Page 51 of Challenge
The aching pain he’s left behind just makes me want more. So much more. I’m glad I agreed to adjust our arrangement. These next few days are sure to be the best Tequila Sunrise moments yet.
After we rinse off our toothbrushes, he finally speaks again. “I want to try something.”
He moves toward me, my butt hitting the countertop as I turn to watch him. “What?”
“Just trust me.” His gaze drops down to my body as he turns me so my back is pressed against his front and we can see our towel covered bodies reflecting in the mirror.
He slowly unravels mine and then his own. Staring at our naked reflections in the mirror, my first instinct is to cover myself; however, the heated look of his eyes on me is so intense, I automatically arch into him.
His hands reach around and cup both of my breasts. “Do you know how hot you are, Specs?” he whispers in my ear while kneading my breasts in his hands.
Unable to find my voice, I swallow hard and my breaths come out shaky.
“Your body is like a sweet, juicy morsel that begs me to fuck it.” I moan softly when he rolls each nipple between his fingers.
He stops his assault on my nipples and trails his fingers slowly downward over my abdomen, finally stopping at the area between my legs.
“I’m going to touch you here. Right on your sweet little pussy.” His hands spread my thighs apart. “But don’t worry. This won’t hurt.”
“Okay,” I all but moan, the combination of his naughty words and the growth of him pressing into my back nearly sending me over the edge all on their own.
Then he’s touching me again, just on the clit this time. His skilled motions take an embarrassingly small amount of time to get me off. I was still so keyed up and raring to go, it isn’t more than thirty seconds before I am coming apart all over.
When I’m done crying out for the man upstairs, Cam smiles, kisses the side of my neck, and murmurs, “I think I found your button.” Then he strides out of the bathroom without a look back.
After a moment of confusion, I grip my towel around me and make my way back to his room to find him putting fresh sheets on his bed.
He watches me carefully as I move to the other side of the bed to help. He’s found a pair of shorts now, thank God. Maybe now I can think straight for once.
As I pull down the corner of the fitted sheet, I can’t help but ponder over what the next couple of days will be. This feels more intimate than I thought it would. More personal. Not like sleeping with a player. Unless this is all a part of his well-practised game?
“Are you going to tell me what has you chewing your lip like it’s a piece of bubblegum?” he asks, tossing the pillows back on the bed and launching the last one at me.
I catch it and concurrently release my lip. “Probably not.”
He huffs once. “Am I going to have to force it out of you?”
He seems less introspective after our bathroom antics. “I don’t have to spill all my thoughts to you just because you say so.”
“After I fuck you for the first time you do.” His face looks cocky but his eyes look tense. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t good. I’m not stupid.”
“It was better than good,” I offer and definitely mean it.
“Then why the sour face?”
I know I won’t be able to get away from his question. Honestly, he deserves an answer. I don’t want him to think that I didn’t like it. “It just felt…different than what I imagined.”
“Different how?” he asks.
“Nothing. This is daft.” I quirk a brow at him. “That was the best sex of my life, Camden Harris. Is that what you need to hear?”
“That was the only sex of your life, Indie Porter.”
The sound of a buzzer interrupts the tension brewing between us. Camden looks at the time. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I completely forgot.”
