Running Into You

by Taylor Love

  “Get a grip,” she muttered to herself before smoothing down her dress and walking back out into the crowd.

  The back of Cam’s neck tingled, and turning he saw her a few steps away. What was it about her that made him so aware of her presence? He finally had her alone and he planned to soak up every moment. “Just in time,” he told her. “Drinks just arrived.”

  They consumed their drinks at the bar watching others on the dance floor, laughing and talking in between. They brushed up against each other as they got close to talk. Several times, his plump lips lightly grazed her earlobe, sending prickles of heat down her spine. She was enjoying his company and the music. She hadn’t realized how much she needed, wanted to relax. Now, she was ready to do more than just tap her feet. Taking a big swallow to finish her drink, she gave him a saucy grin before standing up.

  “Okay, I’m ready to dance!” This time, she was the one to hold out a hand to him.

  He took it, bringing her knuckles up for a kiss. “If you’re ready, I’m ready.”

  “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars was on when they hit the floor. It was prefect to get them dancing, as they flowed into the rhythm of the song and the jostling of the crowd. The DJ played a few more pop songs, then switched to rap. That’s why she loved this place, they mixed it up and she liked a lot of different music. They stayed out on the floor, dancing to it all.

  Cam was loving it. Ms. Cool Cole, could move. She had on a work appropriate dress, or at least it would be if she had that sweater over it. Without it, the dress hugged her body and more than showed off every curve. He got to see her lose herself in the music. She was definitely not shy while dancing, which led him to believe she wouldn’t be in the bedroom either. He was more determined than ever that he’d eventually end up in her bed. Twirling her around, he saw her point to her throat, then the bar.

  Pulling her under his arm, Cam started maneuvering them back to the bar. He liked having her close, letting everyone know she was with him. It was an odd thought to have, and felt even odder. He’d honestly never thought about stuff like this while out with other women. He had already stared down several men tonight, whose eyes lingered on her body longer then he appreciated. Thinking about it, he could honestly say he’d never minded if men showed his dates some attention from afar. If he was being real, he hadn’t even minded knowing other men wanted the woman he was with. But now…he didn’t even want anyone else thinking about Andrea.

  The revelation made him stop in his tracks, causing her to look up at him in question. Moving forward again, he squeezed them in at the bar. The crowd had swelled, and it was standing room only.

  “You want some water or a drink?”

  “Both,” Andrea replied as Camden caught the eye of a bartender. It was a woman who smiled a little too broadly as she made her way over. Andrea found herself automatically scooting closer to Camden.

  “Got it.” He ordered two waters and turned back to her. “What you want to drink?”

  “A whiskey sour this time.”

  “Okay, I see you upgrading.” She just laughed as he turned back to the bar. “A whiskey sour, and I’ll take a whiskey neat, to match my lady.”

  As the server went to make their drinks, Andrea felt a little flutter in her stomach. “I’m your lady now am I?”

  Leaning back, he brushed her collarbone lightly, looking at her seriously for a moment before smirking and leaning forward. “Yeah, that’s right, you just haven’t realized it yet.”

  “Did you know you can be cocky?” When he just shrugged, she continued, “I’ll admit it can be sexy at times.”

  “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  When the drinks arrived, they took their time, watching the floor again. Eventually, they went back out when some slow songs started playing. They swayed against each other, and Andrea didn’t know if it was the drinks or the music or just him, but she was feeling slightly dizzy. He felt so good. Her first impression of him on that sidewalk had been correct. He was built very solidly. The closest she could get to describing his body type was athletic. She bet if his shirt was off, he’d look like a basketball player. She knew he was only mildly into sports, so she wondered how he kept his body in such good shape. Maybe he worked out a lot? That thought put the image of him weight lifting in her mind, his chest straining and glistening with sweat.

