“I said I’d enter you tonight,” he said roughly, before she could do anything.
She quivered. “Yes,” she managed. Dear God, yes.
He traced several fingertips along her buttocks now and she had to fight every urge she had to keep still. Again his fingers left her just before touching her where she most wanted to be touched. She moaned again.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she said tightly, wanting to scream.
He shifted so he was beside her. “Look at me.”
She turned her head and watched him put one of his own fingers into his mouth and wet it.
She moaned again, softly. “Please.”
His eyes glittered. “Please what, Allie?” he said when he freed his finger, now all wet and shiny. “What would you like me to do with this finger?” He wet it again, then slid two fingers in his mouth.
She groaned now and twitched hard. “Dear God.”
He turned so that he could continue to hold her gaze, and drew his wet fingers along her buttocks. “Tell me,” he said, as his fingers went lower…and lower.
“I want—” She gasped and shuddered against the lightest brush of his fingertips against her wetness. “Please, do it. Now,” she begged, beyond caring.
“Do what, Allie?” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “And say my name when you tell me what you want.”
His fingers were right there, poised to do exactly what she so desperately wanted them to do. She swallowed against the tight knot in her throat, wanting badly to just wiggle back onto his fingers and be done with it. But she couldn’t deny the dark thrill this game gave her, and she knew then she would play along until she’d seen it all the way through. “I want…” His pupils shot wide when she stopped to lick her suddenly dry lips. And it was seeing his need, clearly matching her own, that gave her the will power to do what she so badly wanted to do. “I want you to push your fingers inside me.” She turned her head just slightly so she could look directly into his eyes. “All the way inside me. Cam.”
He groaned and in the next instant, she was filled with him. No gentle slide, no torturously slow entrance. His fingers filled her full and yes, she did scream. In complete, saturated pleasure. She collapsed onto her elbows as he slid them back out. “No,” she gasped, pushing her hips up, seeking, wanting.
“Again?”
“Please God, yes.” She’d been so close, so close. She’d barely acclimated to the shock of his entrance to get beyond that to the climax that was just right there.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, and she could hear him fighting his own needs to keep his voice steady.
The power that gave her had her lifting her hips again. “Fill me again, Cam,” she ordered.
“Oh, you’ll be filled.”
She shuddered again, wanting to lower her breasts to the soft linen and rub them against the downy fabric.
But then he was moving behind her and she could no longer see what he was doing.
“Cam?”
Then his hands were on her hips and she sighed. Oh thank God, he was finally going to enter her. For real. She wanted him to fill her up, and from what she’d felt earlier when he’d pressed every hard inch of himself against her, she knew he’d fill her and then some. Sweet Jesus, it was going to be glorious.
“Lean farther over,” he told her.
Yes, yes, anything you say, just fill me up. Now.
She felt something soft, downy, like hair, brush over her buttocks. She held her breath, tried not to squirm as she waited to feel the velvety warmth of him press between her legs. Instead she gasped when his wet tongue brushed over her instead. She swallowed hard and gritted her teeth against a long, keening moan when he flicked his tongue over her again. And again.
She moved against him when he continued to lap at her, trying in vain to push down enough so that he’d finally, blessedly take her clitoris between his lips and drive her screaming over the edge.
He was moaning now, too, and she could no longer keep her hips from bucking back against him. “Jesus God, yes,” she panted as his tongue dipped ever closer. Then he was gripping her hips and lifting her forward onto the bed, rolling her onto her back before she knew what he was about.
Her legs dangled over the side of the bed as he knelt on the small footstool, his head positioned right between her spread thighs.
“Hold on,” he told her, looking up at her over the flat, creamy expanse of her belly and breasts. “Grab the sheets and hold on.”
She did, her head lolling back, then thrashing side to side and he blew a warm breath over her quivering, wet skin. She was all but whimpering at him to put his mouth back on her, trying to lift her hips, but he kept her firmly braced on the bed. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely.
“I’ll take you there,” he promised.
“Now,” she commanded.
“Patience,” he said, sounding a bit rough himself.
“Cam,” she warned.
He chuckled then, and she should have hated him for it, or herself for not caring that he was making her beg. But the fact was she’d never been so primed in her entire life and she was loving every single second of this torture.
Then he lapped at her, just one quick lick that made her shriek.
“Again,” she ordered. “Slower, longer.” She could have sworn she heard him smile.
“Not so shy now,” he said.
“Don’t…be…smug,” she ground out, then gasped again when he brushed his tongue over her. “Dear God, you’re killing me.”
“Then we’re both going to die very happy,” he said, and buried his tongue inside her with one, bold thrust.
Her hips pitched violently off the bed as she climaxed instantly, violently. And he was right, he’d made her come screaming. But he didn’t stop there. He continued to flick his tongue back and forth over her as she twitched and thrashed beneath him.
Then, just when she thought she might pass out from the torturous pleasure, he slowly began suckling her, and simultaneously slid one finger inside her.
