Page 60 of Caught in the Middle

But the idea of missing out on something because of fear was just as bad. Before her brain had time to catch up with her heart, Emma was jumping out of the bed and racing to the bathroom where she flung open the door to find a startled Cam now dressed from the waist down reaching for his shirt.

As if he could read it on her face, he gave her a knowing grin, one she might have rolled her eyes at for the cockiness except that she was too intent on not missing this moment.

“Kiss me,” she said, one hand still on the doorknob.

Cam forgot the shirt and was in front of her in a flash, his hands going to the sides of her face and tilting up her chin. “Emma Cooper, your life is about to change.” Then his lips met hers, and she knew his words meant something deeper because this was more than a casual decision.

A thundering began in her body as she leaned in, his lips feeling soft yet firm against her own, one of his hands going to the back of her head as if scared for the kiss to end. Emma parted her mouth, giving him access as her hands found his chest.

Cam slid his tongue between those perfect lips, exploring and claiming her mouth like it was his new home. One of his hands dropped to her lower back, and she automatically pressed further into him. He deepened the kiss, unable to get enough, his fingers tightening against her as she dragged his bottom lip between her teeth.

She matched him kiss for kiss, unable to think, not knowing this could feel so good. She felt a whirl of heat and joy and ecstasy over the taste of his mouth, the way his tongue felt against hers, and the way he hardened against her when she teased him with her teeth.

Emma pressed forward more, Cam taking a step back as their bodies moved as one unit until his back was against the counter. He smiled against her mouth, reaching around to scoop her up and turning them so that she was sitting on the bathroom counter.

“Did I mention earlier how much I like your go-getter personality?”

She let out a soft laugh that felt like a mating call to his current state of mind.

Emma tilted her head back so that she could look into those blue eyes.

“Having second thoughts?” he asked.

She smiled and he felt his chest swell. “Not even a little.”

“Good.” He traced the edge of her face with his finger, then he leaned forward, peppering her mouth with small kisses that then led across her cheek, over her jawline, and up to her ear.

She turned her head, letting him have full access as she embraced the tingling sensation his lips left behind. Her hands pulled him closer as his teeth tugged on her ear.

“You know what I want to do?” His voice was rough and low in her ear, stirring the liquid heat between her legs. She arched into him in response, wanting to feel him against every part of her. “What I couldn’t on the beach or in the ocean,” he said.

Before she could question what that meant, his hands were at the base of her hoodie and pulling it up and over her head. Emma slipped out of the bulky clothing and was rewarded with the hungry look in Cam’s eyes as he took her in. She only wore an unlined lace bralette under the garment and he looked like he might shred it off of her. She wasn’t sure if she’d felt this sexy before in her entire life. There was something about the way he was looking at her, and she ate it up as it only turned her on more.

“Are you just going to look or are you going to touch?” she prompted, aware that he could see the heavy rising and falling of her chest.

Cam’s grin turned wicked as he dropped the hoodie to the floor and reached out to both of her breasts, slipping his hands into her bra and sliding the material underneath until she was fully exposed.

He took her in, not caring that his cock had pitched a tent so obvious in the front of his shorts because he hadn’t seen anyone so beautiful or perfect. Cam circled her pink nipples that had formed little peaks, only hardening further under his feathery touch.

He leaned in, taking one in his mouth while he tugged and pinched and teased the other. “Mmm, Emma. Has anyone ever told you your boobs are perfect?”

She pulled on the hair at the back of his head, holding him tight to her as she relished his mouth on her. “They’re all yours.” It came out as a moan as he switched sides, taking the bud of her other breast into his mouth, sucking then scraping with his teeth.

Damn straight they are, Cam thought, tracing with his tongue. He slid his hands behind her and unclasped the delicate bra. If he had his way, that would be the only thing she wore from now on. She looked so damn good in it.

Then as he felt her hands go over his shoulders, he began trailing a line with his mouth between her breasts and up her sternum until he was tasting every inch of her neck. Cam noted the pressure of her nails on his skin while her other hand guided his jaw back up to her mouth.

His lips found hers again, fervently kissing her with a passion he’d never felt before. He followed her as she tried to pull back. Emma laughed against his mouth. “Take me to bed,” she said against his lips. “Not yet,” he breathed. “There’s something I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you in here every time I’ve taken a shower.”

If the throbbing hadn’t already been in full force yet, it would be now. Emma’s lips formed a smile against his kiss. “Then show me.”

Cam’s hand gently found her neck, his thumb grazing underneath her jaw before he began pushing her to lean backward. She followed his lead, her heart hammering in her chest as she leaned back against the bathroom mirror. His mouth started working south, back down her chest, stopping to give attention to her nipples again before working its way down her torso.

Finally, he stood and grabbed the waistband of her sweats. Emma lifted herself with her hands as he shimmied them and her thong down at the same time. He gently slid them down her legs, pausing to admire the lacy material underneath. He gave her a look, “I want to see you in nothing but these one day.” She knew he meant the thong, and she liked the idea of living out that fantasy too.

Cam let the clothing drop with the rest as he ran his hands up her tanned legs. The touch felt electric to Emma’s skin as she watched him step closer and take her in, his eyes turning wolfish at the sight of her. She hadn’t realized she leaned forward until he ordered, “Put your head against the mirror.” It was a simple and gentle demand, yet it set her blood on fire.

She did as he said and watched as he ever so slowly lifted her right leg and bent slightly as he put it over his shoulder, then he repeated it with his left. Emma didn’t know if she’d ever been so exposed to someone in her life, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was him touching her, his face buried between her legs.

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