  She needed to stop! Luckily, a slightly more up-tempo song came on and she was glad for a minute until she figured out it was “Wild Thoughts”. The devil was out to get her! She loved this song and the lyrics seemed appropriate as she was having wild, sexy thoughts about Camden. Thoughts that she knew were dangerous to be having about this man. Even so, she started moving her body in ways that matched the sensual tone embodied in the lyrics.

  Cam had to blink a couple of times to make sure he was seeing this right. He sure was feeling it. As she backed that ass up on him just long enough for his eyes to get a little crossed, before turning to face him again. Swiveling her hips slowly from side to side, while sliding her hands slowly down from his neck to his chest. Apparently, his body had no problem keeping up, as he matched her vibe.

  Then their eyes connected, and it was like the rest of the room disappeared. Suddenly they were in a world of their own. They moved as one, their hands outright caressing each other as they went. She danced like a video vixen, to the words and beat meant to entice a man. Well, Cam was fully seduced and if he’d been paying attention he would have noticed a number of other men were as well. They were probably being obscene, but he didn’t give a damn. When the song ended, they were pressed chest-to-chest, his hands holding her firmly by the top swells of her lush behind. It wasn’t until a man who was a few feet away called out, “Damn, your girl is hot!” that they became aware of their surroundings again.

  Camden didn’t shoot his normal disarming smile her way. Instead, he was looking at her in a way that had her trying to take a step back. He tightened his grip before finally letting go. She took his hand lightly and led him away from the floor.

  “Hey, what time is it?”

  Cam pulled his phone from his back pocket and checked. “About one o’clock.”

  “Time went fast, but I think I’m ready to call it a night.” He nodded and she continued. “Let me hit the restroom, since I have a bit of a drive home.” Living in Dearborn, she really didn’t have that far to go, but at the moment she’d take any excuse to put a little space between them. Besides, the second drink and water had caught up with her.

  He nodded again, pointing to the entrance. “I’ll wait for you by the door.”

  Coming out the stall, she looked at herself in the mirror. Had she really been the woman out on that dance floor, pretending to be Rihanna? Her body was still heated, her heart was still beating too fast…all from one dance.

  “Shit,” she muttered, then washed her hands, freshened up her lipstick, and popped a few breath mints. She decided to check her phone as she stalled for more time. She ignored the couple of texts from Mika, not even reading them. Putting the phone back in her purse, she gave herself a lecture.

  Andrea Cole, you are going to drop him off, say goodnight and go straight home! No passing go into his house. Don’t even hug him. He doesn’t even get a handshake. Touching that man is dangerous.

  Hoping that was enough to guide her in the right direction, she squared her shoulders, pasted on a small smile, and went out to find Camden.

  Chapter Seven

  The drive to his house was strained. Camden wasn’t his playful self. He gave her brief, distracted directions while she drove. There was definitely tension inside the car. She didn’t make it any better as she turned on the music and didn’t try to engage in conversation either. She’d put her sweater back on before leaving, remarking it was chilly. If only her cooling skin could suppress the inner heat in her belly. Her body was anticipating something that her brain was determined not to let happen.

  Camden was too busy trying to get himself und
er control to pretend that the sizzle they’d felt at the club never happened. Hell, he didn’t want to pretend. What he wanted was to make her pull this car over and take her in the front seat. He was envisioning pulling her over the middle console, hiking her dress up over those full hips, and pushing his hard cock into her waiting warmth. She could ride him til they both came! After all, she’d just showed him that she had rhythm. He shifted in the seat to keep from adjusting what was in his pants, and focused on telling her the last few turns to his house.

  The drive had taken about fifteen minutes, and he’d spent the whole time thinking about what his next move should be. Should he press the sexual connection from the club or ease off? He was trying to think with his brain instead of his dick. He could see she was nervous and would prefer to ignore the chemistry that had sparked into flames tonight. She’d come back from the bathroom cool enough, acting undisturbed by their display on the dance floor. He could tell she was trying to put the genie back in the bottle, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to let that happen.

