Page 31 of Just Like This
Chapter Twelve
Garrett
Impatiently, I waited for Camiin her darkened bedroom. My breathing was slow as my ears strained to pick up any sound she made. I heard her soft footsteps echoing in the nearly empty space as she walked around, turning off the lights in the condo. Then I heard her exhale just before she stepped into the room.
“Lock the door,” I said.
She squinted at me. “Why?”
“Just do it.” It was one of my quirks. It was a pointless act, but having the bedroom door closed and locked calmed the anxiety that I had developed after years of deployments where I was constantly on alert.
Cami turned and pushed the flimsy lock into place. And then she rested her head against the door. She was nervous; we both were nervous. I took a few steps forward and placed my hands on her shoulders. I lightly ran them down her arms until they covered her hands.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Of me?” She shook her head. “Of this?”
There was no need to define “this” because we both knew what pulsed between us. It was more than lust but not quite love. “Me too,” I admitted.
“People dream about this all the time,” she said quietly, turning to face me. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight that filtered in through the windows. “I never thought I’d have anything like this or find anyone like you.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to get hurt. I saw what my mom did to my dad, and I didn’t want someone to hurt me like that.”
I reached out and fisted the hem of her shirt. “I won’t do that you,” I said as I pulled the garment up and over her head. “I promise.”
I bent forward and placed a kiss on her exposed chest. The clean scent of her skin intoxicated me, and I sank to my knees, grasping her around the waist. I placed another light kiss on her bare stomach and let my head fall forward to lean against her soft middle. She ran her fingers through my hair lightly before I sat back and grasped the waistband of her khaki shorts between my fingers. Slowly, I undid the button and slid the zipper down before tugging the shorts down her thighs.
I smiled when I saw the familiar lace panties Cami wore, then leaned forward and placed my nose against her, inhaling the musky sweet scent that made my mouth water. Gently, I pushed the edge of her panties aside and held it against her inner thigh with my thumb.Just one taste, I told myself. My tongue darted out, taking a tentative lick. She shivered, and her hands grabbed my hair. I shuffled forward on my knees, backing her up against the door. I looped my fingers around the sides of her panties and pulled them down. She was totally exposed to me, and now that I’d had just the tiniest taste of her, I wanted more. Ineededmore.
I grasped the calf of one of Cami’s legs and tugged until her foot rested on my shoulder, providing me with better access to her pussy. I groaned loudly before I dove into her with an insatiable hunger. Cami moaned above me, her fingers gripping my hair as I greedily took what I wanted from her. She had the most incredible flavor, and I devoured every single drop of her sweetness. I held her firmly, and with each swipe of my tongue, she shivered, and her body tightened. Her toes flexed into my shoulder as the first waves of pleasure began to roll through her. I was relentless in my pursuit until I heard her hands smack against the door, and a guttural moan escapes her lips. Then I alternated between feather light licks and teasing flicks of my tongue before sucking her clit into my mouth, which sent her right over the edge, and she shook around me. Cami steadied herself with her hands back on top of my head as her orgasm rolled through her body.
Silently, I backed away and watched as she collected herself. She was breathing heavily but damn, she looked gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. When Cami’s eyes caught mine, she smiled shyly, which I returned easily. I stood and held out my hand to her. Cami’s trembling hand slipped into mine, and I drew her into my embrace.
“There’s a problem here,” she murmured.
“What’s that?” I asked as my fingers traced light paths up and down her back. I grinned inwardly every time she shivered against me because of my touch. “Did you not come?”
Cami laughed. “No. That is definitely not the problem.” She stepped back, and her eyes roamed my body. “You’re still dressed.”
Tentatively, she reached out and grasped the waistband of my jeans in her fingers. She deftly undid the fly and pushed her hand inside to cup me lightly.
“That’s one way to get me undressed,” I said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. I covered her wrist with my hand, stopping her. “We have plenty of time.”
“No, we don’t,” she said with breathless urgency. She wiggled her wrist from my grip and grasped my cock firmly. “And I want you now.”
Who was I to argue with that kind of demand? I pushed my jeans down and quickly pulled my T-shirt over my head. Her eyes skimmed my body, landing on the tattoos that covered my chest. She reached up and traced the memorials that I etched on my skin to honor the brothers I lost.
Cami breathed out. “Oh, wow.” The traditional infantry tattoos mesmerized her. I reached up and covered her hand with my own and held it against my heart.
“Cami,” I whispered. I didn’t want to talk about the ink on my skin and what each one meant. I didn’t want to think about the men who were practically boys when they died. All I wanted was to think about was sliding my cock into her slick heat and forgetting every single thing except for the way she felt around me. She looked up, and her expression told me she understood. Her normally bright blue eyes were practically black with desire.
I slid my hands down Cami’s back until I gripped her ass in my hands. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist when I lifted her, then I walked the few small steps to her bed and placed her gently on her back. I dotted kisses across her cheeks then down her neck and along her collarbone. She still wore her bra, so my fingers searched for and fumbled with the clasp until it came free. The straps loosened, and I tugged them down her arms before tossing the bra aside. I sat back and admired the naked woman spread out before me. Cami’s body was beautiful. Her breasts were perfect handfuls with dusky pink nipples. Her curves were slight, and her belly sloped inward.
Cami’s fingers twitched at her sides, and she smiled seductively at me. She wanted to finish undressing me. I stood momentarily and stripped off my black boxer briefs, exposing myself to her. She sucked in a sharp breath and rolled her lower lip between her teeth before her tongue darted out and swiped across her lips. I gripped myself firmly and stroked my length. With the thumb of my free hand, I stroked her clit; she was still soaked.
We made quite the erotic sight with me fisting my cock while gently fingering her pussy. I pressed two fingers inside her, and she released a strangled moan. A hiss escaped my lips as I thrust my fingers into her deeper. I abandoned my cock and placed my knee on the bed between her spread legs. I pulled my fingers back slightly and traced a path of her juices up toward her clit. My dampened fingers rubbed against the sensitive bud, and she squirmed on the bed.
