Page 137 of Melt for You (Slow Burn 2)
He comes up for air only long enough to murmur, “Mornin’, sweetheart.” Then he kisses me again, more tenderly this time, cupping my face in his hand, his hair tickling my cheeks.
I run my hands up his muscular back, feeling like I’m sinking down into the mattress, melting and gooey like a marshmallow left in the sun. “Good morning to you, prancer,” I say breathlessly when the kiss ends. “Though it’s not morning anymore—it’s afternoon. I can’t believe we stayed up until four a.m.”
“You’re the one who had to watch just one more episode of Peaky Blinders.”
“Sorry. Netflix is my Kryptonite. How’d you sleep?”
He nuzzles my neck, raising goose bumps all over my arms as he inhales deeply against my skin. In a husky voice, he says, “Best night’s sleep of my life.”
I smile, tightening my arms around him. “You’ve said that every morning since I got here.”
“That’s because every mornin’ it’s been true.” He lifts his head and gazes down at me, smiling when he sees the happy expression on my face. “What’s that big grin for?”
“For the most beautiful man in the world, with a heart almost as big as his ego.”
He laughs, a low rumble of noise that makes warmth like sunshine spread through my chest.
“I’ve got things bigger than my heart or my ego, darlin’.” He flexes his hips to make his point, and now I’m the one laughing.
“I see Godzilla’s awake, too.”
“Indeed he is. Awake and hungry.”
“When isn’t he awake and hungry? That thing is on steroids!”
“‘Thing’?” Cam repeats, insulted.
I roll my eyes. “Oh, excuse me. I forgot I’m supposed to pay the family jewels their proper respect.”
Cam’s smile comes on slow and sexy. “And most of the time, woman, you do a hoora good job at showin’ your respect.”
Now it’s my turn to be insulted. “Most of the time? What exactly are you implying?”
He grins at the sour look on my face and pinches my bottom. “Now who’s got the big ego?”
“You’re rubbing off on me,” I grouse, pretending to be angry with a pout.
“Oh, I’ll rub off on you all right,” he breathes. He digs his fingers into my bottom and drags me closer against him so his hardness throbs right between my legs. When I gasp, he cuts it off with a kiss—deep, hot, and demanding.
“I’ve got a conference call in less than ten minutes.” I try to stifle a moan by biting my lip when Cam moves his mouth to my neck and starts kissing a trail down to my collarbone. It feels so good. It always feels so damn good.
He nuzzles his nose between my breasts, then oh-so-gently bites my nipple, right through the sheer nightie.
This time I fail to stifle the moan. I arch into his mouth, sucking in a breath when he palms my breast and swirls his tongue around and around my hard nipple.
“Cam.”
“Mmm.”
He’s nibbling. Oh God, he’s nibbling. “I have a call with work in—”
“I’ll be quick,” he whispers, moving that hand from my breast down to my stomach, then sliding it between my legs. He rubs the heel of his palm against me because he knows how much I love it. How that simply drives me wild.
“Let’s wait until after,” I say. Or pant, technically. “I don’t want to be quick this morning. I want to go slow. Long and slow and deep and hard and oh—”
I can’t talk anymore because Cam is now doing something with his hand that requires all my mental focus.
In the other room, my cell phone rings.
