Page 46 of The Stone Secret
I crossed the room toward him instead.
“Cam…” He turned his head, offering me his beautiful profile. Straight nose, hard jaw, and those lips. Those full, luscious—
I stopped a couple of feet from him, chest heaving like I’d done a sprint. “This is insane.”
He turned to face me in the moonlight, pale eyes darkening as they swept over me. His hands curled to fists, his breath coming short and shallow as he finally locked gazes with me.
A jolt passed through me—our connection, strong and steady, even though we were denying it.
“Being alone is dangerous.” His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal. Your need.”
And I could smell him—a thick, cloying scent that was his arousal. The pulse between my thighs beat hard and deep. I was wet for him, and he hadn’t even touched me.
“I should go.” My tone held a plea.
He reached up to tentatively cup my cheek. “Hmmmm…” He swept his thumb over my bottom lip, then pressed down slightly, parting my mouth.
I tasted him, salty and callused, licked the tip of his thumb, then closed my mouth around it, drawing it in and suckling.
“Fuck.” He tried to pull free, but I gripped his wrist, locked gazes with him, and slowly, carefully withdrew his thumb from my mouth.
“Cam…” His chest heaved.
But I was hungry for him. Desperate to taste him like he’d tasted me that night on the tower. I took a step forward, and he took one back.
“Cam, you need to go before I lose control.”
“You have the cuff.” My voice was deeper now. “I just need a taste.” I pressed my hand to his chest and ran it down slowly to cup his crotch. Fuck, he was huge and hard. “Serath, please.” I rubbed and squeezed.
His eyes rolled back as he angled his hips, pushing his cock into my hand. “Cam…I can’t. We fucking can’t.”
“You want someone else to have this?” I squeezed again, and he groaned. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to my crotch, to the sleep shorts that burned with heat. “Do you want someone else to have this?”
His eyes snapped open, burning with possessive heat, the signature of his beast. “Mine.”
“Yes!” my beast growled.
I pushed against his fingers, opening my thighs so he could touch me through the wet fabric of my pants. Fuck, his fingers were so thick. I stroked him, rubbing the ridged length of cock and pushing down on the head through his lastonflex to elicit delicious moans and pants.
I’d wanted to taste him, but this…fuck this had to happen now. We leaned against each other, chasing our climax.
“Need to feel you…” His deep voice rumbled against my senses.
My beast pressed against my skin, stronger than ever before. “Yes.”
He adjusted his grip to push his hand into my panties, cupping my throbbing pussy with his palm.
“Need it.” My voice was thick with desire.
“Take it.” His thick fingers parted my swollen flesh, the abrasion of his callused digits firing sensations through me that fucked with my sanity. My knees buckled, but he caught me. He pressed his thumb to my clit and entered me with two fingers, curling deep to hit the magic spot.
Stars filled my head as my body convulsed, releasing the orgasm it had been holding for what felt like forever.
I bit down on his bicep to stifle my cry, hot juices spilling all over his hand, thighs trembling with the force of my climax.
“Cam…” He nuzzled my ear, his lips ghosting across my cheek toward my mouth. “My Cam…”
Our mouths met in soft, needy kisses that tasted of mint and coffee.
