Page 98 of Hard Rock Sin
I shook my head. "It has less to do with you, and more to do with me. I don't think he'd take my dating anyone very well."
"I'm just so fucking sick of being everyone's dirty little secret."
I pulled away to meet his eyes. "I'll tell him."
Cameron stilled. "About us?"
"Yes. The next time I see Noah, I'll tell him about us."
The relieved look on Cameron's face eased my worries. Maybe I couldn't make what his parents did feel any better, but I could do this for him.
Then that relieved smile turned into something darker. Something heated.
"If you're going to tell your brother, I guess that means I can do this."
He leaned down and nipped on my neck. I gasped. He placed his lips on my skin and sucked.
I pushed him away. "No hickies!"
"You're no fun."
"At least not anywhere people can see," I conceded.
His eyes held an evil glint. Cameron bit down on my bottom lip.
I gasped, then moaned. He licked a healing path along that lip, tongue seeking entrance to my mouth.
I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to play with mine. The moment I tasted him, a wave of need crashed into me. Any reservations I had flew out of my head. His scent filled my nostrils, warm and sunny and so veryCameron.
I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. I threw myself at him so fast, our knees and hips bumped together awkwardly. We almost lost our balance. Cameron caught me by the waist. He slowly lowered us onto a nearby sofa, settling me onto his lap. We never broke our kiss as we nipped and licked and crushed our mouths together.
His hands wandered under my shirt. The roughness of his calloused fingers burned deliciously into my soft skin. They skimmed a line down my back to deftly unsnap my bra. They continued tracing a path to my front. His thumb brushed my nipples under thin cotton fabric. He tweaked one, then the other. A jolt of electricity shot through me at each light pinch.
His lips left mine to trail kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I took the moment to peel my shirt off and toss it to the floor, along with my bra. With a hand on my shoulder blades, he leaned me backwards, angling my chest until his lips found my nipples. He latched onto one, a heated suction that shocked me to my core. I tugged on his hair, urging him closer.
As his mouth teased at my breasts, his hands searched beneath my skirt. He ran a path up and down my inner thighs, stopping just before he hit the apex, teasing me. Liquid heat pooled in my center. My inner walls clamped down on nothing, already wet and aching and needing his touch.
I was a shaking, panting mess when he lifted his head. I whined and wriggled at the loss of his lips on my breasts.
"You've got the most fucking beautiful tits," he mumbled against my skin. The cool air of his breath made my nipples tighten even further.
Cameron met my eyes. His fingertips found the elastic of my now damp panties. My breath hitched. Slowly, he hooked his fingers underneath and tugged down. I shifted, helping him draw them down my legs.
I settled back down on his lap, naked except for the skirt pushed to my waist. He was still dressed, still in his t-shirt and jeans. My core pressed against the stiff length still trapped in the thick fabric. I palmed him through the rough material. He stifled a groan. I pulled down the zipper and took him out. He was burning in my hand, silken smooth over a heavy, solid weight.
I brushed my thumb over the weeping tip. He twitched.
My inner walls were throbbing, the emptiness inside me turning into an almost painful ache. I needed to be filled, and I needed to be filled by this man alone. I rolled my hips and said the words that I knew were his undoing.
"Fuck me, Cameron."
His gaze went dark. He gripped my hair in his hand, fisting the strands. He tugged my head back and crushed his lips to mine.
"The things you do to me, Angel…" he murmured into my mouth.
Cameron made a move to reach into his jeans pocket. I knew what he was going for.
"Wait." I put a hand on his wrist.
