Page 48 of Building Romance
Deciding I need to accept his proposal for the sake of all women everywhere, I agree with a small nod of my head.
“I need to hear it,” he murmurs, blowing on my sensitive bud that’s two inches too far from his mouth.
“Yes, yes, I want that too,” I beg as I grasp his hair in my hands and push his face toward me. He chuckles for a second, but then swipes his tongue along my wet flesh and I practically convulse just from that one touch.
He takes that as a sign that I want more and he’s right, I do want more, so much more. His tongue and finger start working me, testing the movements I like, waiting for my breath to hitch and my body to shake with the need to release.
And just when I’m about to come, he pulls back.
“Fletcher! Don’t make me hate you again,” I scold in frustration.
He grabs a roll of condoms from a bag near the bed and puts one on before climbing back over me. “Don’t worry, Tanner, if anything, I’m a man of my word. And right now, I need to fuck you until you are screaming my name loud enough for the entire crew to hear it,” he growls as he pushes inside me until he’s buried to the hilt. My breath leaves my body again as I adjust to his size.
“You alright, Cam?” he asks after a moment of letting me acclimate, his face an inch from mine.
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper as I look up at him.
“Good, ’cause I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to remember this night more than the win we just had,” he announces as he begins to move inside me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Fletch
I don’t know if it’s the tension release from the competition, the exhilaration from today’s win, or the pent-up sexual frustration of being around this gorgeous woman day in and day out for several weeks and not being able to touch her, but I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I look down at where our bodies are joined and fuck it’s hot as hell. My gaze moves back up her body and I lean back and grasp her ankles, bringing them up on my shoulder so I can slide deeper. I watch as another inch of my cock disappears into her body. Damn, this woman is hot as fuck.
Her eyes roll back in her head and I watch her face contort as I move faster inside her. She’s close. I can feel her muscles pulsing around me.
I reach between us and run my finger around her clit. Her breath hitches and her body clamps down on me.
“Fletcher!” she cries out as she climaxes. The combination of her tight pussy gripping me and the sound of my name on her lips pushes me over the edge and I come with a grunt, emptying myself into the condom, wishing I could feel her skin around me.
I don’t move for a minute as I keep myself propped up on my elbows. We both breathe heavily. I run my nose along her cheek, feeling her soft skin against mine. She smells of cupcakes and I grin at that. I love that she smells like a bakery. Maybe that’s why I literally want to eat her.
Her body is soft and languid underneath mine. She looks perfectly satiated.
“I needed that,” she admits with a giggle.
I open my eyes and meet her gaze. “You needed that?”
She nods and blushes, which only makes me want to repeat this whole thing again. I always thought she was beautiful, but now, seeing her like this, vulnerable and freshly fucked, she’s breathtaking. What I first viewed as arrogant and argumentative qualities, I now see as determined and confident qualities in her. She’s strong and passionate about her work. Her passion is addictive. Baking has never been that interesting to me. I know the basic mechanics of it, but in the past few weeks, I’ve loved it. It’s been fun and rewarding. She’s helped me find interest in what my family has done for over a century. That’s something I didn’t think anyone could do.
I pull out and dispose of the condom and then lie on the bed next to her, propping myself on my side so I can watch her.
She turns to face me. “You are unexpected,” she says.
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m unexpected?”
She nods again and laughs. “Yes. If you had told three-week-ago me I’d sleep with you after the competition, I would have laughed at you.”
I fight a grin. “I know exactly what you mean.”
Silently, I’m wondering how I’ll tell Spencer and Dalton or if I’ll tell them. Shit, they’d be so pissed, or maybe they would think I did it to get more dirt on Camryn. Either way, I have no idea what happens now.
As if reading my mind, she asks, “So, what now?”
I lean over her and press my lips to her cheek, and then her jaw, and finally her swollen lips. I envision those lips wrapped around my cock and I feel all my blood draining to that appendage.
