“All day,” he whispered.
His breath tickled her mouth, and she lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips to his, refusing to wait for him to do it. His hands landed on her waist and circled behind her to clasp at the small of her back, holding her in place. She slipped her tongue between his lips to play with his, and he sucked it lightly before surrendering to her plunder.
Cameron let her take the lead at first. His hands slid up her body, running up her sides, touching her breast only briefly before cupping her cheeks in his hands and taking control. He sucked her full, succulent bottom lip into his mouth, and her eyes popped open to look at him. He let it go and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue dance in her mouth, tasting her, and hoping to taste another, more private part of her.
She sighed into his mouth, and he accepted the breath into his soul. Cameron’s heart lurched, and the fact that this woman was more than a conquest, more than a girlfriend; she was a soulmate. His body jerked with surprised, but his mind, his heart was made up. This woman would be his, even if she didn’t know it yet. He whispered her name, and her sigh filled him again. He sucked it in greedily.
*****
Willow had felt his eyes on her as she moved about, and the arousal that caused had surprised her. When he told her he couldn’t stop thinking about her, a decision switch flipped in her head: she’d be taking him home tonight, if he wanted to go. She was ninety-five percent sure he’d say yes.
She sighed into the kiss. The man kissed like a professional, whatever that was. Her panties were soaked, and they’d kissed for barely thirty seconds. Cameron didn’t move his hands from her face, kissing her as if she were the daintiest thing he’d ever touched. As if he never wanted to stop kissing her. Beneath that gentleness, though, she could feel the beast he would be in bed, and she wanted to meet that side of him.
While they kissed, she debated with herself: should she take him home? She never took men home after knowing them such a short time because it wasn’t safe. However, she hadn’t had a lover in quite some time and could use a good fucking.
She certainly wanted to take him home, and the longer they kissed, the harder it was for her to refrain from asking him. Bogey’s warning had disappeared from her mind. All she could think about was Cameron.
Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, slid up until they touched the waistband of his shorts. She felt his stomach clench and unclench at her touch, so she ran her fingers up until she laid her palms on his chest. He groaned, and she matched his tone with a quiet moan of her own. Their lips stayed connected as he moved his hands to her waist again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his hardened cock.
“Damn, Willow,” he growled as she lowered her lips and trailed fiery kisses along his jawline. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I know,” she whispered into his ear before she sucked an earlobe into her mouth. His hum of pleasure vibrated against her chest, which was pressed against his naked one, and she wanted him. “Want to go home with me after I get off?”
She sensed his surprise before he took her shoulders in his hands and nudged her back until they could look into each other’s eyes. Willow’s stomach filled with the butterfly nerves. Cameron might not want to go home with her so soon after meeting. She knew nothing about him and with some disappointment in herself and her rash decision, realized she hadn’t looked for a wedding band, nor had she asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she stepped out of the cage he’d made with his legs and arms. “I shouldn’t have said that. Caught up in the moment and all that.”
Cameron jumped off the table. “No, Willow. My answer is one hundred percent yes. I was just surprised you asked.”
Willow eyed him, grabbed his left hand, and looked closely at his ring finger. “Not married, or you hide it well.”
Laughing, he said, “Wow, sucks that you feel like you have to do that.”
“Girl’s gotta protect herself,” she responded with a shrug. “So, if the answer is yes, why aren’t we still kissing?”
“How long ‘til you can close the parlor?” he asked as he scooted closer and put his hands on her hips. Before she could answer, he had pulled her to him so his erection was pressed into her belly.
Willow glanced at the clock, sneaking a hand down to caress his cock through his pants, causing his head to fall back. With a smile, she said, “Not for another two hours. We spent too much time eating, damn it. Can you wait that long?”
“I don’t know. Would your boss get angry if you just had to close early? You know, because the pizza I brought made you sick,” he supplied, smirking at her.
“Um, no.” She giggled. “But if you can wait, believe me, I’m worth it.”
