Page 15 of Lucky Star

Chapter Six

Sarah

Iput all of my longing and desire into that kiss, pushing him back into his seat, following ungracefully in his wake. I banged my knee against the center console and caught my pant leg on the shifter before finally straddling his lap. Quite miraculously, our mouths never parted. After several more seconds of what was quickly becoming the single best kiss of my life, I tore my lips from Cameron’s and rested my palms on his cheeks.

“You infuriating, maddening, beautiful man,” I said, planting several light kisses all over his face. “You don’t know what this last month has been like. I missed you so much. I’ve cried myself to sleep wishing that I could do things over, that we could do things over. I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’ve missed you too, love.” He laughed, a happy, wondrous sound and then he shook his head. “You have no idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from calling you that, the word on the tip of my tongue.”

I dropped my hands from his face, the reality of this moment settling over me. I loved him. He loved me.

I smiled a stupid, gleeful grin. I felt like the world had tipped on its axis and everything was right again.

No, better than right. Everything was perfect.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? We could have saved ourselves so much lost time if you’d only just told me how you felt.”

He put his hands on my waist, and I was reminded of the last time he’d done that. A jolt of lust snaked its way down to that damp, needy place only he could assuage. My breath hitched, and my body went soft with want.

His own need riding him hard, Cameron’s fingers tightened on my hips, and he dragged me along his hardness. I closed my eyes on a moan when he repeated the movement. I didn’t know how long I’d last if he kept this up.

He claimed my mouth lovingly, reverentially, his worshipful desire evident in the languid, sensuous kiss he delivered. As our tongues danced, the building crescendo of my orgasm took over, and my hips undulated over the length of him. When I cried out, he surged up against me, his body telling me what he needed better than words ever could.

I tore my shirt off over my head and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. At the same time, Cameron pulled his shirt off, but with only his one working hand, he struggled to undo the button of his jeans. Meanwhile, I tried to get my pants off, but I ended up hitting my head on the top of the car before falling backward into the dash, smacking my spine. We both erupted into fits of laughter as we realized just how not sexy the situation had become.

“We don’t have to …” he started to say while I blurted, “Help me out of these, would you?”

He laughed again and leaned forward to give me a hard, quick kiss before dropping the seat back. That gave me more room to maneuver—albeit still ungracefully—out of my remaining clothes before helping him slide his pants down his thighs. Some more shimmying on my end commenced, and after several floundering moments, we were both finally, blissfully naked. Sweating and breathing like we’d just ran a marathon, but wondrously naked nonetheless.

There would be no rushing into sex headlong this time. We stared at each other wide-eyed, silently accepting how this would change everything. Again.

We hadn’t been drinking.

Being naked in the front seat of my car was a deliberate, calculated choice.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, taking his cock in hand and rubbing his hand down its hard length.

The motion drew my attention, captivated me.

I nodded but didn’t otherwise move.

He exhaled, relieved, and by the lights of the dash, I saw that his face was filled with wonder and love. That raw, naked emotion unlocked something inside of me. Never in a million years would I have thought we’d be together like this, but it was happening, and despite how ridiculous it seemed, I wouldn’t have changed it for the entire world.

“There’s a condom in my wallet,” he said, recalling the horrible moment that had started us down this path before.

I found his jeans sitting atop my pants and pulled the foil packet from his wallet.

“You came prepared this time.”

“I was hopeful,” he responded. “I planned on telling you how much I love you. And yeah, I hoped you’d be receptive.” He smirked, a sexy little lift of his lips that had my stomach doing somersaults.

“You’re lucky I have a weakness for you, Cameron Scott.” I ripped the foil open with my teeth and rolled it down his cock. He hissed, and his eyes screwed shut while his breathing came in rapid bursts. My breathing had escalated as well, matching him gasp for gasp as I positioned his thick crown against my slick opening.

Our eyes locked, and I told him the truest thing I’d ever known. “I love you with all of my soul.” Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, and my whole body shivered. I stopped for a moment to savor the feel of him stretching me to the edge of pleasure.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, running his hands over my back. And then he moaned my name when I started to grind against him. Clutching me to him tightly, Cameron thrust up and into me, over and over again.

I could feel him in every cell of my body, touching me, claiming me … loving me. I begged him for more, told him how good he felt. When my orgasm hit, I swear I went to another plane. Almost as if I watched it all unfold from above as my euphoria swelled and exploded and poured out of me and into him.

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