“Thank you.” Her hand coasted up my chest and rubbed over my pecs. “I think you are too.”
She rubbed over my nipples and electricity shot straight to my groin. “Aw, fuck.” My gaze dropped to the button of her jeans. “Gonna take these off now too, okay?”
“Oh yes.” She brought her legs up on the bed and went to her knees and I did the same, so we were kneeling in front of each other. She curled her fingers over my shoulders as I unzipped her and worked the denim down over her hips. I was careful not to bring her panties along with them because I was dying to see if they matched the bra.
They did.
I nearly wept. A tiny sheer triangle topped with the same tattoo-effect black flowers was held up by two black strips, tiny bows just beneath each hip bone. Her curves were smooth and sweet and…“It’s an innie,” I said hoarsely.
She huffed out a laugh. “It is. As is yours.” Her fingers brushed over my navel, which sent all kinds of sensations zapping through me.
We got her the rest of the way out of her jeans. My skin wanted to feel hers, and I pulled her closer. Sensation raced up my spine then back down, making my lower back ache. My mouth found hers again in a long, heated kiss of sliding tongues. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and slowly released it. Her eyes opened and met mine, and the room seemed to be filled with static electricity.
“I want to leave this on you,” I said. “Even though I want my hands all over every inch of that pretty skin. First let me see the back.” I gently turned her, and she stretched out facedown on the bed.
Enthralled, I drew a hand down her back, along the groove of her spine, down the center, my fingertips lingering on the tiny gold circle that held the strips of her thong together at the base of her spine. Her cheeks were completely bare, and they were perfect—round and taut. I smoothed my hands over them, gave them a firm squeeze, and my dick throbbed even more, imagining sliding between that firm flesh, and then lower…between her thighs. I bent over and kissed her there, slow soft kisses with tongue across the smooth curves, then lower down the backs of her thighs. “Your legs are amazing.”
She shivered and moaned, and that made me smile.
“Roll over, baby.”
She did so, lifting her arms up over her head, bending her knees.
“My God, you are fucking beautiful.”
She bit her lip, her eyelashes lowering.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my own jeans, shoving them down, leaving on my boxer briefs, which were stretched with my boner that was trying to set a new world record. Her eyes followed my movements, her lips parting as she watched. I liked it. I flexed my abs and my biceps as I undressed and then climbed back onto the bed. I nudged her knees apart and knelt between them, planting my fists into the bed near her shoulders as I bent down to kiss her.
Our mouths opened to each other, both of us panting. My heart thudded like I’d just played a full twenty minutes with no line change. Then I shifted lower, kissing my way down the center of her chest, over the sensational cleavage. I tugged the fragile fabric down—not far, the bra was so low cut—watching her face to make sure she was okay with this, and exposed a nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath. Damn.
Heat pooled in my groin, electricity pouring into my body. I touched my tongue to the taut peak, licked over it then drew it into my mouth with a firm pull. Olivia gasped and arched. Oh yeah. I fucking loved that. I played there awhile, loving the feel of her nipple on my tongue and lips, then moved to her other tit and pulled that cup down too. “So sweet,” I whispered, then sucked that nipple.
She whimpered, and her hands lifted to my sides, holding onto my ribs as she undulated beneath me, her hips moving in a needy rhythm that I recognized. I lifted my head. “Are you aching?” I moved again, lower, kissing her stomach, her innie belly button, her lower belly. “Are you aching here?” And I cupped her pussy.
“Yes.” She blew out a breath. “Oh God, yes.”
I kissed the sheer fabric over her mound, watching her face, her lust-hazed eyes, her wet lips. Her scent was drugging, subtle spice, the most tantalizing thing I’d ever breathed in. My mouth watered with the need to taste her. My tongue wanted to feel her, explore her.
I wanted to rip these tiny panties off her, but I had a feeling they probably cost a hundred bucks. I could afford to replace them, but they were too pretty to waste. So I hooked my fingers into the strips and slowly lowered them. “Okay?” I whispered.
“Yes. Please. Oh God.”
She pushed up to sit, arms straight behind her as she lifted her hips so I could slide off her panties, and when they were gone she moved onto her knees and reached toward me, rubbing her hand over my dick, straining at the fabric of my shorts. “Mmm.”
“Hang on, sweetheart.”
She pouted as I moved away, leaning over to grab a box from the drawer of my bedside table. Then she smirked. “Magnum?”
“You know it. Bigger for extra comfort.”
Her tongue slid over her bottom lip, and my blood sizzled.
She scooted back on the bed, reclining again, head on a pillow, her gold hair spread out all over it. “Okay, then. Impress me.”
I laughed. “Hussy.” I shoved down my briefs.
Her eyes widened. “Show-off.”
“Flirt.”
“Stud.”
“Yeah, but I’m cute. You said so yourself.”
We both started laughing, and I almost couldn’t get the condom on. Jesus.
I moved back over her and our smiling mouths met again, but the smiles disappeared right away as heat exploded. Our lips slid, tongues licked for long, scorching moments, her hands moving all over me, setting me on fire. Once again, I kissed my way down her abdomen, this time to her naked pussy. I eased her thighs wider with my palms and feasted my eyes on her beauty there—smooth and pink, perfect plump lips. “So pretty.”
