Page 41 of Reckless Youth
Waiting impatiently for him to come around to the passenger side, I peeked at my phone in my purse, just in case my parents had tried to reach me. Or maybe Sage had texted to let us know his expected arrival time.
Sadly, no texts or direct notifications, but I made sure to turn the volume up just in case.
I closed my purse just as the door swung open and Cam appeared to help me down. Jumping into his arms, he picked me up and swung me out the door, grabbing the bottle and collecting our overnight bags with our change of clothes.
He’d already checked in before he picked me up earlier and had a card key to open the door.
“After you, pretty girl,” he winked, motioning me into the room.
My eyes darted around the room when he flicked on the lights. To my amazement, there were rose petals and flowers strewn across the floor and all over the king size bed comforter, and soft music played in the background.
“Oh my God, Cameron. This is so beautiful.” I swung around and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “It’s so romantic.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Can’t take credit for it. It was Sage’s idea. I just did the dirty work.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at the word dirty. Regardless of the romantic notion, I knew things would surely get a little naughty tonight. Our group texts were a testament to all the possibilities and potential.
“Well, the two of you together make the perfect team.”
Cam set down the champagne on the table, his bag on the floor and loosened his bow tie. He stepped toward me, crowding me against the side of the bed as he did.
“Wemake the perfect team.”
The first brush of his lips on mine nearly buckled my knees. It took my breath away. I missed touching him in this way. I dug my fingers into his scalp, as electricity rippled through me. Cam’s hands cupped my butt, squeezing and plumping as he pulled me flush against his very hard length.
My body sizzled, and my legs clenched together, as I squirmed against him searching for friction.
“I’ve been dying to get this dress off you all night,” he admitted, placing wet, open-mouth kisses along my shoulder, my collarbone and landing at the top of my cleavage. “And holy fuck, the sight of these got me so hard, I was worried your parents would see exactly where my thoughts were and lock you away from me upstairs.”
I laughed with mirth and brazenly slid my hand down to his trouser zipper, palming the bulge that had lengthened and thickened with our kisses.
“Do you think we should wait for Sage?”
He choked out a masculine rumble as I edged along the material over his straining erection, which told me what I needed to know.
“I’ll do whatever you want…but maybe I should get you out of this dress first. You know, so you can be more comfortable while we wait.”
“You’re so thoughtful,” I teased, stepping back to give us some room.
Cam’s fingers stroked over the sequined ribbing of my corset, flicking over the taut nipple that strained against it.
I moaned my agreement. “Mmm…maybe you’re right.”
His fingers found the zipper in back, deftly unzipping me out of the confines of my gown, brushing the bare skin of my back. Shivers ran down my spine at his touch, as his fingers latched to the edge of the dress, pulling it down to my waist to expose my breasts.
He cupped them reverently, plumping and squeezing. “Is it okay to tell you that I want to fuck these sometime soon?”
His words made me breathless. Made me want more. Want it all.
“How about tonight?” I responded, lacing my fingers over his as we massaged my breasts together.
“Shit, London. You have no idea how much I want to push you down on that bed right this instant and do that to you.”
Smiling decadently, I pulled him down on top of me as I stretched out wantonly across the bed.
“Do it, then.”
“Fuck yes.”
