Page 71 of Unstoppable Love

“Good game, superstar,” she teased as I jumped out and slammed the door.

The beep of my doors locking echoed like a gunshot in the quiet, still night.

“Get inside, Sunshine,” I all but growled.

She was turning me into an animal, and all the intensity I felt getting to her raged to a boiling point seeing her.

The damn dress she had on was barely long enough to cover her ass.

“Tell me you didn’t wear that to my home,” I said as I reached the top step. The very idea of any man seeing those legs of hers, even if they were my brothers, turned me feral. She hadn’t moved but was looking up at me with an amused expression.

“Less,” she teased and brought the glass of wine to her lips, looking completely unbothered. Like she couldn’t tell I was one breath away from taking her right there on the porch. “Are you going to be a bossy jerk all night, or are you at least going to say hello?”

Damn. She was right. She drove me so crazy, I lost my mind and apparently, now my manners around her.

“Both,” I assured her, and then leaned in and brushed my lips over hers. She tasted like wine and sunshine. Happiness. Home. “Hey, Sunshine. You look beautiful.”

She grinned up at me. “That’s better.”

I yanked her to me with one hand and smacked her ass with the other. “Now get inside. I missed you, and your dress is too damn short for anyone but me to see.”

Her amused expression was now gone. In her eyes, there was nothing but need.

Fuck it. I wasn’t waiting for her. I grabbed her hips and held her to me, forcing her to swing her wineglass out of the way and lock her ankles around my hips. I carried her to the door, opened it, and kept moving until we were in the kitchen and she was sitting on the island countertop.

“Well.” She glanced around. “This is not at all where I thought you’d take me. Hungry?”

“Only for you, but I didn’t want to scare you off quite yet.”

“Not sure anything is scarier than that gift you sent me earlier this week.”

Tease. She was a damn tease. I’d heard her climax and the way she got all breathy when we spoke. I had no doubt she was using that thing more than I’d hoped for. So much so, I went to bed and woke up in the morning, jerking off, jealous of the fact she had it and was probably using it when I couldn’t be there.

I brushed my hands up her thighs, shoving up the flimsy excuse for a skirt on a dress until her panties were visible. Sweet, white cotton thongs had never been so sexy until I saw them on her.

“Doesn’t look like you’re scared.” A wet spot was at the center of that thong. “Looks to me like you’re getting excited even talking about it.”

“Maybe,” she rasped, and my dick hardened at that raspy tone in her voice. “Good game today.”

“Hm…” I traced my finger up and down her inner thigh. I stared at it—the way goose bumps rose on her legs and the small, quick jerky movements of her hips. I came close to the apex of her thighs and moved back down. “How was your day with my family?”

“I don’t really want to talk about your family right now.”

“No?” I swiped my finger over the wet spot, and her stomach clenched. “What if I were to tell you that you won’t get more than this until you do?”

“Cameron.” It was a plea. And damn, I liked the way she begged.

She’d be doing a hell of a lot more of it soon.

I pressed against the wet spot again, found her clit through the flimsy material, and at the sound she made, my balls tightened.

I met her gaze. Her blue eyes were glassy. Beautiful. Cheeks flushed. She was now holding on to the counter, fingers curled around the edge, and her large breasts were heaving up and down.

“Cameron…”

I pressed my finger harder. “Did you have fun?”

“I baked cupcakes with Josie.”

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