Page 45 of Beyond the Cage
“Fuck…”
I don’t know what it is, but every time always feels like the first time – new and wonderful. He moves to the edge of the bed, roughly dragging me along.Oh, yeah!He places one foot on the floor, his other knee on the bed, and throws my leg over his shoulder. I guess he took my warning to heart, because his movements are fast and furious.Holy shit!I feel like the man is trying to drill a hole up to my brain! I cry out, grabbing the sheets. He stops, but only to pull the straps of my dress down to free my breasts. Grabbing two handfuls, he resumes his drilling. I force my eyes open and look up at him. His eyes are wild, sweat rolling down his forehead. He glances up and our eyes meet. Slowing down, he leans forward and kisses me. With a whimper, I place my hands on his shoulders as his tongue slides past my lips. He moves inside me – slow, deep strokes that send my blood speeding through my veins. I rake my hand through his hair as he moves down to my neck.
“Cameron…”
He moans and pulls away, staring into my eyes as his thumb circles my clit. I close my eyes and arch my back, moaning and whimpering from the pleasure he’s giving me. That tingling sensation zings through my body and I grab my pillow, biting into it as I come, muffling my scream. He moves faster then, slamming into me before going deep with one final thrust. Tossing the pillow aside, I smile up at him. He leans down and licks my nipple, making me shudder.
“Ireallyhave to go,” I say before he convinces me to stay in bed with him.
He kisses my forehead softly and pulls out of me. I jump up and head to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I walk back into my room, he’s lying in bed looking all kinds of delicious.
“I’m having an overwhelming urge to jump back into bed with you, so you need to go.”
With a boyish grin, he hops out of bed as I move around the room, gathering my things.
“Will I see you tonight?”
I look over at him as I put on my panties. He answers with a nod. “You coming over or you want me to come to the warehouse?”
He raises a brow at me.
“Yes, I have officially dubbed it ‘the warehouse’. Deal with it.”
He chuckles and points to me, indicating I should meet him at his place.
“Okay. Gimme kiss.” I close my eyes and he plants a chaste one on my lips. “One more.” He does it again, but I still want more. “One more.” Again, not enough. “I mean it this time…last one.”
He cradles my face and covers my lips, giving me a slow, sweet, seductive kiss. His lips caress mine, making me quiver. The feelings he stirs in my body are unfathomable. I don’t understand. Reluctantly, I break our kiss.
“Go…now.”
He strokes my cheek then walks away. As I watch him leave, I know I’m in trouble. Big trouble.
CHAPTER 12
There are two rules for being successful in Martial Arts. Rule 1: Never tell others everything you know. – Unknown
As I walk through Victoria’s Secret, I get a sudden craving for a juicy, greasy burger. Checking the date, the reason becomes clear. I’ve been so out of it these last couple of weeks, I haven’t even thought about my period. It also explains the extra friskiness and the sensitive nipples. I’ve been blaming Cameron for both. I smile at the thought of him. However, my smile fades when it hits me that I’ll have to go a whole week without sex. Not just sex…sex withhim.Well, I still have two days left, so I better make use of them.I examine the barely-there, mesh and fishnet cut-out teddy and smile. I can’t wait to see his face when I unleash this baby on him. I need to hurry. Chelsea’s coming back today, so I better make good on my cookie promise. Leaving Vicky’s, I head straight to the supermarket.
Back home, I get down to cookie-making business. A knock at the door startles me when I’m removing them from the oven. I open it and my heart jumps when I see Cameron standing there.
“I thought you were training, mister?” I lean in for a kiss but stop short when I hear a soft whine. “What was that?”
I regard him suspiciously and realize he has one hand behind his back. “What are you hiding?” I try to peek behind him.
With a smile, he slowly reveals his surprise. I gasp, staring down in shock and excitement at the cutest little puppy I’ve ever seen.
“Cameron, he’s gorgeous!”
I wrap him up in my arms and walk to the couch. Cameron follows, lugging two huge bags.
“What kinda dog is he?”
He reaches into his pocket and hands me an envelope before he sits next to me. I pull the document out and read it aloud.
“Norwegian Elkhound…eight weeks old.”
He is absolutely gorgeous – white and fluffy, and he looks like a wolf pup.
