Page 109 of Hot Damn
If only she knew the fun I plan to have while stuck inside this house.
On second thought, no, I don’t ever want to think of her knowing the very adult fun you can have inside all day.
“We’ll be fine. Go before they leave without you.”
“Okay. See ya.”
She’s out the door before the last word is out of her mouth. With a chuckle, I check the door is shut and the lock engaged before I set the alarm.
The new security system is another reason I want Cam here. I know her father probably has one that rivals mine butknowingshe’s safe andseeingshe’s safe are two different things.
Satisfied no one is getting in without my knowledge, I head for the kitchen. Time to make some breakfast. I’ve been up a few hours, spent an hour of that in the gym and taken a shower.
Two showers.
Cold showers.
One at five when I woke sporting the biggest morning erection of my life beside a sound asleep Cam. And the second after an hour of physically punishing my body in various ways failed to extinguish the heat burning through me.
I’ve never experienced lust.
Sex has never been something I wanted or needed.
Until now.
Until Cami.
It’s almost like my libido has been in hibernation and now that it’s emerged from its dormant state, it’s ravenous.
Just the thought of Cam has fire blazing along my nerves, stripping the endings bare and leaving them raw—oversensitive.
Last night when she went to bed, I breathed a sigh of relief only to discover my mistake a few hours later when I joined her in my bedroom.
Where she or I would sleep never came up in conversation. And with us having slept in the same bed a couple of times now, I didn’t think twice about climbing the stairs to my room.
I didn’t think twice until I crawled under the covers and Cam wiggled her way across the mattress and wrapped herself around me.
I’ve never slept with a woman before her. Never seen one naked.
I may as well be a virgin.
With my lack of experience, I should be nervous about pursuing a relationship with Cam but all I feel is excitement, pleasure, rightness.
How can someone I barely know feel so right?
And why does it feel like I know her?
I can’t get a handle on the feelings Cam inspires.
Caution and fear should take precedence except they’re not. In fact, they’re nowhere near what’s rolling around inside me.
“Hey.”
Spinning around, I find Cam, hair rumpled, my t-shirt brushing the tops of her thighs, standing a few feet away, and thehard-on I’ve spent most of the morning trying to tame is back with a vengeance.
I don’t think, just react.
Hands on her waist, I lift her onto the counter and step between her legs.
