Page 11 of Forbidden Heat

With no more warning than that, his hand burrows into my hair, and the next moment his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. It’s not out of control — this is Cameron, after all — but he’s not holding back on the intensity.

When I moan into his mouth, his hand tightens in my hair just to the point of pain. It makes me moan again, louder this time. Without breaking the kiss, he shifts me so I’m straddling him, then starts to work the button on my pants with his free hand.

I catch on fast and help, and in seconds I’m naked from the waist down. Exhilaration sings through my veins. We’re going to fuck, right here in his study. Yes.

But when I reach for his zipper, he breaks the kiss and lifts me. “What?” I say, startled, as I rise through the air. So easily, as if I weigh nothing.

Cameron doesn’t answer. He stops when my upper body is almost against the wall … and lowers me until I’m sitting on his upturned face.

His arm locks around my waist, holding me there. His mouth … “Oh god. Cam!”

I brace my hands against the wall and manage to hook my legs over the outer edges of the chair, so I’m not doing the splits. And then I hang on for dear life while he sends me to paradise.

Lips and tongue and teeth devour me like I’m the only food on earth, and if he doesn’t have me he’ll die. He licks me open, sucks my folds, circles my opening, fucks me with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, oh god, fuck.” Pleasure is racing along my nerve endings, igniting them like a wildfire raging out of control. He eats his way toward my clit, then teases me with his tongue, circling my swollen tip until I’m shamelessly grinding myself against him.

When his free hand slides up the back of my thigh to stroke over my ass, it’s just another layer of sensation. Until he strikes, one quick smack, at the same instant as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck!”He doesn’t stop, spanking me as he sucks, hand and mouth perfectly synchronized, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Pleasure gathers and swells and tightens in my center, ramping up so fast that my system goes screaming to the edge of release in seconds.

He spanks me harder, until I’m gasping and sobbing for breath, ready to explode, all the pressure in my core coiled like a tightly-packed bomb. Then he uses his teeth on me, and I come ten times harder than I ever have in my life.

I scream out loud then. No words, just a torrent of overwhelming pleasure ripping through my body and finding any outlet it can. I writhe against him as wave after wave of ecstasy turns me inside out.

And every time my hips jerk, the muscles in my ass contract, and a shock of pain shoots straight to my clit, setting me off again. Not only am I coming harder than I ever dreamed possible, I can’t stop. I’m on an endless orgasmic loop.

Cameron seems to know just when to give my clit a few seconds’ respite before he sends me over again. By the time he finally stops, easing me down his body, I’m wrung out, but at the same time content and amazingly energized.

He tucks me against him, and I cuddle blissfully against his chest for a few minutes. “Better?” he says at last.

“Oh my god.” My voice is hoarse. “That was a fucking revelation. Pardon my language.”

“No apologies necessary.” If I’m not mistaken, he sounds rather smug. And rightfully so. “You can say whatever you want when it’s just the two of us.”

Now that my brain is starting to function again, I have one very important question. “Not to be pushy, but when is it your turn?”

“I’m waiting. In the last week, I haven’t even touched myself — like you did in your bed that first night.”

At that, I jerk back from him. “You watchedme?”

Cam grins. It’s another revelation; it makes him look both years younger and totally wicked. “No. It was an educated guess.”

I blush. “Good guess.” After he left me and I got into bed, I found myself so wet and horny that I had to rub one out. “So … you’re saving yourself for me?”

He draws me back to him with a hand curled around the back of my neck. “When I fuck you, Haley, you won’t be walking afterward. Not for a while.”

A shudder of anticipation runs through my body. “Cam,” I groan, and then tense. It’s the first time I’ve called him that out loud; I’m not sure if he minds.

But he doesn’t object, and I relax, snuggling close again. “Any idea when this blessed event will take place?”

“Hmm,” he says, sounding amused. “I think—”

And that’s when all hell breaks loose.

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