Page 61 of Hard Rock Sin
I gave an experimental roll of my hips, pressing down against him. "I have some idea."
His hardness was like a fiery brand between my thighs. The rub of his rough jeans against my core sent tingles shooting through me.
Cameron let out a grunted curse, his eyes squeezing shut. He placed his hands on my hips, stilling them.
"Stop squirming. You asked for slow, remember?"
I bucked my hips again.
He cracked his eyes open. "Temptress."
Cameron returned his lips to mine. I sighed into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him, the smell of him. Kissing Cameron was like drinking in pure sunshine.
I ran my hands over the muscles of his shoulders and chest, enjoying the firm, well defined shape of him. My questing fingers went low enough to find the hem of his shirt. I gave it a tug.
He answered the unspoken question, breaking our kiss to toss the shirt over his head.
Although I'd seen Cameron shirtless a handful of times already, the sight of him never failed to surprise me. Lean and toned, the peaks and valleys of his abs called out for me to touch them.
I placed my hands on his bare skin, like silk over steel. I ran my hands up and down his chest, feeling those shifting muscles under my fingertips.
I slid my hands around his sides. His stomach muscles tensed and he inhaled a sharp breath. I pulled back quickly.
"Did I—?" I began to ask, unsure if I'd done something wrong.
"No, it's fine." He squeezed my hips. "Feel free to keep going."
I moved to continue my exploration, but he tensed again. He let out a short, huffing sound.
I paused. That almost sounded like a laugh. Experimentally, I touched his sides with a feather touch. He squirmed away and snorted out a quick laugh that time.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked, astonished.
"Just a little," he admitted.
That was so adorable I almost swooned. The hotter than hell rock star sex god Cameron Thorne… was ticklish.
"I trust you not to take advantage," he continued.
"I would never." I did file the knowledge away for later, however.
As our lips and tongues slid together, I resumed my inspection of his chest and shoulders, keeping away from his sensitive areas.
Cameron moved his hands from my hips to my waist, caressing the skin under my shirt. My hairs stood on end as he began sliding higher, until his hands were inches away from my breasts. I held my breath as he moved to cup them.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
I let out a sound of affirmation into his mouth.
His large hands covered my breasts through my bra. Two thumbs traced my nipples through the thin cotton. I inhaled sharply as that touch went straight to the apex of my thighs.
With a surety I didn't quite feel inside, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.
Cameron's eyes zeroed in on my bra.
His lips twitched.
"Cartoon rainbows?"
