Page 75 of Beyond the Cage
Cameron brings my attention back to him by taking my hand. I move forward, draping my arms around his shoulders. He places his hands on my hips, pulling them against his. As his head descends, I slide my fingers down his hard chest and work on the buttons of his waistcoat. His lips touch mine and my hands falter.Will this happen every time he touches me?You’d think I’d be used to it by now. I slide the garment off his shoulders and pull at his tie to free the knot. He slides his tongue along my bottom lip and I moan, grabbing his shirt to steady myself.
I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and dispose of it, too. I groan, realizing I still have his undershirt, pants, and boxers left.
“Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
He smiles against my lips as I reach for his belt, breaking away to help me by removing his undershirt. After kicking his shoes and pants aside, he grabs my hands, halting my progress with his boxers. He pulls me flush against him and buries his face in my neck, his velvety tongue sliding across my skin, making me shiver. I reach between us and stroke him through his boxers, extracting a deep groan from him. As he moves to the other side of my neck, his fingers settle on my hips, slowly pulling my dress up. I allow my head to fall back, giving him better access to my neck.
“Cameron…”
I lose track of everything until he nudges my arms for me to lift them. After I comply, he pulls the dress over my head, tossing it on the pile of clothes on the floor. He gives me a lascivious smile when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. Since my panties are tucked away in his pocket, I’m now completely naked before him, save my shoes. He plants a soft kiss in the center of my sternum and moves down at a snail’s pace to my breast. My chest heaves with every breath I take. His tongue circles my nipple before moving to the other. I sink my fingers in his hair as he moves down my stomach. He stops at the spot below my navel, flicking his tongue against my skin.
“Oh, God…”
I look down and he’s on his knees, staring up at me. It’s as if he’s worshipping me with his eyes. My already-weak knees threaten to buckle, but then it’s gone. He ducks his head and concentrates on the buckles of my strappy stilettos. I wish I knew what he’s thinking. This guessing game has my mind in knots.
With my shoes disposed of, he takes my hand and helps me into the tub before lighting the candles sitting on the edge. As I settle in, he turns the lights off.Now, this is the life. I only wish the tub was big enough for the both of us. He perches on the edge and reaches into the water, coming up with my foot.
“What –” The words die on my lips as his thumbs massage the balls of my foot. “Oh…my…”
I sink lower into the water as he applies more pressure. His magical fingers make circles down the length of the bottom of my foot, and I moan in delight. In the future, I’ll have to request this type of treatment frequently. By the time he moves to my other foot, I feel myself slipping into dreamland.
Through sleepy eyes, I see him drop his boxers and move toward the shower. Okay…I’m fully awake again. He turns the shower on and steps in, standing below the spray. Right now, I wish I was a drop of that water. It cascades down his body, glistening in the candlelight. The glass begins to fog up and I can only make out the outline of his body. Damn it. I close my eyes and wait for him to finish so I can shower, too. I love a good soak but always shower after.
When I hear the sound of the water being turned off, I open my eyes to catch a glimpse of him. I lick my lips as he steps out, my eyes trained on the magnificent appendage dangling between his legs. He obstructs my view, covering it with a towel before he grabs another one to dry his hair. As he walks past me, he drops a kiss on my forehead while scooping up our discarded clothes. He returns a few minutes later carrying our toothbrushes. I feel like a perv watching him, but hey…he’s mine. If I want to watch him brush his teeth then I will.
After I shower, dry my hair, and brush my teeth, I walk into the bedroom to find a surprise waiting for me. On the bed, he’s laid out what he wants me to wear – a baby blue, lace-trimmed, satin slip, and a matching kimono. I slide my fingers across the silky material with a smile. He’s really going all out tonight. One of the bags is open next to it, so I peek inside, finding clothes, toiletries, and makeup. I grab the lotion and deodorant and slip on the nightie, foregoing underwear. I wonder if I should wear the kimono also. Yes, I’m definitely wearing it so he can unwrap this gift. I giggle to myself as I realize what I just did. Iama gift from God, after all. Tousling my hair, I leave the bedroom to find him.
The lights are off and he’s lying on a blanket in front of the fireplace, propped up on some pillows. He’s staring into the flames, lost in thought. Whatever he’s thinking about has his full attention, because I enter the room and he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Hey.”
He turns his head toward me, hopping to his feet as I walk forward. His gaze moves slowly down my body and back up, locking with mine. I return the favor, scanning his naked chest and down to where his pajama bottoms are hanging off his hips.Hmm…that V-line and my tongue are going to have a meeting tonight. He takes my hands, kissing the backs of both.
“Thank you for my sexy nightie.”
I’m rewarded with a salacious smile as he reaches for the knot on my kimono. He pushes the sides apart, biting his lip as he looks on in appreciation. He trails his finger down my breast, finding my nipple through the material. I shiver and goosebumps pop up along my arms. As I’m about to throw myself into his arms, there’s a knock at the door.Ugh!
“Ignore it,” I beg. He ignores me instead and walks to the door. “Seriously? Well, you just missed your chance, Mr. Jackson.”
He scoffs and looks back with a ‘yeah, right’ expression. I can’t even disagree; he can get it in his sleep. I drop the kimono and take his place on the blanket. He comes back pushing a cart laden with all kinds of goodies – champagne, strawberries, whipped cream, molten chocolate, and a box of Godiva truffles. I watch with mounting excitement as he opens the bottle of Krug. After pouring two glasses, he hands one to me then joins me on the blanket. He inclines his glass toward mine in a toast.
“To…graduations and romantic boyfriends.”
He smiles, taps his glass against mine, and takes a sip, his eyes boring into mine over the rim. I just want to jump on top of him, but I’ll try to be patient to see what he has planned. Holding his hypnotic stare, I down my drink in one sip. He raises a brow and reaches for the bottle with a smirk.
“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?”
He nods as he refills my glass. I lean forward, giving him a better view of my cleavage. As his gaze drifts south, I whisper in his ear, “You don’t need alcohol for that.”
Hovering over his lips, I lick mine seductively. He slides his hand to the small of my back and pulls me close. My dormant imp is about to make an appearance. When he tries to close the gap between us, I pull away and move toward the cart.
“Chocolate would have been enough.” I wink.
He grabs my hand, roughly pulling me back to him. I giggle, throwing my arms around his neck. The mirth disappears when I notice the mischief in his eyes. He pushes me back against the pillows and reaches for the box of chocolates. After removing the lid, he leaves it on the floor next to us. Taking my hands, he positions them above my head and brushes his lips against mine. I arch into him as he intensifies the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip. I try pulling my hands free so I can touch him, but he has my wrists in a vise grip. Vaguely, I feel something brush against my arm, but I’m too distracted by his tongue in my mouth. I groan when he breaks the kiss to straddle my hips. There’s a tug on my wrists, and I realize he’s tied my hands together.
“Hey!” I protest as he leans back with a satisfied smirk.
I lift my hands to investigate and find the sash from my kimono wrapped around my wrists. He forces my bound hands back into position, removing a truffle from the box. I guess I can forgive this small transgression for some chocolate. He brings it to my lips, but pulls it away just as I’m about to take a bite. Instead, he takes one, examining the remaining piece as he chews.Ugh…the tease. He offers it to me again, this time allowing me to bite into it.Oh, my God…pure heaven.As I chew, he slides my nightie up and I raise my hips, enabling him to lift it. He feeds me another truffle then slides the nightie over my breasts.
