Page 39 of Caught in the Middle

Emma swallowed, her entire body pulsing. “Yes.”

“Then start moaning,” was his only order as he pressed himself against her. Light at first, then a bit harder as her delicate voice made the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard.

Any fear of this being awkward soon faded when he felt her both tense and relax against him, her back arching down as she pressed right back into him.

Cam put his hands on her waist to still her for a moment.

“What?” she asked, turning her head to look back at him. She saw the muscle along his jaw flex as he took her in, and a thrilling bud shot through her. To have Cam looking at her like he wanted to devour her was pure ecstasy in itself.

He saw the wicked spark light in her eyes a moment before she ground backward against him. “Don’t,” he growled. The way she looked at him was dangerous in itself, and he knew she figured out what he was up against.

She moved her hips again, this time slower as she held his gaze, the excitement pulling at her. She felt Cam try to shift her away, to hide how much it was affecting him and she couldn’t help herself. She leaned up on her knees, pressing her back into his chest as her head was still turned up toward his and one arm going around his neck.

“I thought we were going to make it believable,” she whispered to him.

His head snapped down toward hers, the warning clear in his eyes.

If she’d been a woman to heed warnings then he didn’t know her at all. Instead, she tilted her mouth up toward that tensed jaw of his and ran her tongue along its edge. “Come on, Cameron,” she purred. “Help me sell it.”

Before she could tease him with that sultry tongue again or tempt him further to shred those clothes right off of her body, Cam’s hand flew to the back of her head, fisting her hair and guiding her forward onto the couch again. He could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of her devilish smile before she was facing the wall and he was slamming against her.

Emma’s smile turned into a gasp as Cam pulled her head back and rocked her body forward.

“Moan,” he ordered.

The command sent a bolt of lightning between her legs, and god help her because she could feel every bit of him pressed against her. She did as he said. Hell, she probably would’ve without realizing it, because she suddenly found herself entirely too clothed.

But boy did Cam deliver, because not only was the couch slamming into the wall but so was her head until he yanked her back more. She could hear his ragged breathing, or maybe that was her own, and she’d be a damn liar if she tried saying everything that escaped through her lips was entirely made up.

As the couch rocked, she started to turn to look behind her, but Cam was upon her quicker than she could move. He stilled, both of them breathing hard as he hovered over her back, his lips near her ear again. “Was that good enough?” His voice was hoarse and breathless.

She nodded her head, still trying to catch her breath. What in the hell did she just experience? “Yeah,” she let out. “Perfect.”

“Never ask me to do that again,” was his only response before he raised, letting her go, and walked over to the bed.

Emma lowered to a seat, knowing her face was as flushed as she felt. Cam tossed a pillow toward the couch as he climbed into the bed. “You get the couch, “ he said.

She couldn’t help the smile, tried biting it back, but it wouldn’t stop spreading.

“What?” he asked, still trying to regain any sense of control he had over himself right now.

“You’re full of surprises,” she said.

He shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “You’re one dangerous woman, Emma Cooper.”

She let out a laugh, grabbing the pillow he’d tossed her and positioning it before lying down. Neither of them said anything else, and then as if realizing one of them needed to get the lights, she heard Cam slip out of the bed before the room turned dark.

Emma was sure at least half an hour passed while she lay there staring at the dark ceiling above her. She wasn’t sure if she was waiting for regret or maybe embarrassment to greet her, but neither did. All she felt was a heady desire to make Cam look at her like that again.

She smiled into the dark. “Thank you,” she finally whispered, surprised whenever Cam’s deep voice answered her.

“You’re welcome.” Because he, too, had no idea what just happened but only that Emma might very well be the woman he’d spent his life waiting on. And he was nervous she might just destroy him.

Chapter 15

Emma slipped out of the room Tuesday morning while Cam was still sleeping, and by sleeping, it was more like snoring loud enough to make falling back asleep impossible. Or maybe that was because whenever she raised up on the couch to throw her pillow at him in hopes of shutting him up, the sight of him sent her heart fluttering this morning.

He had looked serene and peaceful lying there even if he sounded like a dump truck starting up. Suddenly, the snoring didn’t bother her and she found herself wanting to slide under the covers and snuggle up into him, drawing circles on his chest with her finger.

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