Cam was the most alive I’d ever felt. “If you’re going to make me stand out, at least treat me like I earned it.”

His red-rimmed eyes narrowed, and his upper lip curled just enough to flash his teeth. My heart sped up, tripping over itself so that I trembled. It didn’t matter what label he gave me, the second he looked at me like I was good enough to eat…all bets were off.

twenty

Riley

Anticipation squeezed all my muscles tight when Cam stood to his full height and crossed the room. He was going to kiss me. But more, he was going to touch me. I’d worn only a t-shirt and panties to bed. And instead of moving to cover myself when he got close, my knees opened, and I licked my lips.

It was as if my entire body had readied itself for him.

He smelled faintly of smoke and cologne, like he’d just come from a strip club. But he didn’t smell like a woman.

His lips were demanding and he tasted of hints of vodka laced with something dark and sexy. I kissed him back, my tongue rolling against his as he used his body to push me back on the bed.

I shoved the cut off first, the thick leather hindering my ability to touch him. I wanted tofeelhis body, the muscles in his shoulders, down his back. And I did, raking my hands over them, then down his forearms, and beneath his shirt.

I’d never expected a man to feel so good, that I would be so aroused by tracing the muscles down his back.

Cam broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and then mine, too. He stroked up my sides, cupped my breasts, and flicked his thumbs over the taut nipples.

The sensation was sensual torture, as was the way his blue eyes drank me in. I squirmed, gripping his hips and pulling him to me. He kissed me again, warm and wet and everything I could have ever wanted.

When I nudged him, Cam rolled to his back, allowing me to climb on top of him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, and I wriggled from my panties. For the first time, I wrapped my hand around the width of his erection and stroked his cock.

The skin was silky soft, the muscle rock hard. The contrast so erotic that, for a brief moment, I considered wrapping my lips around him. Then he groaned, a low sultry sound that snapped my attention to the way pleasure twisted his face.

I shifted my grip, continued to fondle him just to watch him suck that plump bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he leaned forward, nibbling at my neck and reaching behind me. When he fell back, he handed me a condom like a damn magician.

When I laughed, he grinned through rapid breaths. “What?”

“Where’d that come from? It’s like sex magic.”

He snorted and shook his head. “My pocket.”

Maybe it was the delirium and lack of sleep, but he looked so damn cute, all baffled and confused. Still gripping his cock, I leaned forward and kissed him.

I’d watched him put a condom on before, so rolling that one on wasn’t a problem. I didn’t hesitate until I hovered over him, shivering but not from the cold, with the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.

“I…” It was my turn to lose the ability to speak. Being naked, Cam’s hands on my breasts, made me want nothing more than to slide down on him. But I froze, second guessing myself and what to do next.

Sex should be natural, should come easily, it had been when he’d been the one doing the work.

He knew, he always did, and his hands slipped to my hips. Cam moved beneath me, sliding his cock inside me fully, his hips shifting up and back down in a natural rhythm that arched my back.

My body reacted, instinctively knowing how to move. And I did, up and down until sweat formed down my back. Pressing my hands against Cam’s chest as I rode him.

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