Soul Sweet

by Nichelle Gregory

  Darius snorted. “You could teach me a thing or two, at this point. I’ve been amazed at how well you’ve continually risen above the stress I’m sure goes along with a competition like this one. My kitchen is never that stressful.”

  Misha grinned at him as they got off on her floor. “Savoury has had some moments. Remember when that shipment of crab got delayed and Mr… What was his name?”

  “Lonler.”

  “Right! Mr Lonler demanded crab or a full refund on that banquet we’d already spent twenty hours preparing for?”

  Darius shook his head. “How could I forget that jerk?”

  “This is my room.” Misha took her key card out of her bag, unlocked the door and held it open for Darius to pass. “Did you get a room in this hotel for the night?” She watched him place the vase on the small dining table.

  “Uh, not exactly.” Darius turned to face her and she knew in the breadth of a nanosecond that he’d banked on staying the night with her.

  * * * *

  Cameron ignored the dull burn in his muscles and the sweat dampening his T-shirt, continuing to jog in an inclined position at a brutal pace. He pushed himself to run faster, challenged himself to finish the four-mile workout under his usual time. The machine beeped and he slowed his pace, pleased by the numbers displayed on the screen in front of him.

  He got off the machine and walked over to the paper towel dispenser. After snagging a few, he returned to the treadmill and wiped it down. It was almost eleven o’ clock at night and the gym was officially closed. The hotel manager had given him a special key card, allowing him access outside the standard hours offered to other guests, and the room was almost eerily quiet with him being the only occupant. He walked over to the floor-length windows overlooking downtown Seattle. The view was fantastic. Cameron envisioned bringing Misha up to the exercise room for a little workout that didn’t require the machines behind him, just the two of them up against the glass.

  Shit.

  Cameron adjusted his hard-on then picked up his water bottle. He took a sip and wondered if Misha was having a nightcap with Darius. For a short while, he’d managed to forget about her, forget about how damn sexy she’d looked in those jeans that had hugged her spankable ass. It had been just about all he could take not to yank her against him and kiss her hard on the lips while he palmed her derrière. From the way Darius had been looking at her, Cameron figured he’d felt the exact same way. Misha had told him she’d never felt any chemistry between them, but it was clear that Darius wanted to change her mind.

  Cameron gritted his teeth as he flicked the light off in the gym. He made his way back to his room and headed straight to the shower. The warm water cascading over his body started to soothe the tiny aches his workout had created as he lathered his body. He closed his eyes and envisioned Misha dressed up for dinner with Darius, those curves tempting the other man to touch her.

  Mine.

  Cameron muttered a curse. The fact was that she wasn’t his, at least not yet, and seeing her standing next to Darius had confirmed for him once and for all that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d claimed her. He wished she were in the shower with him. His cock hardened as he pictured the pleasure of having Misha right in front of him as he slid balls deep into her warm, wet sheath. She’d been so tight around his fingers. Cameron placed one hand on the shower wall, wrapped his other one around his dick and stroked his erection under the pulsating stream of water. Thinking about taking Misha never failed to make him hard as steel. Exercising had barely eased the tension and need within him.

  “Fuck.” Cameron straightened. He took his hand off his cock, shut off the water and got out of the shower. He quickly towel dried before cinching the towel around his hips, ignoring his stiff cock bobbing underneath. Striding to the mini bar, he opened the small fridge, stared at the liquor choices inside and contemplated drinking one bottle of everything. He reached for the tequila and paused when he heard a knock at his door. After slamming the fridge shut, he walked to the door, opened it and blinked in surprise when he saw Misha.

  “Hello, Cameron.”

  “This is unexpected.”

  Misha smiled. “You said, win or lose, you wanted to see me tonight.”

  Cameron lifted an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be entertaining Darius?”

  The grin on Misha’s face slipped and faded.

  Damn.

  His tone held an edge and he knew Misha had picked up on it.