“I have no doubt that’s true. Can I hang out with you here until then?”
“I thought I was working on your tattoo?”
“If you touch me, I’m going to come all over the place.” His shockingly inappropriate comment jerked a laugh so loud out of her it was a guffaw. She put her hand over her mouth, and he watched the light in her eyes brighten. “You are beautiful.”
She sobered, smiled, and said, “Thank you.” She let her head fall back and parted her lips in the universal kiss me, you fool sign.
Cameron leaned down from his six foot height and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss deepened at a rapid pace until they were breathless and more aroused than before. Willow wound her hand in his hair, which was short but soft. She held him to her as her tongue probed his mouth, and she ground her hips against his so she could feel his erection. She knew she was driving him mad, but she wanted his arousal to remain at peak level until she could get him home, and get him home she would.
He took the lead. With one hand, he grabbed the hem of her tank top and slid his hand up her bare skin, lightly, eliciting goose bumps all over her body. As his hand got closer and closer to her breast, she wished she had foregone a bra so he could touch her, stroke her. When his hand slipped easily under the bra and he pinched her nipple, she growled and nipped his lip with her teeth.
She raised her arms above her head, completely forgetting she was at work. She wanted those lips on her nipple. He bent at the waist, and as he lifted her shirt, his lips followed one hand. He stuck his tongue in her bellybutton, and he licked a trail up her center towards the valley of her breasts. Just before he reached his goal, the bell on the front door tinkled.
Willow jerked away from him and pulled her shirt down. Her eyes were wide, but she giggled, putting her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God.”
Cameron’s expression mirrored hers. “I guess we got a little carried away.”
“Do I look okay?”
“You look like you want a good fucking, which I plan to give you later,” he told her. She stared at him, giggled, and hurried to the front counter.
“Hi, Willow,” the suburban mom called.
“Hi!” Willow answered, her stomach clenching a little. Although the woman sounded happy, she feared she’d changed her mind about the tattoo. Or had an infection. “Everything okay with your tattoo?”
“Oh, yes! My kids loved it, and my husband could barely keep his pants on.” She laughed giddily.
“I’m so glad you like it!” Willow enthused, glancing at the woman next to her.
“This is my sister,” she introduced.
“I saw her tattoo and had to get a matching one!”
“Oh, that’s fantastic!” Willow exclaimed. “What fun. Do you want the exact same one? Different initials, I’m assuming, but otherwise?”
“Yes, the exact same with M and T for the initials,” the sister said, grinning from ear to ear.
Cameron stepped out where they could see him, pulling on his shirt as he did so. Both women saw him over Willow’s shoulders, and their eyes widened in surprise and awe. Willow glanced behind her, and Cameron gave her a grin that told her he intentionally walked out half naked. She smirked at him and turned back.
“I’ll be back i
n a little while, Willow,” Cameron said. He winked at the two women, who smiled like teenagers at him. “This chick right here has the most talent I’ve seen in a tattoo artist.”
“Did she do the one on your side?” the suburban mom asked, turning bright red when he lifted his shirt again.
“No, but she’s doing a matching one on my back,” he explained as he side-stepped closer to the ladies so they could see it.
“He’s getting the new tattoo on his back,” Willow explained to the women. “I had to measure his shoulders for scale.”
Cameron handed the sister the sketchbook after flipping it to the page. “What do you think? Think it’ll match?”
“Wow,” the sister breathed and looked up at Willow. “That’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Can you really put that on his back and make it look that good?” the suburban mom asked.
Willow opened her mouth to reply that she was certainly going to try, but Cameron spoke first. “Of course she can. She’s a first class artist.”
“Cameron, weren’t you going to run an errand and come back,” Willow hinted, making a face at him.
Cameron chuckled and looked at the pair of sisters. “She’s always trying to get rid of me. Jealousy, I think.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Oh good Lord,” she huffed. “He loves himself a lot. I mean a lot.”
