Page 48 of Best Laid Plans
“It’s simple. I’ve gone four days without tasting you, and Ican’t stand it anymore.” She looked for a hint of regret in his eyes, but she couldn’t find any.
She pulled his hips against her so that she could feel his cock, still hard and ready. “When do you have to be back in the kitchen?”
His hands drifted down to her thighs, and he inched up her skirt. His fingertips trailed heat across her skin, but it paled in comparison to the insisting throbbing in her center. She needed relief. Needed Cam to be the one to give it to her. “A few minutes. I won’t have time to do what I really want to do.”
Her head tilted back against the fence, and she allowed herself to be bracketed up by his body. “And what’s that?”
He wrapped a hand around one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Bend you over every available surface and fuck you senseless.” His other hand came up to rest against her chest, and he rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers. “Lick your beautiful tits.”
She moaned as he let go of her ass with his own sound of anguish. “You can’t–”
“I’m not going to leave you, baby. Let me take care of you,” Cam said with confidence, a sincerity in his voice that sparked all kinds of emotions she wouldn’t consider.
“Cam. Please,” she begged as his fingers ghosted across her shorts. He’d hiked her skirt up around her hips, and she didn’t care how lewd this was. How it would look to anyone who walked in. She needed him to relieve the urgency building and building and building–
He pulled her shorts down to her thighs quickly, so they kept her legs close together, and she felt the warm air against her pussy. She wished that she could stretch her legs wider, desperate for Cam to fill her. A garbled sound came out of her mouth that was meant to be a plea, but it was swallowed by Cam’s unexpected kiss. He didn’t waste any time. He slid hisfinger up and down her slit, which became quickly and obscenely coated with her wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet, Elle. For me,” he said, pulling back. His jaw was hard, his eyes on fire as they stared into her own. She nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He stilled his fingers just as he was about to encircle her clit. “I want to know that it’s for me. All mine.”
“I’m wet for you, Cam. It’s all for you.” She meant every letter, every syllable, every word.
And like those were the magic words, he was everywhere, all at once. His thumb rubbed focused circles on her clit as he easily slid two fingers into her, pumping against her methodically. When he’d hit as deep as he could go, he’d curl his fingers upward, and it made her feel like her body was expanding and contracting at the same time. He filled her, fully, and all she could do was wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and go along for the ride. She hooked one of her legs as far up his hip as it could go, and he bracketed her in place.
Even if she desperately wished that it was his cock pumping in and out of her, to her body, it didn’t seem to matter. Her orgasm was already building, like a string getting tighter and tighter until it sna– “I’m coming,” she moaned into his shoulder before she bit at his t-shirt clad skin to stifle her scream. Waves of pleasure wracked through her, over and over and over, as she realized that Cam continued to fuck her with his fingers. The dull-throb in her clit that should signal a post-orgasm comedown was nowhere to be found, replaced with the feeling that she was on a roller coaster heading toward the top of a peak. “Cam–”
“You can have enough orgasms for both of us,” Cam grunted, his cock straining against her whenever he pushed into her.
God, she wanted to touch him. Drop to her knees and wrap her lips around every inch of him, to make him feel this weightless, out-of-control feeling rocketing through her. She wantedto worship the long lines of muscle that were now stretching against his shirt. She wanted to scratch him and leave marks on his back and his shoulders and his chest so that he thought about her every single day for as long as it took for them to heal.
She came with a sob that wrecked her whole body, as her second orgasm hurtled through her, stronger than the first. When it had run its course, Cam’s fingers guiding her through it, she tried to put her foot back on the ground, but it felt like her legs were made of Jello.
“I’ve got you.” Devastatingly soft words to match the way he was cradling her in place, holding her up like she was weightless. He swiped a few tendrils of hair away from her face. “I’ve got you.”
When Elle could finally string a coherent sentence together, she tried to make it count. “So, not a one time thing then?”
He looked at her then, his irises expanded so that the green of his eyes was barely a halo. There was so much need written across his face. Soaked into his voice. Throbbing in his pants. Elle already knew that this thing between them wasn’t going to go away just because they wanted to put it in a box and forget about it. “I tried to be good, Elle, but this just feels so much better.”
She laid her head against his chest, breathing in his slightly sweaty scent, trying not to overthink what this meant. “I love it when we agree on something.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CAM
Service for the evening charity event was set to start in ten minutes. And Cam was so fucking thankful that this would all soon be over.
When he’d met with Tricia, he’d agreed to consider the request because of Elle, but he’d only come on board when they’d confirmed that it would be a cocktail evening with h'orderves, versus a plated dinner service. Cam was good at what he did, but a plated meal in five days that accounted for various dietary restrictions and individual guest needs wouldn’t have been possible. Especially with the group he was serving. Add in his requirement to only use the freshest and highest quality proteins available, which was not something that the country club seemed concerned about if the salmon he’d been served had been any indication, and he’d pulled it all together by the skin of his teeth.
The team he’d been given was already cooking up the first sets of trays that would be whisked out of the kitchen in minutes, and it wouldn’t stop for at least another two hours.
Tricia, who’d done her very best to be his shadow this week,was standing next to him at the long prep table, running over a final checklist. He made sure to keep an extra foot away, less her ‘tactileness’ as she’d described it, came out to play.
She looked up from her tablet and gave Cam an appreciative stare. Every time he got that look, he moved away another inch. At this rate, they’d be on opposite sides of the room by the end of the night. “I’m surprised I didn’t see your consultant more this week,” she hedged, looking toward the double doors that led into the kitchen.
“She’s a busy woman, but she’ll be here for the event.” At least, that was the plan. Elle had spent the night at her parents again, but she should be arriving any minute. Between prepping the courses, wrangling the kitchen staff, and being forced to play nice with a few VIPs who’d wanted an ‘intimate look’ at Cam’s process–which made him want to vomit–he hadn’t had time to think, let alone check his messages.
And after what he’d done yesterday, clingy was the last thing he wanted to be seen as in Elle’s eyes. Even if he, too, had been checking that door more often than he should.
He didn’t miss the disappointment that flashed across Tricia’s features, which settled into a tight smile as she pushed on. “Great. Passed plate service will last about ninety minutes, where guests will mingle as well as have the chance to interact with you.”