  “Darius is out entertaining Seattleite friends of his own.” Her voice was a bit cooler as her gaze flicked over his half-dressed state. “Looks like I caught you at an inopportune time.”

  “No, that would have been five minutes ago.”

  She’d changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a hot pink hoodie, with the hood pulled up over her hair. The sight of her made him hard as steel all over again. Cameron took hold of his towel as it started to slip. “Come in, before someone sees through your mediocre disguise.”

  Misha glared at him. “I’m thinking no.”

  Cameron took hold of her arm when she started to pivot and quickly pulled her inside the door.

  “What the hell, Cameron?”

  He pressed her up against the wall just as fast, placed his hands on either side of her head, and kissed her hard. Her lips parted in a protesting groan and he delved his tongue inside, kissing her deeply. The sound of her ragged moan only made him want her more. His towel slipped from his waist, pooling around their feet as Misha brought her hands up to squeeze his ass. He knew she could feel his hard-on and he wanted her to, wanted her to know exactly what she did to him as he sucked on her bottom lip.

  He ended the kiss and looked at her. “I’m sorry about my tone.”

  Misha stared at him, breathless, still gripping his ass. “Apology accepted.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you going to apologise for that crazy kiss?”

  “That would be senseless.”

  Misha frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to kiss you like that again.” Cameron moved one hand off the wall, down to her hoodie, and cupped her breast. “I want my lips all over you. Do you understand?”

  Misha shuddered beneath his touch.

  “I want to strip you naked and fuck you as hard as that kiss—”

  Misha gasped as he squeezed her breast. “Cameron—”

  “And then I want to take you slow and easy, rock you to heaven and back while I’m deep inside of you.”

  “Oh, my God, please.”

  Cameron claimed her lips again. In between kisses, he unzipped her hoodie and unhooked her bra. He took a step back to look at her breasts, traced one dark chocolate areola with his finger, before palming both her breasts. “So beautiful.”

  “Touch me, Cameron.”

  Those three breathy words broke the last thin rope of restraint Cameron had. He hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her yoga pants on both sides then, bending down, he slowly pulled them to her ankles. The scent of her skin mingled with her perfume intoxicated him. He kissed the top of her pussy through the fabric of her skimpy, hot pink thong as she stepped out of black sandals and kicked off her pants. Cameron ran his tongue up her thigh and pushed her thong over her hips to her feet. He stood then wrapped his arms around her, revelling in the feel of her naked body against his own.

  Misha ran her hands up his back. “You feel so good.”

  “Not half as good as I want to make you feel.”

  Chapter Nine

  Misha closed her eyes and just enjoyed the comfort of Cameron’s warm, strong body pressed against hers. His scent enveloped her senses as she ran her fingers over the muscles in his back. “All day, all I could think about was how much I wanted to see you, be with you.”

  “Me too.” Cameron caressed her ass cheeks. “And then Darius showed up.”

  Misha shivered, struggled to talk, almost overwhelmed with desire. “He surprised me. It was a sweet gesture. I wasn’t thrille
d he’d come, but now I’m glad.”

  “You’re glad?” Cameron moved back from her, a quizzical look on his handsome face.

  “Yes. I now know once and for all me and him will never work.

  “No?”

  “No. He’s not the man I want.” Misha reached between them, taking hold of Cameron’s cock. “He’s not the man I need.”

  “What do you need?”

  Misha tightened her hold on his dick. “This. I need this, you. It’s crazy how much I do.”

  “I’m glad because I want you just as bad, Misha.”

  Misha rubbed her fingertip over the pearl of pre-cum on the head of his cock. “Show me.”

  Cameron offered his hand and Misha released his cock and took it, allowing him to lead her naked through his illuminated hotel suite. Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed him, taking in the beauty that was Cameron in the buff. This was her final chance to stop things before they went past the point of no return. She could pull away, get dressed and leave with her emotions intact. Doing so was surely the wisest decision, but at the present moment she didn’t give a damn about being wise.

