Page 99 of Unstoppable Love

Cameron swallowed pleasured sounds I hadn’t known I was capable of making, and it wasn’t long until my thighs were burning. My entire body was trembling.

I tore my mouth off his and buried my forehead in the crook of his shoulder.

“Cam!” I called his name as I came, my body clenching around him, pulling him tight. From beneath me, he pounded into me until there was beauty mixed with pain and enraptured pleasure coursing through my body.

He shoved himself deep, slammed me down on him, and he came with a grunt and a curse, his arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me against him.

“Shit, Ava. Someday you’re going to kill me with how good you feel around me.”

I huffed a laugh. Or made a choked sound. I wasn’t quite sure. I was still seeing stars, and my body was still overly heated, yet, my clit was still pulsing like it hadn’t been nearly satisfied and craved more.

A few weeks of sleeping with Cameron, and he’d turned me into a sex-starved nympho for as much as I craved him.

I wasn’t complaining, either.

Once I figured I could speak without stuttering and my teeth stopped tingling, I pushed off his body and brushed my lips over his. “I missed you, Cam.”

His lips lifted into a soft smile, and his entire expression melted. “I missed you too, Sunshine.”

He kissed me softly. Tenderly. So at odds with how he’d taken me a moment ago, but this was only one of the reasons why I loved Cameron.

He could be soft. He could be commanding. He could be gentle. He could be bossy. And he always seemed to know the exact perfect time to be all of them.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up for round two.”

“Already?”

“My dick might need a minute, but I still need to taste you.”

A delightful, excited shiver rolled down my spine, and Cam didn’t miss it because he started laughing. “Seems to me you like the sound of that.”

“Yeah…”

He slipped his hands to my ass and, with one quiet grunt, lifted us both so he was on his feet, holding me. The move made him jerk inside of me before I lost him.

“I need to clean up. Fast,” I warned him. There was nothing sexy about post-sex fluids dripping down my thighs.

“Maybe I want to see my mark all over you.”

On the other hand, maybe there was.

He carried me to his bedroom, kissed my forehead. “Stay right there.”

As he went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, I glanced around his room. It was larger than I’d expected—massively so. He had a small sitting area with a loveseat facing a fireplace. A small coffee table was in front of it, with one side table that held a lamp and two paperbacks.

His furniture was rustic, like it could have been taken straight from the ranch and resettled in his new home. The headboard was massive, with thick, square posts at the edges and slats of what could have been reclaimed barn wood, only re-stained and made to look new.

His bedding was a light cream, the loveseat couch a forest green. In one corner, there was a massive plant, and then four large photographs lined the wall above his dresser. All of them were sepia-colored, which matched the browns and creams of his room, two of them had different pictures of massive amounts of cattle. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was Charles Kelley on a horse, tipping his hat toward the photographer. He was in the distance, but I’d known the man my entire life, and further back behind him was a house I knew as well as my own. The final picture was of the tree. The creek with the tall wild grass billowing in a breeze. The place where Cameron followed me to not all that long ago and the scene that held a handful of beautiful memories for me.

“You hurting anywhere?” Cam asked as he came out of the bathroom.

“I feel fantastic.” He chuckled at my response, and I pointed to the framed pictures. “Is that your ranch?”

He nodded and then pressed a warm, wet cloth between my legs. “Lay back, honey.”

I fell back to his bed and tried to ignore how strange it was to have another man cleaning me, wiping his release off my inner thighs and around my sex.

His voice was almost reverent as he watched himself clean me up and said, “I miss home. A lot. A lot more than I thought I would in college, especially. The pictures keep me grounded. Remind me where I’m from and the kind of man I want to be.”

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