Page 94 of Things We Fake
My eyelids fluttered open. I didn’t dare ask what those plans were. I was a fan of show rather than tell.
After I stepped out of the tub, Cam reached for a plush towel, running it over my skin with slow, reverent care. I mirrored his movements, taking another towel and gliding it over his damp skin. It occurred to me that he hadn’t even kissed me tonight, yet he had my body on fire for hours. How was that even possible?
I looked up at him. “What now?”
A slow smile spread across his lips. “Dessert.”
He finally lowered his mouth to mine. I was so hungry for him I melted into the kiss with my entire body, dragging my fingers up through his hair and pulling him closer. His lips were urgent, his tongue demanding as he plundered my mouth. I was drunk on the taste of him, desperate to feel him closer, to get more of him, all of him. I bit at his lips, exploring his mouth with my tongue, grazing my teeth along his stubbled jaw, digging my fingers into the rippling muscles of his shoulders and back.
We stumbled our way into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, me on top of him. His erection pressed hard against my stomach, and I partedmy thighs to straddle him. When he lifted me against him I was slick with desire, my wetness sliding up his length.
He groaned, clasping my ass and pressing me tighter against him. “You’re killing me.”
His head fell back against the pillow, and I seized the opportunity, sliding my tongue over his jaw and down his throat, relishing the sharp catch in his breath. My nails skimmed lightly down his chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle, feeling the tremble in his abs as I moved lower.
This was the finest dessert I’d ever tasted, and I couldn’t get enough of him. He smelled like clean skin and lingering cologne, warm and intoxicating. When I flicked my tongue over his nipple, his entire body jerked beneath me. A low, hungry sound vibrated in his chest as I brushed my mouth over his abdomen, then even lower.
I didn’t hesitate for a second and didn’t give him time to hesitate either before I flicked my tongue over the velvety tip. He gripped the sheets with a deep moan, and I could feel him tremble under my touch, holding back and holding on for dear life as I closed my mouth around him.
“Sue...”
“Shh. Now, letmetake care ofyou.”
I trailed my tongue over him, up and down, using my mouth and fingers to explore his length. I could feel he was still struggling for control, and I was determined to make him let go. I surrounded him with my lips, moving slowly at first, then faster, licking, rubbing, building pressure until he cursed breathlessly, his control shattering in hot, liquid surrender. He shookuncontrollably under me, his fingers raking through my hair, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
I looked up at him and smiled slowly, tenderly. His glassy eyes were fixed on mine as he reached for me, guiding me up his body until our mouths were sharing breath again.
“You didn’t have to do that.” His voice was little more than a gruff whisper, his fingers still tangled in my hair.
I smiled against his skin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his chest. “I know.” I dragged my lips up his neck, whispering against his ear. “I wanted to.”
I felt his smile against my temple as he laid a kiss there.
Moments later, I turned my head to look at him. He was watching me, still hazy with pleasure, but sharp with intent. Lazily, his hands slid up my sides, brushing over my waist and ribs before settling firmly on my hips.
A slow grin spread across his face. “My turn.”
A shiver ran down my spine at those two quiet words, charged with promise. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped us with fluid ease, his strong body pressing me gently into the mattress. He held himself just above me, his lips curling in that wicked, knowing smile that made my heart pound and my core clench with need.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, brushing my hair back from my face.
I swallowed hard, already breathless, as he dipped his head and kissed me. His mouth claimed mine with a possessive assurance that made my head spin. No rush,no urgency—just the kind of kiss that melted everything else away until there was nothing left but him. He kissed me as though I was his addiction, his salvation, and his undoing all at once.
His lips moved from mine, trailing along my jaw and down my neck, lingering over my racing pulse. I gasped as his mouth found my collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue. My hands slid up his back, gripping the muscles that rippled under my fingers.
He shifted, his lips exploring lower, brushing over the curve of my breast, turning my breath shallow.
“Cam…” I arched into him, my body desperate for more.
He gave a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated against my skin. “Patience, sweetheart. I plan to take my time with you.”
And he did.
His hands, his lips, his tongue—all of him moved over me with exquisite care, worshipping every inch of my body. His mouth closed over my nipple, and I clutched his shoulders, lost in pleasure. His hand slid down, cupping my waist, then my hip, and finally skimming along the inside of my thigh.
I shivered under his touch, my body taut with anticipation as his mouth moved lower, across my abdomen, brushing kisses along my stomach. I arched into him, my breath choppy as his stubble scratched lightly against my skin. The roughness of his jaw, the heat of his mouth, the absolute focus in his touch made me dizzy.
His hands slid to my thighs, easing them apart with deliberate care. Then his lips found the soft skin of my inner thigh, his kisses sending jolts of electricity through me. My hands fisted in the sheets as he worked his way closer, every touch igniting a new wave of heat. When his mouth finally found me, a strangled moan tore from my throat.