Cameron walked out of the back and took one hand of each sister, kissing both. He glanced down at the suburban mom’s tattoo. “Yours is perfect.”
“Oh,” she replied, blushing redder than any ink in the tattoo. “Um, thank you. Willow did it.”
“She’s talented,” he replied with a wink. “I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.”
Willow waved, closing her eyes for a second to control her laughter. “Bye, Cameron.” He blew her a kiss and was out the door. “You ready to get in the chair? I still have the sketch from your sister’s, so I’m ready when you are.”
“Let’s do this!” the sister said.
“Same colors?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t think about that,” the sister replied uncertainly. “What do you think?”
“The same colors would be so cool,” the suburban mom told her, and she nodded her agreement.
“Same colors, then.” She walked to the chair while Willow gathered her supplies. “So, is he your boyfriend?”
Willow shook her head. “No. He’s just a flirt who can’t help himself. I met him yesterday.”
“Really?” the suburban mom asked. “That’s surprising. The two of you chat together as if you’ve known him for years.”
“Huh. Weird.” Willow’s mind wandered as she worked on the letters quickly to make sure they looked right. The rapport she’d built with Cameron was easy and fun, and after only knowing him for a couple of days, spending less than two hours total with him, he had wormed his way into her mind. She’d thought about him constantly, and when he’d left, she had wished he hadn’t.
Damn. I think I want to date him, not just fuck him.
Chapter 5
Cameron frowned as he sat in his car waiting for the coffees he’d ordered for himself and for Willow. Preparation for the long night ahead, he thought gleefully as he pulled up, still three cars back from the window. But the frown quickly returned. Rather than staying with Willow, he should have made an excuse and left. Following Bogey would have helped him finish this job more quickly. The man had said he was meeting a friend, and Cameron would bet his hefty Swiss bank account he was meeting with whoever supplied the drugs he was sure Bogey sold. Making out with Willow, though so amazing he could barely breathe, had been a bad idea. Even if she had no involvement in the illegal activities the Bureau believed Bogey played a role in, starting a relationship with his close, personal friend and assistant was definitely a conflict of interest.
But the woman was irresistible. Watching her as she prepared to apply his tattoo, watching her with the two women, hell, watching her walk around the room, had enticed him until his hands refused to behave themselves. Her skin was like satin, so soft under his fingers, and her reaction to him had been so arousing he would have fucked her on the tattoo table had they not been interrupted.
He imagined her breasts, large and perfect to touch, would be more beautiful than any he’d seen, and those legs incased in tight jeans would look amazing naked and wrapped around his waist while his hands held her ample ass, squeezing until she squeaked. Her pussy would clench around his cock as he thrust into her again and again, until the two of them screamed in unison with pleasure.
A horn honked behind him, and he realized both cars had left the drive-thru while he was lost in his erotic daydream that he hoped would come true later that night. As he pulled forward, he dismissed the idea that having sex with her would compromise his ability to investigate Bogey. He’d just have to be careful.
“Hello, sir,” the cashier greeted him with a smile. “Two iced mochas?”
“Yes, and can you add the total of the car behind me to mine?”
“Really?” she asked, her eyebrows up in surprise.
“Yes. I was lost in thought and he had to honk at me to get me going. I owe him.” He smirked. He shifted in his seat and adjusted his pants stealthily, hoping the girl wouldn’t notice the outrageous erection he had, thanks to his dirty thoughts.
“That’s so nice,” the cashier squealed, her smile brightening as if she weren’t used to seeing a person commit an act of kindness.
“Well, I shouldn’t have made him wait. We all need our coffee,” he said with a laugh as he handed her his card and a five dollar cash tip.
“Tips aren’t necessary, sir,” the pretty cashier said, batting her eyelashes at him.
“You’ve been very helpful.” Cameron winked and accepted his card back from her. She handed the coffees to him. “Thank you, and tell the guy behind me to have a good day from me.”
