Page 19 of Lucky Star

“I’m not trying to be a bitch,” I answered. “I don’t want to be mad at you anymore, but I don’t know how to make that hurt magically disappear either. Your actions made me question my self-worth, and I loathe that. Can you imagine how you would’ve felt if I’d been the one to jump out of bed, leaving you naked and alone, before basically disappearing from your life without a word? Imagine, for a second, what that would do to you. To your self-esteem.”

When he tried to interrupt me, I stalled him by raising my hand, palm facing outward.

“I’m a curvy girl, and I know it. Most of the time I love those curves. Hell, I celebrate them. But all I could think those first few days after you left was that I had repulsed you. It’s not lost on me that guys like you don’t fall for girls like me.”

Cameron pulled me into his arms and told me, quite emphatically, to shut the fuck up. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please know that it never once occurred to me you would jump to that conclusion. You’re beautiful; you have to know that. I love everything about your body.” He ran his hands down my arms, his eyes flicking over my chest. “Sometimes I find myself just staring at you, and my mind goes to this place where all I can picture is everything I want to do to you. I could drown in you.”

He dropped to his knees leaned in to plant several kisses on my belly and up my ribcage. “Sometimes during the middle of the day, people will be talking to me, but I haven’t heard a word they’ve said because I’ve been imagining myself on my knees worshiping you, worshiping your body.”He lifted the hem of my shirt and trailed kisses along my bare skin. Soon he was cupping each of my breasts in warm, gentle hands.

The combination of his thumbs caressing my nipples and the words he whispered—words that silenced my misgivings and doubt—made me grow impossibly aroused and wet.

“I wake up at night hard for you … wanting to bury myself in that sweet pussy of yours, remembering the taste of you on my lips, on my tongue, in my soul.”

He licked my stomach, and I almost collapsed. He trailed his hands down my sides and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants. As he slid them over my hips and past my thighs to tangle at my ankles, he licked his way down my body. The sight of him crouched in front of me doing wickedly delightful things with his mouth was something I’d only ever fantasized about but never thought to experience.

Now I had the real thing to replace those insufficient fantasies.

I tried to hold out, to savor the feel of him between my thighs, but the expertise of his tongue as it moved over my warm, soft flesh was no match for my willpower. On the next pass of his tongue, I shuddered and my knees gave out. Cameron scooped me into his arms and marched us purposefully to my bedroom where he proceeded to undress both of us in record time.

“I love you,” he growled against my lips as he buried himself deep inside of me in one driving thrust.

His tongue invaded my mouth and made seductive, swirling motions that echoed the movements of his cock. Cameron pulled back and stared into my eyes, slowing the pace of our coupling, guiding himself inch by exquisite inch in and out of me. When I arched against him, he smiled down at me, knowing full well how the change of pace tortured me. I grinned back and brought my knees up to take him deeper. Never breaking eye contact, he ground his body against mine, moving in slow, unrelenting circles while I rocked in time to the movements of his body.

“More,” I begged. “Harder.”

He captured my mouth with a hungry intensity before easing out of me and then filling me again in a strong, driving thrust. He slammed into me over and over again, his hips colliding with mine as the rippling muscles of his back flexed under my greedy hands. I sat up and trailed my tongue down his neck to the rock-hard planes of his chest before capturing his right nipple between my teeth and biting down gently. He plowed into me and convulsed, spilling himself deep into my core. As I felt the pulse of his seed flood my womb, I followed him in a dizzying climax of my own, waves of pleasure taking hold of me as I cried out his name.

Cameron collapsed on top of me and burrowed into the hollow of my neck. We stayed like that for several seconds before he rolled onto his back, his breath coming in rapid exhalations. My own breathing was erratic, and I pulled a few gulps of air into my lungs to help calm the thundering of my heart. I turned to find Cameron staring at me, pride shining in his beautiful baby blues.

“That was …” he laughed. “God damn, that was fucking spectacular.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” I closed my eyes and stretched languorously, feeling my muscles ease and the tension from our earlier argument leave my body.

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