Page 47 of Bad for Business
He’s so hard and the fabric between us does nothing to hide either of our arousal.
I pull my lips from his, meeting his gaze. For a moment, I just look at him, taking in the messy tendrils of his hair that stick out in different directions from my hands gripping them. My thumbs dance over his chiseled cheekbones as I stare at his lips.
I give him a smile, wiggling my hips slightly just to see how crazy it drives him.
“I still don’t like you,” I tell him, still smiling.
His fingers dig into my sides almost painfully as his mouth breaks out into a wolfish grin. “If this is how you prove to me you don’t like me, then I’ll fucking take it.”
TWENTY-FIVE
RYKER
My entire bodyfeels tight with desperation. Camille grinds herself against my cock, driving me completely fucking mad.
She leans in to kiss me again, and I try not to think about how fucked I’ll be tomorrow morning. I’ll never be able to look at her lips again and think of anything but this moment right now. This isn’t the first time we’ve kissed, but there’s something about the angry, heated way in which she kisses me that completely unravels me.
I’m fucked. I won’t be able to forget this happened, but that’s a problem for tomorrow morning. Right now, I’m soaking in the feeling of her lips pressed against mine.
“I don’t like you,” Camille repeats. She smiles, and I forgot how much I loved to see her smile. All the times she’s scowled at me almost seem worth it after getting a smile. I know I’ve earned it, and because of that, pride blooms in my chest.
“Are you trying to convince me of that or yourself?”
“Neither. There’s no convincing. It’s just the truth.” She bites her lip as she moves her hips against me once again.
My head falls backward. It feels too fucking good. There are layers of fabric between us, preventing me from being able to fully feel her the way I want to. But even with the barrier, I’m sofucking turned on that I’m worried if she keeps moving against me just like this that I might come. It’s not my fault. It’s hers. She’s plagued my dreams, the memories of our night together filling my every thought. I’ve tried to relieve the ache, but it wasn’t any use. Only she can satisfy the hunger I have for her.
And apparently, just feeling her grind against me is enough to have me aching for a release.
A frustrated growl leaves my body as she teases me again by spinning her hips.
My eyes meet hers, and her smile has changed. It’s more of a smirk. She knows what she’s doing to me, and she loves it.
“I don’t like you either,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust. I guide my hands to the curve of her ass, but she shakes her head.
“You said it was my turn to have fun,” she points out.
I groan, pushing my hands up and placing them on her waist once again. I so desperately want to explore her body. What I really want is to get rid of what she’s wearing altogether, but I don’t want to rush it. If this is all she’s willing to give me, then I’ll take it.
“Then have fun,” I command. At least, I hope it sounds like a command. The more I think about it, it may have sounded more like a plea.
Camille laughs. It’s barely more than a breath. But it’s a laugh. And fuck, I forgot how good it felt to make her laugh.
She leans forward and presses a kiss to my jaw. It’s so soft that I barely even feel it.
She presses another one to my jaw in a different spot.
Fuck. I wish she’d press her lips harder against my skin. I want her tongue to move against it.
Even her hips are moving at an achingly slow pace. She’s lifted them slightly, making it so I don’t feel the full pressure of having her pussy grind against my cock.
“Cami.” Her name comes out as a desperate plea. I want more from her. I want anything she’ll give me.
“Camille,” she corrects, her breath tickling my skin. She presses another kiss, this time against my neck.
Why is she teasing me? Why won’t she give me more?
My fingers dig into her hips. I know I should probably be softer, but I can’t. Not with how desperate I am for her to give me more than what she is right now.
