Breaking our kiss, Camille whimpered in protest. It was the hottest noise I had ever heard and I was desperate to hear what other noises I could evoke from her.
“Get in the car.”
Her eyes flew open at my demand. “What?”
“You heard me,” I growled. “Get in the fucking car.”
Anger roared to life again as she slammed her hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are?”
My mouth tipped to her ear as I whispered, “I’m the man who is going to fuck you senseless until you can’t walk.” She sucked in a breath and I grinned, pleased at the effect my words had on her. “One night, Camille. I’m only asking one night to indulge in the fantasies I have of you when my hand wraps around my cock, seeking release.”
“There is a list of reasons that is a bad idea.”
“Fuck the list, fuck reason, fuck the contract, fuck everything and anything besides me between your legs.”
Her tongue licked her bottom lip as desire clouded her gaze. “Then you would be proven right.”
“About what?”
“About the fact there is nothing between us but lust.”
I flinched at the lie I had spoken seconds ago as a last ditch effort to rid her from my life. That invisible thread though pulled me back to her. It was foolish of me to think the outcome would be any different. Just like it’s foolish of me to think I only needed one night. Camille made me want to harness the sun and keep it in a jar so that even on the gloomiest of days, beams of light would shine. Since actions spoke louder than words, my lips found hers again. The salty taste of her tears hit my tongue. Separating, I cradled her face in my hands and peered into her evergreen eyes.
She uttered a shuddering breath. “All right.”
“You sure?”
“If I can only have you for one night, I’ll take it over nothing.”
At Camille’s proclamation, I placed another kiss to the corner of her right then left eyelids. She was braver than a knight, jumping in with both feet, knowing full well the landing would be paved with jagged spikes. Taking her hand, I led her to the car. We got inside and with jumping nerves I started the engine.
“Where to?” she asked.
We couldn’t go back to my parents’ house. I wanted to lavish Camille until the wee hours of the morning and having my mom and dad on the other side of the wall would put a damper on things. The Courtyard was the nicest hotel in Poughkeepsie. Although it wasn’t a four-star and lacked any semblance of romance, it was our only option..
“A hotel about a ten-minute drive from here,” I said.
“Okay.”
Camille turned her attention to outside the window. Although a mere armrest separated us, she seemed a million miles away.
The hotel lobby was as sterile as a hospital. We stood at the reception desk and I checked us into the penthouse suite.
“Have a nice stay,” the perky brunette spouted as I grabbed the key from her.
“Thanks.”
Interweaving my fingers through Camille’s, we walked to the elevators. As we waited, I checked her out from the corner of my eye. The distance I felt in the car still lingered. Tonight wouldn’t be mournful or done out of obligation. Spinning her so that she faced me, I lowered my head and kissed her breathless.
“No regrets?” I asked, my mouth inches from hers.
“No regrets,” she repeated.
Arriving at the top floor, we stepped out onto paisley patterned carpet. The beige colored walls were decorated with framed historical monuments of New York. I slid the key card into the electronic reader, and the door unlocked. The uninspired decor in the hallway matched the bedroom. Nonetheless, it had a king-sized bed, which at the end of the day, was all that mattered. Dropping her purse onto the lounge chair, she kicked off her shoes.
“Every year on my birthday till I was thirteen, my mom used to check us into a hotel in Seattle for a staycation of sorts. We would order room service, watch TV, and shop till we dropped. It was my favorite tradition,” Camille said fondly.
“Why till you were only thirteen?”
Glancing over at me, she smiled. “Teenage angst. I wanted to have a birthday party so I could invite the hottest guys in my class. They didn’t usually come though.”
“I would have.”
“I don’t know about that. I had a mouth full of metal.”
Crossing the room, I snatched her up into my arms. “Braces are hot.”
She lifted her chin to look into my eyes. Our height difference made me feel like a giant but I loved it. Camille pressed her hands against my chest and grinned, causing a fluttering sensation in my chest.
