Page 37 of Can I Tell You Something?
Fishing his phone from the other pocket, he fiddles around for a second and then I hear that unmistakable voice that turns me to mush.
‘Can I tell you something?’
Through the earbud his voice is low and soft, but full of need. Here in the room, his hand settles on my knee, fingers dancing up to the hem of my t-shirt while he watches for my reaction.
‘I’ve been dying to get you alone again, so many things I want to say to you… do to you.’
I close my eyes and try to place this audio. He has so many, and they all start differently. I can’t always remember right away, even though I know I’ve listened to everything he has posted multiple times over.
Cameron nudges my chin with his fingers and when I open my eyes, he points two of them back and forth between us. The message is clear.Eyes on me.
‘Hannah, if I play with you, can you be quiet for me?’
I gasp, then press my lips together.
That’s why I’ve never heard this before. Whatever I’m listening to now, he’s recorded just for me, and now he’s playing it back in both his ear and mine while sitting up in the middle of my bed. Cameron lays me gently back down against my pillows, then shifts to straddle my hips with his knees.
‘I want you to listen carefully, sweetheart. I’ve been dying to touch you, and I can’t go another night sleeping in that room next door knowing you’re in here keeping this incredible body to yourself.’
Holy fucking shit.His voice in my ears while he’s here in the room with me is every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
‘Is that OK?’
I nod gently, a willing accomplice in his silent plans.
‘I want to kiss you for a bit. OK?’
He leans in and I’m smiling so much I can’t even kiss him back.
‘Your mouth is so pretty.’
His kisses are much slower than the frantic ones we’ve stolen over the past twenty-four hours. He takes his time, kissing along my jaw, darting his tongue out and flicking it over my lips, sucking my lower one deep into his mouth, then holding it between his teeth.
‘I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. The way you kissed me back underneath the tree last night. I knew right then that kissing you wouldn’t be enough.’
My hands grip his hair, those blessed locks that enchanted me the first time I saw him, while he works his mouth over my neck. Kissing, nibbling, sucking gently.
‘I wish I could suck harder here. I want to leave you covered in marks so everyone knows who you belong to.’
The tension in my core tugs deeper. Possessive Mac does something extra special for me and he knows it, because I explained in great detail over DM months ago. All the embarrassment over that monumental fuck-up fades fast when I realise he can take full advantage of knowing what I like. I tip my head to watch him push my t-shirt up, hands coasting up my sides as he nudges it up just enough to reveal my breasts.
“Holy shit,” he mouths for real as he drags his gaze over me. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
‘It’s like your body was made for me to worship Hannah. I wish I could spend this entire night exploring you.’
Cameron’s mouth moves to my nipples, his warm tongue sweeping them into stiff peaks.
‘I’ve been wondering what you wear to bed. Do you wear underwear, or are you naked beneath your covers, just waiting, aching to be touched? If you’re wearing anything at all, it has to go.’
He looks up, grinning as he shifts to hook his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them straight down my legs.
‘It has to go because I need to see all of you. To taste all of you.’
This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming. Cameron takes his time, far too long, frankly, kissing his way up the inside of my thigh. I have to stop myself from pushing my hips up and straight into his face.
‘Be patient, baby. You’ll get what you need.’
How did he know I would be exactly like this? When he reaches the crease at the top of my thigh, I almost cry out at the feeling of his warm mouth on my smooth skin. He tastes and teases, swapping to the other side, skimming over the place where I need him the most.