Again she was ripped over the edge, again she screamed. Again she begged him for more.
Her entire body was so sensitized by now she couldn’t lie still. Her legs trembled, her hands grasped convulsively at the coverlet as he continued with his tongue…and stroking her with his finger.
“Move on me,” he said, lifting his weight from her.
She pushed on his finger, moving her hips, clenching as tightly as she could on him, but she was so wet. So amazingly, gloriously wet, it was hard to grasp him tightly. He solved that by sliding another finger inside her. She groaned and bucked even harder. Then he trailed his other hand up over her abdomen…and lightly pinched her nipple.
And she screamed again as another climax was torn from her, and she came once more against his mouth.
“Enough,” she gasped. “I can’t—can’t—”
“Oh, yes you can,” he growled. He gripped her hips and shoved her back across the bed, then crawled on top of her.
She’d never wanted so badly to be proven wrong. She was all but clutching at him with her hands and heels, pulling him down on top of her, wanting—wanting more badly than she’d ever wanted anything—to feel him push, no thrust—hard—inside her. Over. And over.
She had no idea when he’d undressed and felt a fleeting disappointment that she hadn’t gotten to watch. Later, she thought, almost mindless with need now. I’ll make him strip for me next time. Make him. Yes, she thought wildly, next time it would be her turn. And there would be a next time.
“Now, for God’s sake, do it now!”
But he braced himself just over her, keeping just out of reach of her pistoning hips.
“Look at me, Allie.”
She swerved her gaze blindly to his. “What?”
“I wanted to watch your eyes when I do—this.” And he thrust fully into her with one long groaning slide.
Chapter Nine
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Cam had intended to stop once he was buried inside her, to pace himself. To savor the tight, wet feel of her gripping every inch of him. But the self-control he’d exerted thus far had taken a toll and the sweet way she tightened around him ripped the last shred of it away in one velvety squeeze.
“Yes!” she screamed as he pumped into her again, then again.
She’d locked her legs around him with surprising strength and kept him tight up against her as she rocked with him, thrust for thrust.
He was groaning now, done with grappling for control, blindly seeking the release her perfectly lithe little body promised him.
“Oh God,” he groaned as he felt the rush coming over him.
“Look at me,” she commanded, reaching him through the thick haze of lust and carnal need that had gripped him the moment he’d entered her.
His eyes flashed open at the command.
“I want to watch you scream,” she panted, then tightened her heels on his back and pushed hard up against him as he buried himself in her once more.
His climax roared through him like a rocket on takeoff. He shouted, groaned, and, yes, screamed as she continued to take his thrusts as he poured himself into her.
When the shuddering convulsions finally stopped, he was barely able to shift and collapse on the bed beside her. “Dear…God,” he managed, shaken by the power of what he’d just experienced.
“Amen,” she said, reverently.
He smiled then. She did that to him, too, made him smile when he least expected to.
He turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her expression could only be described as…blissful. He wondered if his looked the same. He certainly felt it.
She rolled her head toward him then and opened her eyes. Those pale, yet so intensely passionate eyes. “Hey, sailor,” she murmured.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
They said nothing else for long seconds, simply lying there, looking into one another’s eyes as their breathing gradually slowed and returned to normal.
The connection he felt to her went beyond the physical, he realized, as they continued their silent communication. He liked that she didn’t know him beyond what he had revealed to her here, and yet he couldn’t help but feel she knew him better than anyone ever had. Ridiculous really, yet he couldn’t shake the notion. Or chalk it up entirely to mind-blowing sex.
He wondered if she felt the same thing…or if she was merely thinking about wanting to go another round. He had to know, and he knew exactly what he had to do to find out. Make the one intimate connection with her they’d yet to share.
And suddenly he was nervous, which was even more ridiculous. After what they’d just done together…But somehow this was more important than anything that had happened thus far. Her eyes flared as he shifted toward her, leaned in closer…
“Cam—”
A little moan escaped him at the sound of his name, murmured so lazily, so contently. “I need to kiss you,” he said. “Like I need my next breath.” And the instant he said it, he realized he wasn’t exaggerating.
She trembled…and reached for him.
His heart rate tripled at her touch, then he cupped her face and leaned over her, lowering his mouth to hers…and touching her lips. They were warm, soft, and the most inviting thing he’d ever tasted. It was like coming home.
Then she parted her lips and tentatively tasted him with the tip of her tongue. His own lips parted as a groan sounded deep in his throat and he took her inside him. It was a perfect joining, one of tongues…and souls. He couldn’t explain it and didn’t dare try. But this wasn’t going to end here, tonight. Not if he had anything to say about it.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her across his chest, continuing their deep kiss without a break. He felt his body stir again and wondered at this power she had over him. She straddled him and moved over him, stirring him further. The brush of her breasts, her peaking nipples, over his chest caused a leap of response and as she continued to plunge her tongue into his mouth, her hips moving atop him, he gradually grew fully hard once again. Amazingly again. Mercifully again, as he badly wanted back inside her.