“I was also part of the math team,” she drawled. “Ranked number one in the state.”
“Mmmm.” My nose nuzzled her neck and I drank in her smell of lilacs and cinnamon. “Tell me more.”
“I used to read textbooks for fun.”
My head jerked up as I looked at her sideways. “Seriously?”
“Yea. It used to calm me.”
“You were one strange child, Camille Barker.”
At the use of her full name, her pupils darkened. “I like it when you call me by my full name,” she said softly.
“What else do you like?”
Biting her bottom lip, she remained silent, suddenly reserved. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and chuckled.
“Don’t go mute on me now.”
“It’s just…” she started then stopped, then started again. “I don’t know what I like. There haven’t been many men in my romantic history.”
“Like what? One or two?”
That smile of hers came back in full force. “I’m not that inexperienced. There have been five, but they weren’t anything to write home about. Then again, it wasn’t as if I was either.”
“Hey, don’t you dare knock yourself down a peg.”
Shrugging, she tried to hide her insecurity behind a mask of nonchalance, but I wasn’t buying it. “I like sex a certain way. In the dark and with the man on top. It doesn’t leave much room for creativity.”
“So you do know what you like.”
She shrugged out of my arms. My body felt cold, almost empty, without her nearness.
Her eyes hardened as her mouth thinned into a straight line. “It’s not what I like. It’s what I’m comfortable with.”
Camille’s proclamation nearly slayed me. Folding her arms, she turned her back to me and faced the window. “There is a wall I put up with people. Not many have broken it down, except Marlene and Luke, and you,” she added in a hushed whisper.
“Look at me,” I demanded. When she hesitated, my voice became more forceful. “Look at me, Camille.”
Finally, she abided my order. The vulnerability in her expression clutched at my heart. I wanted to prove to her sex didn’t have to be boring and predictable. Especially if you cared more about their pleasure than your own.
No man has seduced half the outrage, the heartbreak, the vengeance, and the passion out of me quite like Matthew has. I hadn’t planned on hurling the bottle, but I had an out of body experience and watched as my hand curled around it. Then as quick as lightning, my arm wound back and BAM! Glass shards exploded, missing Matthew by an inch. He whirled around, furious, and as I later found out, turned on, when he smashed his lips against mine, reclaiming the piece of trash he’d thrown out seconds before. I resisted at first, which was laughable because the way Matthew kissed made you forget. So it wasn’t a surprise when I found my arms around his neck, submitting to his embrace. And now in a hotel room where the plan was to have sex. Since we’d arrived though, all we had been doing was talking -- with our clothes on. He didn’t seem in any hurry to change that.
“I don’t care if we fuck upside down, sideways, or on all fours,” Matthew growled. “What I care about is burying myself deep inside you until you see stars, then slowly, pulling out and only when you beg, plunging back into your tight pussy, stealing the air from your lungs.”
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br /> Holy mother of Jesus. I guess the talking part had ceased.
My throat became dry as the desert. Matthew looked at me like I was the last meal on earth and he wanted to devour me.
Mustering up my courage, I grinned wickedly. “Why are we…?”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Matthew had lifted me off my feet and thrown me onto the bed. I landed flat on my back and propped myself up on my elbows. Matthew slid off his shoes then as his hands went to his shirt buttons, my murmur of displeasure made him pause.
As he glanced my way, I spoke. “I want to undress you.”
A spark of desire flamed to life in his gaze, searing me with its intensity. Matthew crawled on top of me and I looked up at him, mesmerized. My fingers went to his shirt buttons while nerves danced in my stomach.
“I have a PhD in undressing,” I murmured then realizing how wrong that sounded caused my cheeks to heat. “I mean, it’s not like I have done this a lot, I just mean…”
Matthew’s eyes smiled. “I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about. When you’re like this, pinned underneath me, looking as beautiful as a rose in bloom, my brain becomes scrambled.”