  Cameron stopped, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She yelped in surprise as he carried her the rest of the short distance to the bedroom. He placed her at the foot of the bed on top of the crisp white sheets and Misha lay back, looking at him through hooded eyes as he stared down at her.

  “Let me see you.”

  The intensity of his gaze and his request made her wetter. Emboldened by his desire, Misha scooted up a little farther on the bed. “You are seeing me.” She gasped when he snagged an ankle and yanked her back to the foot of the bed lightning fast.

  Cameron lifted her foot to his mouth and briefly kissed her toes. “Let me see that pussy wet for me the way I’ve been dreaming about since I laid eyes on you.”

  His bold request turned her on even more, sharpening the flutters of need and the desire to do as he asked, despite her sudden shyness. No man had ever asked her to do what he wanted.

  “Show me, Misha.” His gaze drifted from her face, over her breasts and stomach. “God, you’re so sexy.”

  Misha moaned at the sensations coursing up her leg to her clit as Cameron sucked on her toes. He made her feel wanton and free to be as naughty as she wanted with him.

  Misha pulled her foot from him and slowly spread her legs. “You’ve been dreaming about this?” She caressed her pussy, parting the slick folds as he fell to his knees in front of her.

  Cameron slid his hands under her knees and yanked her closer to him. Misha continued to play in her wetness as he watched, teasing him as much as she tortured herself by sliding a finger into her pussy.

  “Fucking perfect.” Cameron grabbed her hand, moved it away and buried his face in her pussy.

  Misha gasped at the sinfully erotic feel of his mouth on her again.

  Pleasure overtook everything as he licked and kissed her. The need to feel him inside her drove her close to begging for him to take her. As if sensing her hunger, Cameron lifted his head from her pussy and his lips glistened with her juices. She kept her eyes on him as he went over to his opened suitcase then returned to her side with a small foil package in hand.

  “Tease those gorgeous nipples,” Cameron instructed, while quickly donning the condom.

  Misha moved her hands to her breasts. She rubbed her palms over the sensitive tips and tugged on her nipples as he returned to the bed, on his knees between her legs. She moaned when Cameron tapped and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. “Please, Cameron. No more teasing.”

  “Yes, no more teasing.”

  Misha cried out in delighted surprise when he filled her halfway. He was so hard and big, stretching her in the most wonderful way.

  “You’re so tight.” Cameron kissed her temple. “I’m going to take you inch by inch.”

  True to his word, he slowly sank into her. Her breath hitched every time he went a little deeper. She grabbed hold of his ass with a wild groan.

  “Please.” One word was all she could manage as he pushed his dick to the hilt in the same moment and began thrusting within her. His possession of her rocked her body, even with her legs locked around his thighs. She breathed his name and surrendered to the bliss he gave her with each deep stroke.

  Cameron groaned. “Feels so good.”

  Misha agreed, but she found she didn’t have the strength to speak. She briefly closed her eyes as she milked Cameron’s cock with the walls of her pussy. Echoes of their pleasure filled the room, exciting her further. She gripped his arms, breathing faster as he began thrusting a little slower then stopped moving altogether. Misha opened her eyes, unaware that she’d closed them, to look up at Cameron. The passion written all over his face coupled with the feel of him so deep inside her was erotic as hell. She reached out, pushed her fingers through his hair and he leant down to kiss her, mimicking with his tongue what he’d just been doing with his cock. She protested with a ragged groan when he brushed his lips against her neck and pulled out.

  He gently bit one hard nipple. “Turn over and raise that sexy ass of yours in the air.”

  She did as he had asked, getting on all fours. Cameron pressed his hand in the centre of her sweat-dampened back, applied gentle pressure and she got down on her elbows.

  “Yes, like that.”

  Misha was very aware of her vulnerable position as Cameron got behind her. She gasped into the sheets when he nipped one ass cheek then kissed away the sting. He moved his head lower, making her moan when he licked her pussy. It wasn’t enough. She undulated her hips, pushed her wetness deeper onto his face, wanting his cock more than his tongue dancing wickedly over her sensitive flesh. “More.”