I brushed my fingertips over the softest skin. She trembled. I bent my head to kiss her there, taking my time despite the boiling in my blood, despite my swollen, aching cock. I pressed a series of closed-mouth kisses over her, then slowly licked her. She let out a soft moan. Gently, I slid my tongue over supple flesh, gliding it wetly up and down, then parting her with my thumbs. She glistened, and I swallowed my awe. “Olivia. Gorgeous. I want to taste you here.”
“Yes.” One of her hands landed on my head, fingers spearing into my hair.
My tongue slipped deeper, licking and lapping up her sweet juices, and my head started spinning. “Fucking perfect,” I muttered, before diving in again. Her thighs tensed, her belly quivered, and her fingers tightened in my hair. I found her clit and she cried out.
“Mmm.”
I thrust a finger inside her, and her tight wetness nearly made me lose it. Christ, I wanted to be inside her with a desperate, impatient need, but I held off, my body pulsing. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit, and she gripped my hair tighter, hips lifting.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, right there…” Her word turned into a near sob, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her soft scream made me feel like a god as her clit swelled against my tongue and her pussy walls clenched around my finger.
I finished her off with some slow, gentle licks, then crawled back up over her. I wiped the back of my hand across my wet mouth before I kissed her, and she eagerly kissed me back, reaching for me to wrap her arms around me.
Burying my face in the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, I shoved a hand down between us to find my dick and nudge her entrance. She pulled her knees back and I eased inside. The squeezing heat had my balls pulling up tight as stones, and I dragged a long breath in through my nose, fighting for control.
“Oh man,” I gasped. “You’ve got me harder than a choirboy in a porn shop.”
She snort-laughed, still out of
breath. “Oh my God.”
I moved inside her, rolling my hips, in and out. Excitement pounded in my veins, my balls tight at the base of my cock. The backs of my thighs tingled, icy needles prickling up my spine as pressure swelled and roared in my ears, hurtling me into darkness. I groaned and then shouted as pleasure slammed into me; my entire body seized with ecstasy as I came and came and came inside her.
“Christ. Jesus Christ.” I panted against her soft skin. “I just blew my brains out.”
“I hope that wasn’t your brains.”
I choked. “Smart ass.” I pushed up and smoothed her hair off her forehead, gazing down at her face. We smiled at each other.
Regretfully, I eased out of her body, taking care with the condom. I got rid of it in the bathroom then returned to find her under the covers. Perfect. I slid in next to her and pulled her into my arms. We rested for a while, not talking, just drifting, touching, nuzzling.
After a while I lifted my head and said, “Sorry, but I have to go take Magnum out.” I kissed her shoulder and rolled away.
“Oh. Okay. I’ll get going.”
I paused. “Do you have to?”
She eyed me with slumberous yet cautious eyes. “I guess not.”
“I have to be at the arena by ten. So we can’t spend all day in bed, much as I’d like to.” I leaned back to brush a kiss over her mouth. “But I’d like it if you stayed the night.”
“Okay.”
“Be back soon.” I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie from one of my closets and strode down the hall to get Magnum. “Hey, buddy. Sorry to put you in jail. Wanna go outside? Huh?”
His tail waved back and forth, his mouth open in a happy grin. He almost always looked happy. I loved that about him. I bent and gave him a hug and some rubs, then we went to the door where I grabbed his leash and a jacket.
Outside, we strolled down the dark street past the now-closed coffee shop, blow-dry bar and other neighborhood businesses, to the park nearby where there was a dog run. Magnum lifted his leg on a shrub, then took a crap which I dutifully picked up in a bag and disposed of. The joys of owning a pet.
It was worth it though.
How could Olivia be afraid of Magnum? He was a gentle, loving soul who liked everyone. He even had a girlfriend, a beagle we saw in the park sometimes. She was cute.
I guess it didn’t matter, since Olivia wasn’t going to be around that long. Two months was all I had to do to win the bet, and we were already three weeks in. No problem.
It made me kind of sad though, because Magnum was a pretty special dude who deserved to be loved by everyone. And Olivia would be missing out on that if she didn’t want to be around him.
“Okay, Magnum, let’s go back. I’ve got a hot chick waiting for me in my bed.”
He obediently trotted along beside me, pausing here and there for sniffs, but I kept them brief because Olivia was waiting for me, warm and naked.
Chapter 12
Olivia
I was asleep when Cam got back, but I woke up as he slid in next to me, smelling like fresh night air. I turned into his arms sleepily, soaking up the heat of his big body, wanting to burrow in against him forever. He pulled me close with a hand on my butt, and he was already half hard.
“How was Magnum?” I murmured.
“Good. He peed and pooped.”
I smiled. “Glad to hear it.”
His hand curved over my butt cheek and squeezed, then skated up my back. His other hand came to my chin and lifted it so he could find my mouth with his. God. This man could kiss. I twined my legs through his, moving closer, drawing myself against him as our mouths devoured each other. I didn’t think I could ever get too much of kissing him.
