Page 87 of Not That Into You

He nods. “Do you need help with your luggage?”

I only brought a small bag, and I can certainly handle it on my own, but I hear myself say, “Sure.”

Neither of us speaks as he follows me up to my door and into the apartment. Every hair on my body stands at attention, acutely aware of his proximity. We set my things down, and I turn to Cameron, pulse racing.

He stares at me intently.

I lick my lips.

His nostrils flare.

And we launch at each other, our mouths crashing together.

Chapter 23

Monica

I clutch Cameron’s shirt as we kiss, our mouths moving hungrily against each other, tongues tangling. His hands move to my waist, shifting me until I’m pressed against the door, his body pinning me in place.

He drags his tongue up my neck, and I lean my head back, arching my chest.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve been dying to touch you.”

“God, yes,” I moan as his hand moves up my torso before massaging my breast.

He presses his hips into me, letting me feel how hard he is. I shudder, and he lifts me up, so I can wrap my legs around his waist, making it easier to grind against him.

I’ve never felt so hot and desperate before. My control is going up in flames, and for once, I don’t care. All I want is more. More kissing, more touching, more skin.

I tug at Cameron’s shirt. “I need to feel you.”

He pulls back, his eyes dark and intense. “I need to fuck you.”

My core throbs as my chest heaves. “Yes,” I breathe out.

He lets me down before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward my bedroom. Once inside, I close the door behind us and stop him as he reaches for me. “First, strip.”

He grins. “Ladies first.”

Smirking, I step forward and push him onto the bed, so he’s sitting on the edge. I stand in between his thighs, and he runs his hands up and down my legs as I lift my shirt up and over my head. I unclasp my bra and let it drop to the floor.

I cock an eyebrow. “Now, your shirt.”

He drags his gaze to mine, and my breath catches at the lust blazing in his eyes. He pulls his shirt off, and I hum at the sight of his muscles. He clearly works out, and my mouth waters at the thought of running my hands up and down his chest.

“Pants next,” he says, voice gravelly.

I slowly unbutton my jeans and shimmy out of them before casting them aside.

“Mmm.” He stares at my panties while grasping my ass.

Before I can demand he take his pants off, too, he lifts me up and twists us around so I’m lying on the bed with him on top of me.

“Goddamn,” he mutters as his eyes travel down my body. He moves my hands above my head, intertwining our fingers, before dropping his mouth to mine. The kiss is mind-numbing, and I lift my hips, wanting to feel more of him. He smiles against my mouth before trailing his lips down my neck to my breast. He licks and nips before taking my nipple into his mouth. Moaning, I arch my back before he moves on to the other breast.

“Cameron.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but whatever he’s doing is not enough. I need more.

He trails his tongue down my body, circling my belly button, before reaching my panties. I shudder as he runs his tongue over my panties and along my crease. He suckles my clit, and I growl in frustration.

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