Page 33 of Single Glance

Aterse silence filled the elevator, as if we were both waiting to see if the other would break first. I meant what I said—I wouldn’t commit to anything more than one night. But then again, did I have the willpower to walk away? Or was this always where we were going to end up?

“Fine, menace. We’ll have it your way. Tonight only. No other expectations.”

Cam smiled and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. It was soft and gentle, a sharp contrast to how he held me at the club. I was learning to embrace all sides of Cam, but this softer, sweeter side was becoming my new addiction. He lowered his lips down to the curve of my neck, leaving feather-light kisses until he got to my ear. “Tell me what you like, Hadley.”

“Like?”

“In bed,” he said. “Do you want me to be gentle with you? Hold you tight until you shatter on my cock?” I shook my head, too nervous to use my voice for the first time in my life. His hand trailed down to my hip, taking a firm hold of my skin. “Or do you want me to take control? To bend and break you until you can’t take one more second without me inside you?”

“Option two, please,” I mumbled as his thumb traced the bare skin of my neck.

Cam chuckled against my neck. “I knew you were made for this, baby. Made for me. You’re going to look so fucking pretty when you’re dripping with my cum.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Was that what I wanted? To be honest, all my past sexual encounters seemed tame, almost timid, in the face of Cam’s words, muttered curses and fumbling around in the dark. I never dreamed a man would speak to me like this,and yet, it snapped something inside me, a craving that had never been satisfied until this exact moment.

While the elevator continued to climb, Cam pulled away and searched my eyes. “Are you on birth control?” I nodded. “If you want us to use a condom, I’ll do it. But I can’t lie, Hadley, the idea of filling you up is making me so fucking hard, I can’t see straight.” A brush against my pulse point. “Are you okay with that? I had to get tested before the season, and everything came back clear.”

“Same here,” I swallowed, studying his eyes. I wanted to take a picture of his expression—wanted to remember this feeling forever. One day, when I was in the nursing home, my only company my memories, I needed to remember being so wanted, like Cam couldn’t take another breath without my touch. “I want you bare, Cam. Nothing between us.”

“Nothing between us,” he repeated, leaning in for one last kiss before the elevator doors parted. We walked toward our room, every step heavy with the desire coursing through our veins. As soon as the door closed behind us, I moved to the middle of the space, not taking in any of the sights in front of me. Cam’s stare weighed on my back, as if he wanted me to speak first.

I turned around and arched my brow, but he leaned against the door. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a heavy lust filled his dark eyes. I smirked at him. “Getting cold feet, sarge?”

He laughed, the sound dark and full of mirth. “Keep sassing me, menace, and I’ll find a better use for that bratty little mouth. Now…” He paused and took a step toward me. “Strip.”

“What?”

He reached out and cupped my jaw, brushing histhumb along my lower lip. “You heard me, baby. Strip. I told you I wanted to see every fucking inch of you, and I meant it. So take off your clothes and get your ass on that bed so I can admire the view.”

TWENTY-SIX

Hadley stared at me, her pouty lips forming an almost perfect circle. Just as I was about to change my tone, she reached down to the button of her jeans and flicked it open. My eyes traced every single inch of skin she bared, wanting to follow the same path with my tongue. I’d buried my fingers in her pussy only an hour ago, but I’d yet to see her naked, and I couldn’t wait another fucking second.

I stepped forward, ready to tear the rest of her clothing to shreds, when she held up her hand. “You want me bare, right, sarge?” she asked, the same teasing flicker in her eyes. “Then you need to let me take my time. I want to savor the way you’re watching me.”

“I’m always watching you, Hadley.” My hands clenched at my side. “Always wanting you. You’re a fucking goddess, baby. All I want to do is worship at your feet.”

“Oh, there will be plenty of time for that later.” She kicked over her jeans. “But for right now, with the way you’re staring at me? I’ve never felt sexier in my life.” She pointed to the armchair in the corner. “Sit, Cam. I spenthours watching you today, wanting you. You can wait a couple more minutes.”

“Doubt that,” I grumbled under my breath, but I complied with her request. My need to touch her—taste her, fuck her—was strong, but I couldn’t help but smile at the dare in her eyes. She was baiting me, wanting me to fight her. This push and pull between us had taken a dark, lust-soaked turn, and I had to admit—it was working for me. I’d never been with a woman who pushed me like Hadley, and I was craving her brand of torture.

She turned around, and my jersey hung from her shoulders, slowly slipping down to reveal her bare skin underneath. Fuck. My name on her back was hot, but seeing my jersey laying at her feet was even better. When Hadley shifted back toward me, I sucked in a sharp breath, and my eyes took in every inch of her thin white tank top and lace panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples peaked through the fabric, desperate for my tongue to mark them as mine.

And she was mine.

Even if Hadley didn’t know it yet. Even if she would fight me every step of the way. From the moment she walked into this room, she was only ever going to be mine. Fuck her one time rule.

She stepped closer, letting her hips swing as she came into my space. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, a rare flash of vulnerability crossed her expression. That wouldn’t do. I lifted my hand and crooked a finger toward her. “Come here.”

Hadley crawled into my lap, her legs spreading on both sides of mine. I reached up, tracing her ribs until I met the curve of her breasts. My eyes leaped to hers. “Is it okay if I touch you?”She nodded, so I pulled my hands away. “Words, Hadley. I need you to tell me what you want.”

She rolled her eyes, so I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You want to act like a brat, Hadley? I have ways to tame that side of you. But nothing else is going to happen tonight if you don’t tell me what you want.” I softened my grip, brushing the hair away from her eyes. “You have all the control here, baby. Now use your words and tell me exactly where you want me to touch you.”

“Everywhere. My breasts, my ass. My pussy’s so empty without your fingers inside it,” she breathed, her eyes wide, lost to her desire. “God, I want you so badly, Cam. Touch me and show me what I’ve been missing.”

My hands moved to her ass, kneading the soft skin like I’d dreamed of doing a million times. All the fights, all the barbs—they’d all been leading to this moment when I got to hold Hadley close. As her head fell back, I freed one hand, pulling down her tank top to expose her breasts. Her petal pink nipples tightened with the rush of cool air, and I traced them with my tongue. She was so soft, and all I wanted was to memorize every inch of her. When she let out a soft moan, I couldn’t hold back another second. I stood with her in my arms, dropping her in the middle of the bed.

“Wait,” Hadley called out, lifting her sapphire eyes to mine. “I said I wanted to taste you too.”

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