We were both getting hot again, or hot and bonered as Cam put it, his erection between my legs. I rolled my hips so his cock slid back and forth between my thighs, getting slick from my arousal. He groaned into my mouth, his hand tangled in my hair. “Oh yeah.”
We rocked together like that, tension building inside me. Desire slid up and down my spine, and my pussy ached with need. His cock dragged over my clit, sensation building with each stroke, bringing me closer…“I’m gonna come,” I whispered.
“Need a condom.”
I didn’t want to stop, that buzzing tension so delicious, but he was fast, me on my back, him between my legs in a flash, penetrating me with his thick cock. Air whooshed out of my lungs as he filled me. He might be conceited about his assets, but he had reason to be, and I was loving it.
I loved the feel of him inside me, against me, on me. His skin slid against mine, his breath teased the skin in front of my ear, his scent surrounded us, so scrumptious I wanted to breathe him in forever. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder and lifted against him, trying to tease back the hum of orgasm that had been building. There it was…lovely…tightening…growing. I cried out as I came, my fingers digging into his back, my body tensing, squeezing, pleasure flashing through me.
“Fuck yeah.” Up on his elbows he looked down at my face, studying me, pumping against me, drawing out the ecstasy. “Fucking beautiful.”
I closed my eyes because it was so intense, so intimate, and he made low, guttural noises in his throat as he moved faster, harder, driving so deep another sharp peak of bliss detonated inside me, sudden and surprising. Cam’s body went still, pressing through his orgasm, pulsing inside me, his face twisting with tension. Then he buried his face in the side of my neck, his chest heaving, his respiration rapid.
I was transported somewhere soft and shimmering and lovely. I floated and reveled in the sensuality of it all, not thinking, just feeling, and I felt sooooo good.
He slowly moved in and out of me in a few last, languid strokes. Eventually we rolled apart and with a deep sigh, Cam headed to the bathroom again.
“You better get some sleep,” I said, when he returned.
“Yeah. Big game tomorrow night.”
“Why is it a big game?”
“We’re playing against Los Angeles. If we want home ice advantage in the playoffs, we need to win.”
“I’m not sure what that means.”
He smoothed a hand down my hair, stroking it back off my shoulder, and my scalp tingled. “The team that places higher in the standings starts the series at home. Not only is it good because we’re in our own building and we have our fans cheering us on, but the home team gets the last change.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t know what that means either.” I thought I was a hockey fan, but there was more to this game than I knew.
“It means our coach gets to decide what players he puts out before a face-off. So, like, he knows if a skilled offensive player is on the ice, he wants to put out Benny and Rosser—they’re our top defensive pairing—to try to contain him. And in face-offs, the center from the visiting team has to put his stick on the ice first, which is a small advantage for the home team.”
“Really?”
He smiled. “You don’t believe me?”
“No, I do! I just…didn’t realize how complicated it was.”
“We’re not just skating around slamming each other into the boards.”
I chuckled. “If you say so.”
“You need to come to a game.”
“I’ve been to games.”
“So you’ve seen me play?”
“I guess I have, but I didn’t know you.”
“I’ll get you tickets. Tomorrow night?”
“Um. Okay.” I could see if Paisley would come. Or Noah. He liked hockey. Also I was intrigued by the idea of watching Cam play. Seeing him in his element.
“Good.” He kissed my temple, and I snuggled in even more, closing my eyes.
Damn. This was nice.
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I jerked awake when music started playing. I blinked into the dim room, not sure what that was—or where the hell I was…
Oh right. I was in Cam’s bed. With Cam. Big, hot, muscled Cam.
Holy mother of Jesus.
Wow, I’d really slept as memories from last night flooded back. And I got kind of warm and wet all over again, thinking about Cam’s hands and mouth on me everywhere, him inside me, several orgasms…“Hoooo.”
“What?” His voice behind me startled me. I didn’t realize I’d blown out a breath so loudly.
“Time to get up, I guess.”
“Yeah.” He pulled my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck. “Unfortunately.”
I reached around and smacked his ass. “You have to get to work.”
He laughed. “I do. And I have to take Magnum out.”
“Dogs are a lot of work.”
“Nah. It’s fun. I’ll be quick. Help yourself to breakfast. Whatever you want.”
We rolled out of bed and dressed. I watched him surreptitiously, but he noticed and smirked as he pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt over his head. “Go ahead, ogle me,” he said. “As long as I get to do the same.”
I wasn’t nearly as ogle-worthy as he was, but it made my chest warm when he said that. I didn’t have a ton of body confidence, but with his admiring gaze on me as I dressed, I felt…beautiful. Desirable.
I smiled at Magnum’s enthusiastic greeting for Cam when he let him out of his kennel, and when Magnum pranced up to me to dance around, I barely even flinched.
Magnum danced more with excitement when Cam showed him his leash, and then they disappeared out the door. I wandered into the kitchen to explore, not sure what I was going to find. I tried to avoid carby things like bread and cereal, and to my delight I found a package of peeled hardboiled eggs and containers of Greek yogurt in the fridge. I opened a yogurt and found a spoon.
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