Page 21 of Cameron

The kiss was so tantalizing and seemed to touch every nerve in her body, zinging all the way to her toes. Oh, how she longedfor and wanted this. She deserved some happiness. And she liked Cameron a lot.

Her fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt, the urge to touch him overwhelming her. She wanted to feel those firm muscles that had tempted her the first moment she saw him.

Slipping her hand inside his shirt, he moaned and broke the kiss. He stared at her as if assessing how to react to her touch.

What was she doing? They had only known each other for a couple of days and yet it felt like forever. There was a bond between them that she’d never experienced with another man. A demand that urged her to be bold.

She slipped another button open on his shirt.

His hand grabbed her wrist and she could see that he struggled to say the right words.

“Sam, I want you in the worst way. We’re stranded in this cabin all alone and unless this is what you want, we should stop.”

The last time she’d had sex was in college and that was over two years ago. Right now, all she wanted was this man.

“I need to feel your arms around me, holding me, making me forget the choices I’m soon going to have to make. Right now, all I want is you,” she whispered just as a blast of wind shook the little cabin.

She unhooked another button on his shirt while gazing into those eyes that sent shivers through her.

With his shirt now open, she raked her fingernails down his chest and a groan filled the shack.

“There’s something you should know,” he gasped.

“Not now,” she said as she pushed the shirt from his body, leaned into him, and sucked his nipple into her mouth.

What was wrong with her? She was acting like a wanton, but she didn’t care. This was all for her. Whatever he wanted to tell her, they would talk about later. Right now, she hungered for him in the worst possible way.

He reached for the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head, and then tossed it onto the chair she’d been sitting in. Next, he unclipped the back of her bra, but when he went to remove it, she pushed his hands aside and slowly revealed her breast to him.

Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Throwing her head back, she lifted her chest to his mouth and moaned as his mouth laved her nipple. This was such a risk to give herself to this man, but right now, the solace she sought in his arms she demanded more than her next breath.

With all the stress and turmoil in her life, she wanted Cameron. Needed him.

“Cameron,” she groaned as her body melted against him.

Lifting his mouth, he gazed at her. “Tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”

His words made her want him all the more and she pulled him to the bed, praying the sheets were clean and not dusty from not being used.

Sinking down onto the bed, she pulled her boots from her feet and then turned to him and knelt in front of him. Quickly she pulled his cowboy boots off and then his socks. Reaching for the button on his Levi’s, she unhooked his jeans and then slid the zipper down.

Her body craved him and required the comfort he provided. Cameron had shown her the night he’d driven the sleigh that he had a way of making her laugh and disregard her obligations and enjoy life once again.

Her mind demanded this time with him to gather herself and prepare for the coming tsunami she feared she would have to face.

Right now, she longed for his comforting arms to transport her and let her enjoy life. Right now, she wanted him to give her the solace and pleasure she craved. Tomorrow she might regrether actions, but tonight this time was for her. Her needs, no one else.

Maybe that was selfish, but she’d already given so much to her family, the business, and even Edward.

Though Cameron told her they needed to talk, deep down the only language she wanted to express was with her body. She wanted to feel Cameron surging within her. She wanted his fingers to do all the talking in a language only they knew. One where they both rode a rocket to Mars, orbited the moon, and returned to Earth totally shattered.

Her fingertips skimmed over the solid muscles of his chest and abdomen. He let out a hissed rush of breath and she smiled with pleasure.

How long had it been since a man responded to her caresses like he hungered for her? Lifting his hips, she pulled his jeans down and then tossed them onto a chair. The man wore boxers that clung to his hard-on, letting her know that he wanted her just as much as she desired him.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled his underwear down, letting the fabric pool at his ankles. He was naked while she still wore her jeans.

His erection sprang at her, hard, rigid, and eager. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him. Kneeling on the floor, she took him in her mouth, her lips enveloping his hardness. A groan echoed in the room and she knew she’d pleased him. Like an ice cream cone, she licked him, her tongue running up one side and down the other, stopping to pay special attention to the head.

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