“Slide down over me,” he managed when she finally ended the kiss.
“Patience,” she said, flashing a dry smile down at him.
“Allie,” he warned, but smiling, too.
“You’ll get what you need,” she reassured him.
He grabbed her hips and tried to position her where he could do what he so badly wanted to do, but she wriggled free. “Please,” he said, surprised to hear himself beg, but not caring so much when she grinned.
“Please, what?”
He pushed his hips off the bed, discovering it was as much fun being the follower as it had been being the leader. Still that didn’t mean he had to play fair. Catching her gaze and holding it with his own, he said, huskily, “Please take me inside you and hold me more tightly than I’ve ever been held before.”
She gasped even as she continued to evade his maneuverings. But instead of doing as he’d pleaded, she bent back on her knees and dipped her head down to lap at his nipples, surprising a moan from him. She looked up at him and said, “Grab the sheets and hold on.” Then she licked him again before pulling one of his flat nipples between her lips and tugging ever so lightly. He groaned…and grabbed for the covers.
She continued her torture, her position on her knees causing her belly to brush lightly over his now throbbing erection. “Keep your hips still,” she commanded.
“I—can’t,” he ground out.
She lifted her body off his then, kneeling upright as she straddled his thighs. “Oh, yes you can.” She grasped him, wrapping her hand fully around the steely length of him, eliciting another groan as she stroked him.
“Lie still…and let me have you.”
It took every last scrap of control to keep his hips on the bed, but he couldn’t help the way he twitched and pulsed in her hands. Not that she seemed to mind.
Then she lifted herself over him. “Watch me, Cam,” she instructed. And he did, as she slowly pushed him inside her wet, hot body.
The instant she was fitted fully on him, he groaned and his hips pumped, his self-control shattered. It didn’t matter; she leaned back, bracing herself on her hands, and let him push and pump, the angle letting him deeper inside her than ever before. He didn’t know who moaned louder and didn’t care.
He tilted his head up and watched himself enter her, watched her writhe on him, until he couldn’t take it an instant longer. He reared up and pulled her legs around his hips, so she was in his lap, impaled on him, her breasts crushed to his. “I want to be tasting you, kissing you, when I come in you,” he all but growled.
She was already there, kissing him before he finished speaking, taking him, forcing him to take her. They dueled and fought, with both tongues and bodies, battling the sensations they each wrought in the other, until both their screams filled the night air.
This time when it was over, there were no words. Cam simply pulled them both up to the pillows, and sank gratefully into their cool softness, tugging her into his arms and stroking her hair as her breath steadied, then deepened as she fell asleep on him.
Mine, he thought, holding her tight as sleep claimed him, too. Hers.
He awoke to the sound of someone tapping softly on the bungalow door. It took him a second to recall where he was…and only another moment to realize he was alone. He sat up abruptly, forcing his sleep-drugged brain to clear. Another tapping sounded at the door had him crawling off the bed, almost tripping over one of the stools in his haste to get to the door. She’d gone out early, he thought, striving to keep from panicking, and the door was locked. She was back now.
But he knew, even as he opened the door a crack, that it wasn’t going to be Allie.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, sir,” said one of the young P.D.’s. “We just need to know when you think you’ll be done so we can send in the maids to rea
dy the room for later use by other guests.”
“Give me a few minutes,” he managed.
“No hurry.”
“A few minutes.”
The young man nodded, with a cheery smile that Cam barely resisted slamming the door on. He clicked the door shut, thinking it was unfair for anyone to look so happy when he felt so…lost.
Yes, that was how he felt. Where had she gone? And why?
He looked around and realized that only his clothes littered the floor. Actually, only his pants and briefs. His shirt was gone. A spark of hope filled him and he hurriedly dressed, deciding the shower could wait until he’d checked into his own bungalow. After he’d found Allie. They could shower together. Perfect way to begin the day, he thought, forcing himself to think positively. In fact, today he intended to find out everything about her, tell her anything she wanted to know about him. And if he was really lucky, maybe convince her to take showers with him every morning.
But when he checked in at the main lodge, there was his shirt, neatly folded, with a note in the front chest pocket. She’d checked out earlier that morning and taken a water taxi to a nearby island. He waited until he was alone in his room to read the note.
Dear Cam,
Words cannot express the way you made me feel last night. It was beyond my wildest fantasies. I thought I’d spare us both the risk of spoiling such perfection with an awkward morning after. But I wanted you to know that I’ll never forget what we shared, and what you taught me about myself. For that I’ll owe you forever. I hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation. I’m leaving this morning. After all, I found what I was looking for. More, in fact, than I ever dreamed. And I know you don’t want to hear this, but, Cameron, you are a nice guy. The best kind of nice. I hope that doesn’t ever change.
She’d signed it, simply “Allie.”
Cam sat on the side of his bed and read the note again. And again. “It wouldn’t have been awkward, dammit,” he said, torn between feeling angry…and desolate. “It would have been perfect.”
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