“His day just got better, thanks to you,” she quipped as he drove off.
The coffee shop was only a few miles from the tattoo parlor, so he was there quickly. He climbed out of his car and headed for the door just as the two suburban housewives were walking out. With the coffees balanced, one on top of the other, in one hand, he opened the door for them. Their laughter erupted out of them when they saw him.
“Well, hello again!” the suburban mom hailed. “Check out my sister’s new tattoo!” Her sister put her foot out and wiggled it around, giggling.
“Fantastic! Why don’t you both show them off?” he said, looking from one to the other. They laughed simultaneously and held their feet up. The tattoos were perfect, matching as if they were one and the same. He whistled and said, “Man, that Willow is a hell of an artist. Those look perfect.”
“They are perfect,” the sister said, giddy with excitement. She looked at her sister. “Come on, sis. I want to get home and show my babies.”
“Have fun,” Cameron wished them as they scooted past him. The balanced coffees teetered as he stepped inside, and he managed to grab the top one before it fell and spilled. He looked around for Willow but didn’t see her, though he heard some tinkering behind the counter. “Willow?”
She walked into view with a smile on her face and her keys in her hand. “I hope you’re ready to go.” She walked to him, grabbed a coffee from his hand, wrapped the other hand around his neck, and pulled him to her for a kiss. After a heated exchange in which his cock hardened to an almost painful level, she pulled back and winked at him. “Thanks for the coffee. Want to follow me to my place?”
Cameron hadn’t spoken because he was so shocked by her greeting. His words were still lost in his mind when she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door. She turned and was locking it before he finally found his voice. “Um, you’re welcome. And hell yes, I’ll follow you to your place.”
She glanced over her shoulder as she rattled the door. “Something wrong?” She turned to face him before he could answer. “If you’ve cha
nged your mind, you better tell me now. I can go home and use my vibrator if it comes down to it.”
He choked on his own spit, cleared his throat, threw his head back, and laughed so loudly it echoed off the building and across the parking lot. Her sense of humor, her complete and total honesty, enthralled him, and his heart beat a little faster when he was around her.
“Willow, you are stealing my heart right out of my chest,” he told her, and though he was serious, she laughed almost as loudly as he had.
“I think you’re just a pervert and have found someone just like you,” she replied with a smirk as she ran her hand down his chest. Just before she reached his beltline, she pushed him away with a giggle. “Come on, hot stuff. I’m horny and want to get you home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned and allowed himself to be pulled toward his car, which he’d parked next to what he’d correctly assumed was hers. He hoped he didn’t shove her car from behind with his to make her go faster.
*****
Willow was so grateful with the cackling sister finally left. Her insides ached for Cameron, and as soon as he returned, she locked up and rushed him to his car. With a quick peck, she hurried around to the driver’s side and climbed in, promising him she’d go slowly enough for him to keep up.
“Text me your address, just in case,” he called from his car.
She waved and plopped down in the driver’s seat to text him her address. She lived close by, less than fifteen minutes, so the man shouldn’t get lost. And if his erection were any indication, he’d be in a bigger hurry to get to her apartment than she was. She giggled at her forward behavior. Usually, she let a man make the move and only flirted, but something about Cameron aroused in her a need to have him immediately. If he’d changed his mind, she probably wouldn’t have bothered with the vibrator. Wouldn’t have been enough, would have fueled the flame only Cameron could douse.
Oh my God, I sound like a character in a romance novel, she thought with a derisive snort. But I can’t help it, dammit.
The man had enraptured her in the space of a few hours, so much so that she had practically attacked him in the back room of the parlor. And wasn’t the least bit ashamed of her behavior. As she imagined his naked torso, muscular and tatted, her foot pressed down on the gas pedal for just a little more speed as she turned onto the street where she lived. She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw his headlights so close she wondered he didn’t hit her bumper.
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