Page 120 of Not That Into You

He places a finger on my lips and then leans in to kiss me again. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck while his arms band around my waist.

Moments later, I trail my lips along his jawline and kiss and nuzzle his neck, enjoying the feel of his day-old stubble against my skin. I want to burrow into him and stay wrapped in his arms forever.

My heart stops as I abruptly pull back, confused emotions swirling within me.

He eyes me with trepidation, waiting for me to make the next move. My pulse quickens with conflicting urges to retreat and get closer.

Swallowing, I drop my gaze to the base of his throat. Earlier, rather than changing out of his suit, he’d merely taken off his jacket and tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. He looked incredibly sexy moving around the kitchen preparing dinner. And if he were in a different mood, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off him.

Thankfully, he’s in a different mood now.

I slowly unbutton his shirt, pausing every few buttons to drop a kiss on his bared chest. Halfway done, I lean in and brush the base of his neck with my lips, letting my breath linger on his skin as he tightens his grip on my waist.

After pulling his shirt out of his pants, I drop another kiss on his chest before lightly licking the same spot with my tongue. He inhales sharply, and I smile before lifting my head to meet his eyes. The intensity of his gaze makes my breath catch.

With unsteady hands, I finish unbuttoning his shirt, which he then tosses on the floor before grasping my face and pulling me in for a searing kiss. He drops hungry kisses along my jawline as I tilt my head to give him better access. By the time he pulls back, our breathing is ragged, and his heated look has my heart racing.

He pulls my shirt off, then makes quick work of my bra before staring at me and groaning. His hands glide down my back and up my sides as he murmurs, “So beautiful.”

He dips his head, capturing my mouth, and walks us backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed. With more urgency than skill, I undo his belt and push his pants down as he struggles to undo my jeans.

Laughing, I say, “Let me do it,” and then peel off my skinny jeans as he kicks his pants aside.

I fall backward onto the bed with him on top, caging me in with his arms. We alternate between kissing and gasping for breath. Lowering his head, he circles one of my nipples with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. I arch my back and run my hands in his hair to hold his head in place.

My core feels like hot liquid while my skin is electrified.

He runs a hand down my side and along my stomach until his fingers find my wet folds. I gasp, canting my hips. He grins against my breast, then dips a finger into my pussy before caressing my clit.

“Cameron,” I pant, my hips moving restlessly.

He continues playing with me, sending me to the edge and then easing back.

I dig my fingernails into his back and breathe out his name with a mix of frustration and pleading.

He laughs darkly, and I grab his face before growling, “Either make me come or fuck me.”

Grinning, he hooks my leg over his hip and presses his hard length against my folds, making me gasp. He slides his cock along my seam, back and forth, until he drops his head into the crook of my neck and groans. “Fuck, Monica. Nothing feels as good as you do.”

I moan in response, clutching him to me. Nothing feels as good as Cameron does. Nothing—no one—has come close. I lift my hips to grind against him, and we both groan.

This feels so right.

This is everything.

“Cameron,” I breath out while lifting my hips again. “Please.”

He grasps my hands, shifting them above my head as our eyes lock. I know he can see everything I’m feeling, everything I’m thinking, everything I haven’t said.

It’s overwhelming yet not enough.

He surges forward, entering me fully as air gusts out of my lungs. My head falls back and my eyes close as pleasure crashes through me.

He keeps up a steady pace as I meet him thrust for thrust. Our gazes lock again, and I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

He grasps my hands tighter before changing his angle, sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through me.

“I’m close,” I gust out. So close.

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