Page 35 of Best Laid Plans
She could see the storm in Cam’s eyes brewing from her seat at the edge of the bed. It felt so good to turn the tables and put him in as much tumult as he’d put her body through this last week. As far as she was concerned, he deserved every barb. Every cutting word. Every dose of reality that she could level at him.
He took a step closer, a sanctimonious look on his face that Elle wanted to smack right off. “I won’t apologize for doing the right thing.”
“Right thing! What does that even mean, Cam?” Elle stood too, and she started pacing back and forth in front of her bed. He was infuriating. “You tell me no, but then you look at me, and I know you want it, too. You act like us sleeping together is going to break the fabric of reality or something. I’m sick of it. People have been fucking for thousands of years. We’re living proof of that.” Cam didn’t interrupt, which was good because she was only getting started.
She turned at the corner of her bed and started walking back, shooting him a look that she hoped burned a hole in him. “You’re just so…” Her hands were waving around like she was a mad woman, now. She sure as hell felt like one. And then she stopped, her toes digging into the carpet to keep her from losing her balance. “Scared.”
He was already moving forward, imposing and solid and in her space, his chest heaving. She’d hit a nerve, that much was clear. “You’re not the one left holding the bag when this goes sideways, Elle.”
Elle scoffed and put her hand up to his chest to push him away, only she couldn’t bring herself to do it, her hand lingering against his hoodie. “You have a pretty high opinion of yourself for someone who’s never actually crossed the finish line.”
He stared down at her with an inscrutable look on his face. “I don’t need to jump out of a plane without a parachute to know that it’s a bad idea.”
“I’m not trying to kill you, Cam. Honestly, it was exactly the opposite.” Her palm on his chest became a single finger, pushing her point home. “Only you’re too fucking dense or self-sacrificing to see that. I go back and forth between the two.”
She saw the heat in his eyes, but it was already too late. His arms were around her, holding her across her back and underher legs, as he easily carried her the few feet over to the bed. He deposited her on the comforter, her ass bouncing with the impact.
And then he was on top of her, the solid weight of his body splaying her across the mattress, his hips notching between her legs, which had spread traitorously wide for him.
He pushed his hard length against her, and it stole all her breath.
“Is this what you want, Elle? One good fuck, just so you can know what it’s like? Spend a little time slumming it before you get back to your real life?” His forearms flexed on the sides of her head as he rolled his hips against her, and she desperately wished there weren’t layers of clothes between them.
She felt the weight of him, but she needed more. Her hips arched upward, trying to find more friction. Anything to relieve the pressure that was already building.
“That’s not how I see you,” she argued, unable to stop herself. She wanted Cam, but she refused to let him misrepresent this situation.
He swooped down and kissed her then, probably to shut her up, and heat and butterflies exploded through her stomach. His tongue slid against her lips, already begging for entry. She was going to give it to him.
While he kissed her like he was starving, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she felt the short hair at the base of his skull, running her fingers through it. Her fingertips pushed insistently, bringing him closer, wanting anything and everything he’d let himself give her. The ramifications to this were a tomorrow problem. But tonight, she was going to suck Cam dry and then leave him begging for more.
“You better not think about coming to your senses,” Elle said between ravenous kisses, as her hands moved from his neck down to his sweatshirt, snaking their way up so her hands could splay across his muscled back.
“Once. We do this once.” Cam’s voice, deep and rich, was infused with the timbre of a man who was about to let himself go. It made Elle’s clit throb, fantasizing about the possibilities.
“Once,” she agreed. “To get it out of our systems.” Because he was right. They weren’t suited for the long haul, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun now.
He stopped his movements, as Elle’s hips shifted up to chase the feeling, only finding air. “Your family can’t know.”
She met his eyes, so serious, his face drawn into a tight line, and even so, she couldn’t find the same gravitas that he seemed to always have bubbling just below the surface. That he seemed to call on easily for his climb up to the moral high ground.
But she’d give him what he wanted, trusting that he’d do the same for her. Which was a needy fuck that took her out of her body and left her unable to walk tomorrow. “I promise that I will leave the fact that we slept together off the family meeting agenda this week and every week henceforth.”
There was fire in his eyes, and she thought that he was going to say something else. But that’s not what happened. He was so fast, as he slid down her body, his hands inching up her shirt as he moved.
When his face reached her legs, he bit lightly against each one, his big hands splaying across her thighs and pushing them outward. The strain made her hips jerk, desperately in need of relief. That tongue, which had already done talented things to her mouth, seemed like it was more than up to the job.
“You look incredible,” Cam said reverently. “And your underwear are already soaked. I knew that you wanted this, but fuck.” His words trailed off as he looked at her. But instead of taking them off, which is what Elle really wanted, he pushed his tongue against the fabric, able to press against her slit, but the barrier stopped him from going deeper.
And she knew that he knew that, when he gave her amischievous smile and then inhaled deeply against her. “So fucking good.”
“Cam,” she panted, her hands that had been fisting the covers coming up to wrap around his head.
“What do you want, baby?” He swiped his tongue again, and Elle’s hips jerked upward. “You want more?”
“Ineedmore, Cam. Please,” she begged, her words strangled with each lick that felt incredible but didn’t get her closer to quenching the deep ache that had settled inside of her.
“You want my tongue pressed against your clit, don’t you?” He asked in a voice bordering on teasing that was doing all kinds of things to Elle’s body. She tried to guide him with her hands, but his head stilled, and he looked up at her, piercing green eyes dark with his own want. “Tell me. Tell me what you want, Elle, and I’ll give you all of it.”