  “Turn right at this next street, and I’m the first house on the corner to your left.”

  “Okay, got it.” Andrea’s hands tensed on the steering wheel as she took a right and then pulled up to the brown brick house. It was dark, but she could see from the flood lights that he kept up his yard and the outside of the house. Not that any of it was holding her attention right now. Should she leave the car running or would that be overreacting a bit? She pulled up a little more before turning off the ignition. “Well, here you go. From what I can see, you have a very nice house.”

  “Thanks.”

  His short response had her looking in his direction. She turned in her seat to face him. “I had a really good time tonight Camden. Thank you again for dinner and dancing.”

  He reached out to caress the side of her face, while using the other hand to unbuckle his seat belt. “Thank you for allowing me to spend time with you.”

  Was it just her, or was his voice a couple of octaves lower? And why was she turning her face into his palm? “It’s late…I should be going,” Andrea stuttered out.

  “Yes, you should.” No one moved. Cam watched as she lowered her eyes and bit her lip, and that was it for him. He surged forward, grabbing the other side of her face, before kissing her. She opened for him like his lips were a key to a lock. His tongue swept in, tasting whiskey and mints. As far as he was concerned, at this moment it was the best taste on Earth.

  Andrea melted as soon as his lips met hers. Any rational thought left her, and it was all she could do to stay upright. She clutched at his shoulder and waist just to steady herself, as the onslaught to her mouth continued. Lord, this was bad…so bad and so good! When his tongue stroked the roof of her mouth she shivered, before sucking on his tongue in retaliation.

  Cam felt the pull low in his belly and it drove him a little wild! He tried to yank her closer only to be hindered by her seatbelt. With a growl of impatience, he released it. Then in a show of strength, heightened by arousal, he pulled her across the car into his lap.

  She had a few seconds to breathe before his lips were back on hers. Her mind trying to process having her ass sitting firmly on top of his manhood, her back almost against his door. The only thing she truly understood, was that if he sexily growled at her again, she was liable to do anything he wanted.

  Part of his mind was telling him to slow down. Of course he ignored it, and took advantage of the access this new position afforded him, snaking his hand up to her breast. He heard her moan and continued to gently squeeze before purposely running his palm over her extended nipple. He felt it as she inhaled sharply, so he did it again and again before pressing the nipple between his fingers. She gave another throaty moan, and he glided his hand down to her knees before starting his ascent.

  Andrea was wishing she had worn a less conservative dress, something with some give so he could bare her breast. She broke the deep kiss, and gave him kisses along his jaw and chin. She delighted in his heavy breathing, but not as much as she delighted in his hand slowly moving up between her thighs, pushing her dress out the way as he went. Delighted or not, she probably should put a halt to this madness! When he squeezed her upper thigh, her legs parted of their own accord. At the first stroke of his finger over the middle of her panties, her brief stint with rational thought was over.

  By the second stroke, he found her lips again and was kissing her greedily, even though his finger kept a slow tempo. She clutched at his neck while his hands drove her crazy. Before long, she wanted him to move faster, to put more pressure right where she needed it, but he refused. Instead, he kept the pace frustratingly slow. Her hips begin to move, trying to give her what his fingers denied.

  Cam knew she wanted more, he could hear it in her sighs and moans, feel it as her hands grew clingier. He understood the feeling, he was holding on by a thread himself! He could feel the wetness awaiting him through her panties and wanted so badly to sink into it. Cam however, had the long game in mind, not just short-term rewards. He wanted her as hot as he was. He finally sped up his hand and heard the skip in her breath. He broke the kiss to watch her face, gritting his own teeth. The more she squirmed around in his lap, the more he thought he might burst and embarrass himself. He heard the cadence of her breathing change and increased the pressure he was putting on her clit with each stroke.