He was a poet, a master of words, and my body longed to see what else he was a master of. I undid his shirt buttons while our eyes remained locked. The air in the room stilled as my fingers got to the last one below his collarbone. My lungs seized when his dress shirt fell open and uncovered his tan, muscular upper torso. It was a sight of pure brilliance like the statue of David or….
Matthew leaned down and captured my lips with his. Sighing, I ran my hands up his arms to his broad shoulders and pushed his shirt completely off.
“Now it’s your turn,” Matthew murmured against my mouth.
Shivering with anticipation, I arched my back as he reached around to unzip the skintight dress. In my haze though, I forgot the zipper was on the side. Matthew’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s on the side.” Taking his hand, I placed it on my upper rib cage. “Right there.”
Once I was free, he placed hot kisses against my now exposed skin. When he got to my hip, his tongue traced the small tattoo of a feather that I had gotten inked on my eighteenth birthday.
“What does it stand for?” he asked as glanced at me from underneath his lashes.
“Nothing. I was drunk.”
His infectious laughter caused a giggle to escape. Matthew righted himself and loomed above me with a smile tinted with wonder. The past two and a half weeks, I’d come to recognize each one was unique and held special meaning. His eyes weren’t the window to his soul; his smiles were.
“You will never stop being full of surprises,” he said.
“I hope not. I like keeping people on their toes.”
With that said, I slipped my arms out of the dress and rolled it to my waist, thanking my lucky stars I’d worn the only black lacy bra I owned. Matthew’s gaze ignited like an inferno.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
Cupping my breast in his hands, his thumbs brushed my covered nipples. They came to attention at this touch. A half moan, half whimper escaped from my throat. Matthew dragged the dress to my ankles where I kicked it onto the floor. Desperation became the name of the game as I hurriedly unbuckled Matthew’s belt. He rolled me on top of him and I wrenched his pants free. As I straddled his thighs, Matthew’s hands interwove into my hair and tugged my head toward him. Our lips crashed together in a frenzy. He tasted like desire, and as our tongues tangled, my hips slid over his hardness repeatedly until my panties were drenched with need.
Matthew’s fingers dug into my side and held me still. I whimpered in protest. “Baby,” he said roughly. “I’m going to cream in my pants like a high school boy if you keep rubbing on me.”
“I don’t care.”
“I care.”
Before I could object, he unclasped my bra. A moan rose up from my chest as his skillful tongue flicked my right nipple then my left. My back arched into his mouth while he lavished my breasts with equal amounts of attention. I had heard about how women could orgasm from nipple play alone, but hadn’t believed it until now. My clit pulsed painfully. On the brink of release, Matthew ceased his delicious torture.
“Get up,” he ordered, without room for protest.
I climbed off of him, and swung my legs off the side of the bed. As I stood waiting for his next command, his gaze lazily caressed my half-naked body. My arms rose, impetuously to cover my stomach.
“Don’t,” Matthew said. “You are beautiful, Camille. So fucking beautiful.”
My arms fell to my sides as I bathed in his adoring stare. In the blink of an eye though, it turned controlling. Nerves mixed with anticipation traveled through my veins.
“Face the window and put your hands up against the glass. Wait for me there.”
“But anybody can see us.”
“Good, then everybody will know you’re mine.” When I didn’t budge, his eyes narrowed. “Go.”
My feet unglued themselves from the carpet. On trembling legs, I moved to the other side of the room where the sliding glass door was. I shivered as my bare breasts pressed against the cool windowpane. The bed rustled, alerting me to Matthew’s impending presence. The overhead lights clicked off and plunged the room into darkness. Slivers of moonlight danced across the floor.
“Spread your legs.”
I jumped at his voice that sounded inches from me. Matthew let out a growl as his feet nudged open my legs.
“Better,” he praised.
His hot breath tickled my ass cheeks and I shivered even though I was the furthest from cold possible. Matthew hooked his fingers on the sides of my panties. Discarding them, I felt more exposed than I ever had in my life. My head swiveled over my shoulder.
