Page 69 of Beyond the Cage
I press my palm to his cheek. “You already take care of me. I don’t need anything else.”
There’s a plea in his eyes and I realize that, for whatever reason, he thinks he needs to do this. I take a deep breath, shake my head, and look toward the ceiling again.
“Fine. And you better make sure nothinghappensto you, either.” His smile pulls at my heartstrings. “Next time, would you mindinvolvingme in decisions like this?”
There’s a knock at the door and Ross sticks his head in.
“Is it safe to come back in?” he asks.
“Yes, it’s safe. Where do I sign?”
He resumes his position at his desk and indicates where I should sign. I affix my signature to the document and glance over at Cameron. He’s looking very pleased with himself.
We sit in silence the entire drive home. Maybe I shouldn’t overthink this. I mean, this is what boyfriends do, right? They take care of you. Come to think of it, he’s always spending money on me. In the last month, he’s had my car serviced and detailed, plus I’ve had weekly mani/pedis, hair appointments, and shopping trips. He even paid my bills. I guess the only difference is now he’ll be giving the money directly to me. Damn. He’s not just taking care of me, he’s spoiling me rotten.
Back at his apartment, I head straight for the bedroom. For some reason, I feel a headache coming on. A red rose lying at the end of the bed stops me in my tracks. Tentatively, I walk over and pick it up. Beneath it, there’s an envelope addressed to ‘Jas-MINE’. I let out a soft giggle as I open it.Of course I’m yours. I pull out a greeting card and get hit with every emotion in the book. It’s an anniversary card…but he’s crossed the ‘Anni’ off and written ‘Montha’ above it, so it now reads ‘Happy Monthaversary’. Below the words is a bouquet of red roses. The interior is bare except for the words he’s written inside – ‘Thank you for the best month of my life. I know it will only get better from here.’
My vision becomes blurry from the tears pooled in my eyes. I blink and they spill over onto my cheeks. I can’t believe it. How is this beautiful, wonderful man mine? I feel his presence behind me and I turn to find him standing in the doorway, hands behind his back.
“Cameron –”
I swallow my words as he reveals his hands, and a small, green jewelry box. I swallow again as he moves toward me. Taking my hand, he places the box in my open palm.
“You didn’t have to get me a gift.”
He jerks his head at the box, urging me to open it. When I do, a gorgeous gold ring with a heart-shaped emerald shines up at me.
I gasp. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”Andmy favorite color! Removing it from the box, I place it on the third finger of my right hand. “I love it! Thank you.”
I move forward to show him how much, but he grasps my hand, halting my advance.
“What?”
Slowly, he removes the ring from my finger and drops my hand. He reaches for my left hand and places the ring on the third finger, his eyes never leaving mine. I smile up at him. I know it’s not a proposal…just his way of letting everyone know I belong to him.
“I’ll never take it off,” I whisper.
He turns me around and presses his body against my back, wrapping an arm around me. His fingers brush against my skin as he moves my hair to the side. The touch reverberates through my body and I lean in to him, moaning as he presses his lips to my nape. As his hands glide up my sides, I take a shaky breath. He’s touched me a million times, yet the feeling never wanes. In fact, it seems to grow stronger.
His hands continue upward, pushing mine above my head before closing around my wrists. Guiding my hands, he places them around his neck. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply and expelling the breath through his mouth. When it hits my skin, I shiver; it’s like a million butterfly feet dancing down my spine. Sliding his hands down my arms and sides, he grabs my hips, forcefully pulling me against him. I rotate my hips, grinding on the erection poking me. He moans, grabs my top, and slowly pulls it over my head. I allow my hands to fall, but he catches them, returning them to his neck. Laying his palms flat on my ribs, he slides them down to the waistband of my jeans. Since it seems he’s intent on going slowly, I indulge him. Besides, this isbeyonderotic. He unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zipper down, and pushes the sides apart. While his fingers make small circles on the skin below my navel, he places gentle kisses on my neck. I writhe against him, willing him to go lower. Finally, his fingers disappear into my jeans, and slip beneath my panties.
“Cameron…”
He circles my clit and I tighten my hold on his neck, practically lifting myself off the floor. Agonizingly slowly, he teases my clit until I feel like I may burst into flames.
“Oh, please…”
Pressing a finger to my lips, he silences me. He turns me around to face him and gently pushes me onto the bed. My chest heaves as I stare into his eyes. There’s no panty-melting, no soul selling, no ‘I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless’ desire. This look? It’s more like ‘you’re so beautiful I want to make love to you all day’. And it still induces The Reaction.
He tugs my jeans over my hips and down my legs, tossing them to the floor. His shirt joins my jeans before he leans over me. I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him as his lips touch mine. His tongue flicks out, barely passing my lips, and I groan in frustration at his continued teasing. He props me up with one hand while the other adroitly unhooks my bra, breaking our kiss to add it to the growing pile of clothes. While he massages my right breast, he returns to my lips. As his tongue slithers into my mouth, he twists my nipple, eliciting a tortured moan. Moving down to the offended flesh, he soothes it with his tongue. He does the same to its twin before trailing wet kisses down my stomach, gently tugging at my navel ring with his teeth. My panties are soaked and my body is begging for release, but he continues, driving me to an insane level of need. Dropping to his knees, he begins kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. With his cheek against my pussy, he bites into my flesh. My thighs quiver at the contact.
“Cameron!”
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Through my panties, he lightly rakes his teeth over my pussy before trapping the material between them and pulling. I raise my hips off the bed and watch as he removes the scrap of lace with his teeth. His fuckingteeth! He stands, brings it up to his nose, and breathes deeply before tucking it into his pocket.Fuck…me.I watch him hungrily as he gets rid of his remaining clothes.
“You’re beautiful,” I say on an expelled breath.
He kneels between my legs once more, pushing them apart and smirking at me. My breathing accelerates. I just love that tongue of his! He licks his lips, leans forward, and flails his tongue on my clit.