  Cameron moved up, tapped his dick on her ass as she wriggled beneath him. She gasped when he gripped her hip hard with one hand and guided his cock back into her with the other. His rough groan mixed with hers as he slid all the way in.

  “Play with your clit.”

  She didn’t think she could get any wetter, but the darker edge in Cameron’s voice made it possible. The slick, rhythmic sounds of her pussy seemed to grow louder with every thrust as Misha slipped her hand between her legs to tease her clit.

  “You want more, Mish?”

  “Yes!”

  He gave her more. Heedless of her cries, he relentlessly fucked her, taking her higher and higher until nothing existed but mindless bliss. Misha gripped the sheets with both hands as she climaxed. The strength of her orgasm stole her breath away, made her boneless, but Cameron held onto her hips, held her up while he continued to piston in and out of her quivering sheath. His continued strokes kept her on ecstasy’s edge. She hovered between screaming with pleasure and begging for mercy as Cameron’s fluid movements became frantic.

  He breathed her name as he came, twisting something in Misha’s heart as he loosened his grip and soon stilled within her. She whimpered when he finally withdrew his cock, loving the delicious sting of each ache she felt within her body. Collapsing on the sheets, Misha lazily watched Cameron dispose of the condom before lying beside her. She turned on her side and scooted back against him with a contented sigh. “Amazing. That was amazing.”

  Cameron caressed her shoulder. “That was better than my dreams of taking you.”

  “Dreams?” Misha twisted around to face him.

  “Fantasies.”

  “You’ve had more than one?”

  “Yes. Several different scenarios.”

  “Oh, really?”

  Cameron tweaked her sensitive nipple and she squealed. “Three to be exact.”

  Misha traced a line on his chest. “Tell me about these three different scenarios.”

  “Nope.”

  “Hey, they’re fantasies about me.” Misha raised up on her elbow and rested her head in her hand. “I have a right to know.”

  Cameron gave her a mischievous grin. “Maybe. Tell you what, I’ll tell you about each one if you promise
you’ll make all of them our reality.”

  “I could be agreeing to anything.” Misha laughed as she shook her head. “No way.”

  Cameron shrugged. “I’ll guarantee you none of my sexy scenarios are dangerous.”

  “So, I should trust you.”

  “You don’t?”

  Misha realised she did, which was completely uncharacteristic of her, considering how long she’d known him.

  “Misha?”

  “I think I do.”

  “It feels weird to say it, though, doesn’t it? Like we shouldn’t trust one another when we’ve only known each other for such a short period?”

  Misha nodded, glad he understood. “Exactly.”

  “I get it. I feel the same way.” He ran his hand over her hip. “Are you hungry?”

  “A little, though I shouldn’t be. I went to lunch with Darius and then had dinner with my crew in celebration of today’s challenge success.”

  “Nice. How was lunch with Darius?”

  Misha sighed, thinking about the awkward moment when she’d asked where Darius would be staying that night. “Fine.”

  “Why the sigh then?”

  Misha dropped her gaze from Cameron’s. “He came here hoping for more, I think, and he finally realised now we’ll never be anything more than friends again. I told him I’d meet him for coffee tomorrow morning before he flies back to Chicago.”

  “Damn.”

  Misha lifted her head to look at him. “What?”

  “That foils my plan to serve you breakfast in bed.”

  Misha grinned. “Mmm… Is that one of your sexy fantasy scenarios about me?”

  “Nope, but it is now. You’d love all three of my sexy fantasy scenarios.”

  “I’d love all four, you mean, with the breakfast in bed scenario now added.”

  Cameron tilted his head in her direction. “Yes, I guarantee you’d love all four.”

  “I have no doubt that I would.”

  “So, is that a yes? Yes, you’ll embark on these fantasies with me?”

  She was more than curious to find out what he’d conjured up in his mind. All she had to do was stare into his beautiful green eyes and admit she wanted to experience every moment with him.