Matthew swatted the supple skin in warning. “Keep your eyes straight ahead, Camille.”
The way my name rolled off of his tongue sent a zap of lust straight to my clit. I ached, literally ached, for release. I squirmed as his hands roamed up the backs of my thighs, between them, and grazed the opening of my folds. Rocking into his touch, he granted my desire. I moaned as he plunged two fingers inside me, deep and without mercy.
“Matthew,” I gasped.
To prevent my knees from buckling, I leaned my weight against my hands and rested my forehead against the window. My eyes fluttered closed. A rainbow of color exploded in my peripheral vision when he added his mouth to the storm of pleasure building inside me. He swirled his tongue in a pattern that had me making sounds I didn’t know could come out of me. I stilled on a gasp and then shattered around his fingers so completely it felt like I had been dropped from heaven -- on my head. Matthew gathered my limp figure into his arms and transferred me back to the bed.
“I was going to fuck you against the window as well, but it seems like that isn’t possible anymore,” he grinned cockily.
“Proud of yourself?”
“You have no idea.” He pressed his lips to the hollow of my throat. “But the night is young and there are plenty of surfaces we haven’t tried out yet.”
“Mmm,” I replied, words failing me as exhaustion overcame me.
As Matthew revealed his impressive length, my weariness evaporated. A surge of renewed lust roared to life. I wasn’t sure if he would fit inside me, but I would die trying. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, my hand pumped forward.
Matthew groaned as his chin fell forward onto his chest. “Fuck, Camille.”
“Is that a promise?”
He pinned me to the wall with a searing stare that set my insides on fire. “Damn straight that’s a promise. I have been waiting since the moment I met you to fill your tight little pussy.”
I nibbled my bottom lip at his vulgarity. “I’m going to have to wash your mouth out with soap when the night is over.”
“You don’t like it when I talk dirty to you?”
“No, I love it.” My eyes locked onto his. “But I’m afraid after this,
nobody else will compare. You will have ruined all other men for me.”
My confession seduced a Cheshire cat-like smile to spread across his face. Awesome, I’d doubled the size of his already enormous ego, but it was the truth. There would be no coming back after this night between Matthew and I. He’d exposed me to a drug more addicting than heroin. Orgasms that brought you as close to nirvana as you could get. And that was with his mouth.
Matthew restrained my arms above my head as he left a trail of kisses. Starting at my lower stomach and ending at the underside of my breast, where he traced the sloped line with his tongue. “Do you want me to stop? Because I can.”
His hot breath raised goosebumps on my pale skin. Stopping was the last thing I wanted him to do. I wiggled in his hold and shook my head.
“Please don’t. I might die from a serious case of lady blue balls if you do.”
“Thank God,” he murmured. “Because I’m not even three-fourths done with you yet.”
Letting go of my wrist, he rolled toward the bedside table. The distinct sound of a condom wrapper being opened incited me to glance his way.
“Are you always this prepared?” I asked.
“I brought a box in case.”
“Presumptuous much?”
Matthew sheathed himself with the condom and then resumed his position between my legs. “I was right like I always am.”
My laugh got caught in my throat as he plunged the tip of his cock inside me. I lifted my hips, encouraging him to keep going, but the bastard stayed still.
“Say you want it, Camille,” he said. “Say it.”
I wiggled on the bed as my fingernails dug into his backside. “You’re so fucking bossy,” I said breathlessly.
“You love it.”
Needing Matthew more than I needed anything in my life, it took mere seconds before I admitted defeat and pleaded with him. “I want it, fuck, please, Matthew. Please.”
My inner walls relaxed to accommodate his girth as he slowly, inch by inch, fit his cock in until it felt as if I couldn’t breathe. Capturing my lips, he stayed there, filling me up to the brink where it was almost uncomfortable before he drew backwards and slammed into me hard. My back arched off the bed as I half gasped, half moaned. Pleasure and pain intermingled in a delicious sensation. Matthew grabbed my right leg and lifted it in the air so he could go even deeper.
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