  Andrea’s head fell back so quickly that she could hear the small thump it made against the passenger side window. She couldn’t care less if she had a concussion, as long as he didn’t stop. This was crazy! She was close to climaxing! Right now, there was nothing more important than reaching that goal. She moved her hips again asking for more…and this time he gave it to her.

  Cam was breathing almost as hard as she was, as he leaned forward to suck along her exposed neck, his finger alternating now between hard strokes and circles. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fingers in her hot heat and feel her cum. He still held off, even as her body started to tense…and then he stopped. He saw her eyes immediately open, saw the quick look of confusion and just as quickly, saw it flicker to annoyance.

  “Why did you stop? I was so clo-”

  He cut her off, squeezing her thigh to get her attention. “Do you still think you should go?” He whispered the question in her ear before drawing back so he could see her face. Her passion-filled eyes cleared enough to understand what he was really asking.

  Andrea’s brain struggled to catch up. One second, she was on the verge of cumming, and the next he was asking her to think…to decide what their next steps would be. Vaguely, she recognized she should be glad he was giving her a chance to reconsider, but right now she just wanted what he’d been so close to giving her. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it, sitting up as much as she could. Looking in those caramel eyes that had first caught her attention she answered.

  “Would it be okay…if I come in?”

  “Hell yes!”

  * * *

  Camden didn’t waste any time maneuvering her out of the car on his side. Before she could overthink it, he grabbed her purse from the back and took the keys out the ignition. He shut the door, activated the alarm, then handed her the keys and bag. He was wrapping his arm around her waist and walking them to the door in twelve seconds flat.

  His hands were actually trembling a bit. It felt like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. He’d gone from not being able to get her on a simple date to having her in his house, ready for sex. He didn’t know how the hell they’d gone from zero to a hundred, but he didn’t plan on blowing his chance. He was going to make sure she didn’t regret her choice tonight. With that in mind, he figured he’d better slow things down. As he shut and locked the door, he saw her looking around. He had left a few lights on throughout the house, since he figured he would get in late.

  Andrea placed her purse on the living room table, her head still spinning with the decision she’d made. She was really in his house…this was go
ing to happen. It may have seemed as if she was looking at the house, but in reality she didn’t see anything. She’d expected to be pounced on as soon as they cleared the door, but he still stood a few feet away, hungrily watching her.

  “Do you want something to eat…drink?”

  She smiled hesitantly at him and walked the few feet towards him. “What I’d like, is to go to your bedroom and finish what we started in the car.” She figured in for a penny, in for a pound…right? She saw his eyes flash with surprise before he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs.

  “What the lady wants…the lady is about to get.”

  Camden led her up to his darkened bedroom, turning up the dimmer switch until the room was lit up enough for him to see clearly. He was not going to miss seeing every inch of this woman. He closed the door with his foot, and when she turned to him with a shy smile, he gathered her in his arms. While he tried to kiss her senseless again, he also dealt with her sweater, before sliding his hands to her ass.

  He was happy to see her hands were just as busy as his, sliding his blazer off his shoulders. When she moved to his belt, his allowed his jacket to slide to the floor before he unzipped the back of her dress. He unhooked her bra and pulled it down along with the dress until he’d exposed her breasts. He couldn’t resist tasting them for another moment. Dipping his head down, he slowly drew her flesh into his mouth.

  Andrea responded by arching her back and standing on her toes so that he could take more. She put a hand under his shirt and ran them up his firm chest. Placing a palm over his heart, she was gratified to feel the quick, hard beat of it. He was taking strong pulls of her flesh, and to show her appreciation, she flicked her nails over his nipple.

  Cam backed up for a brief moment to rid himself of his shirt so that her hands could roam more freely. Andrea took the time to finish tugging her dress down and off. He came back and took her other breast while his hand caressed its twin. Attacking his pants again, Andrea wanted him to be just as naked as she was. She finally got the damn belt off. Unzipping him, she was finally able to reach her hand inside to get her first feel of what would soon be inside her.