Page 66 of Caught in the Middle

Cam stretched his hand up to wipe away a tear that escaped her hold. “Why are you crying, baby?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just know I want that.” He looked at her with such intensity. “I want you,” Emma said, then she tilted her head up and he was there meeting her halfway as their mouths met, their lips sought each other out like they were discovering their purpose in life.

Cam was pressing into her, but she was pressing right back, one hand gripping the shirt at his chest while the other went to the back of his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth, entwining with her own as their mouths spoke a language that only their hearts understood.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands pulled her in closer, her grip on his shirt only tightening. Everything she was feeling, the emotions of her heart, it was all spilling into that kiss and the one after and the one after that. She tugged on his lip as she found the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up until he took over and tossed it to the floor.

She took a step back to admire him which only caused a wolfish grin on his face as his eyes turned dark. “I’ve been dying to see you in that lacy number again.”

“Well, then it’s your lucky day.” She began to pull the straps down on her sundress, but Cam was upon her instantly.

“No, let me.” He dipped the straps down her shoulders, then slowly tugged the material at her sides until the flowy clothing began to slide down her bodice. Whenever her bra was exposed, he bent down, peppering soft and wet kisses across her chest, from the top of one breast to the other. Then he slid the dress the rest of the way to the floor and Emma stepped out of it, leaving her sandals in the pool of material as well.

His eyes danced. “The things I want to do to you,” he growled and she felt the vibration in her very center, where she swore one look from Cam and he could make her wet with desire.

Then he was in front of her, his lips caressing hers again, and Emma could feel herself melting for this man. As his hands ran over her body, she found the waistband of his shorts and undid the button, lowering the zipper, and pushing them down.

Her breath hitched with a sharp inhale as he helped her, grabbing both his shorts and boxers in one go and lowering them with the quickness that only came when in the heat of the moment and everything felt too constricting. His desire now much more obvious as his cock was hard and pressing against her.

He tilted her head back, bringing her attention back to him as he kissed her, but her hand went to his manhood, stroking the solid length and causing him to groan. She smiled against his lips. “I’ve been thinking about this particular body part since you had me bent over that couch.”

The image only made his dick pulse in her hands, which in turn only heightened Emma’s smile as she turned her smooth caress into a tighter gripped speed. He liked being in her hand, but he wanted to be inside her more. “If I start thinking about that, I’m going to have to relive it,” he said. “The right way this time.”

She let him go, lightly pushing his chest to get him to move to the bed as she shook her head. Cam raised his brow, but the grin on his face was all the indication she needed that he liked this side of her.

“No,” she said regarding the couch. “Not yet. First, I want to live out some fantasies of my own.”

He knew she was referencing his comment in the bathroom earlier. He cocked his head sideways as he now stood at the end of the bed. “And what might those be?”

Her eyes flicked down to his penis and she smiled. As much as he wanted that mouth of hers on him, he knew he wouldn’t last. “I want you first,” he said.

He’d been thinking about her too much this week to withstand the ecstasy those lips wrapped around his dick would provide. No, he wanted the first time she got him off to be from being inside her.

She tilted her head to the side. “Not a patient man, Cameron?”

He clenched his jaw. “Not when you’re looking at me like that and saying my name.”

She trailed a finger down his chest until she wrapped her hand around him again. “Oh, I plan to say your name. Scream it until the sun rises.”

If he thought she was sexy before, this side of her was going to drive him mad. “I’ll see to it that you do.” His voice was low and rumbled. “But first, I want to be inside you. Then you can do whatever you want to me and I promise you,” he reached out, his thumb gently rubbing the side of her cheek before his hand dropped to her neck and he rubbed that same thumb down the base of her throat. “I will make every last one of your fantasies come true.”

She had no doubt he could feel the escalating pulse that promise caused her. Her lips spread in a Cheshire smile as she pushed against his chest again. “Lay back,” she said, unsure of when she became so demanding, but loving every bit of it. She liked this side of her that Cam brought out.

She might make him get out of his comfort zone when he was with her, but he made her feel powerful and in control.

He locked eyes with her and did as she instructed, scooting back on the bed until his whole body was on it. “I have condoms in my wallet in my shorts’ pocket.”

Emma grabbed his wallet and tore off a square packet before tossing the wallet to the side. Then she followed him onto the bed, crawling on top. “I get you like this, then you can have me bent over the couch,” she purred, lowering her mouth to his chest, applying light kisses on the sculpted skin until she worked her way down the grooves of his abs. She could feel him tightening underneath her, his body radiating barely controlled tension.

She smiled with the knowledge of her effect on him as she slid her tongue out and left a wet trail. As she neared lower, she felt Cam’s hands go to the side of her face, his gentle tug a reminder of their agreement.

She laughed and the sound was the most seductive thing he’d ever heard. Cam pulled her back up to him, needing to touch her, to kiss her. Her mouth found his in a demanding passion as they were a desperate mix of tongue and teeth and lips. Her fingers went over every inch of him like she was claiming what was already hers.

Then she was gone too soon as Cam felt her rise, and then watched as she opened the condom, took hold of him, gently slid it over his cock, and positioned herself above. She locked eyes and raised a brow as if to ask if he was ready, which he answered with a devilish grin that suggested she better prepare herself.

Emma slowly lowered herself as he filled every bit of her, then paused for a moment so that her body could adjust to his presence before taking any more of him. Cam’s head had tilted back and she could tell how good it already felt for him by the expression on his face, the heat in those depthless blue eyes.

Then she started moving, and the moment she did his hands found her hips, his grip strong and wanting, beckoning for all that she would give him.

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