Page 93 of Stolen Bases

Does he not want to have sex with me? The thought pops into my head unbidden. Mortification like no other has my face flaming. I drop my chin and turn away from Cam.

Oh, god. Please don’t look at me.

“Fuck.”

The bed shifts, but I don’t dare to look at him as I pull my knees up and hug them to my chest, attempting to hide my nakedness. My vulnerability.

Strong arms slide under my knees and cradle my back as Cam carries me inside and straight to his bedroom.

I avoid his eyes as he stands in front of me and removes his towel. His cock springs free and points straight at me. The mushroom tip is thick and angry red.

“Do you see this?” Cam points to his erection.

I look from his dick to his face.

“This is what you do to me, Talia. So whatever you’re thinking, get it the fuck out of your head.”

“I-I don’t know what I’m thinking.” My mouth turns dry, and my heart races.

“Don’t fucking lie. Your head totally jumped to conclusions. You think I don’t want to fuck you, but you’re wrong. I do. I want you so badly. I have to fuck my fist morning and night to soothe the beast inside me that’s begging to rut into you like an animal.”

My thighs clench. “I want that too.”

“I know, baby. We will get there.” He falls to his knees between my legs. “But for right now, I’m enjoying what we have. You’re not some random girl I take to a hotel for the night.”

I can’t stop the sneer I throw at him. The idea of Cam with some woman makes my skin crawl. I know he’s been with his share of ladies, but it’s not something I want to think about.

Cam smirks, angling my chin up, and kisses me. “Those women were nothing to me. You? You’re everything. You’re my girl. And my girl deserves to be worshiped. To be loved. I never felt about any of them the way I do you. I love you, Talia.”

Cameron Miller is full of surprises.

Tears cloud my vision as I impossibly fall deeper in love with this sweet man.

“So, sex is off the table?” I joke.

Cam barks a laugh. “And I thought I had a one-track mind.”

I push his chest. “Shut up.”

He tackles me back onto the bed and kisses me. “For now. We have a lot to work out.” He doesn’t need to mention the black cloud that is my brother prepared to rain on us at any minute. “Besides, I like stealing first.”

Cam gropes my boobs with his enormous palms. All my thoughts melt away, and I’m putty in his hands. Cam lifts my breasts to his mouth and sucks my nipples until I’m a trembling mess.

“I also like stealing second.” Cam’s right hand travels down my side and over my hip. He cups my pussy, his middle finger teasing my entrance.

My nerves take a backseat to Cam’s attention on my body. He pushes his finger inside me, stretching me open. He gives me a few languid pumps before pulling out and bringing his finger to his mouth. I watch as he licks it clean with a moan.

“I especially love stealing third. Your pussy tastes like my heaven. I could eat you all day.”

Cam attempts to slide down my body, but I grip his wavy locks between my fingers and stop him. “Nuh-uh. You can’t have all the fun. It’s my turn.”

Cam flips over onto his back, allowing me to straddle his stomach. I brace myself on his chest, the dark ink of his Kodiak tattoo peeking through my fingers.

I trace the outline of the fierce animal. “Is this the only tattoo you have?”

He flexes his pecs. “Yes.”

“Would you get more?”

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