Page 126 of Already At Risk
Maybe that was why it had felt like that. Because we were sharing parts of ourselves that didn’t have words yet, the emotions she didn’t know how to say aloud tonight.
Natalie’s lips parted when my hands slid back onto her skin, washing the plane of her stomach. The faintest whimper escaped them, and my heart hammered in my chest, my pulse racing as I worked my palm over her body, sculpting it to her form. I stayed in safe areas, washing her back, her sides, her arms, but when Natalie gave me a heated look over her shoulder and the tiniestnod, I wandered beneath her breasts and then over them, cupping her in my hands. Natalie arched her back, pushing into my touch, asking for more. And God, I wanted to give her everything.
“Cameron.”
My name left her mouth on a plea, and it nearly broke me. Natalie squirmed in my arms, pushing her ass into my cock, which had been rock hard since the moment I’d pressed her naked body against mine. I’d just been ignoring it—tryingto ignore it—hoping she would, too.
She wasn’t, not anymore.
Her breathing was ragged, her stare blazing, her fingertips begging as they dug into my skin.
My hand dipped between her legs, and she gasped. Her pupils dilated, ringed with something unnamed.
“Please, Cameron.”
I shuddered at the sound of her desperation.
“What do you want?” I choked. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”
“You,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard, slipping my hand from between her legs, letting it wander to her hip, gripping hard. It was all I could do to keep myself together until I knew exactly what she meant by that.
“How do you want me, Natalie?” I dipped my head, finding her ear. “I need you to be explicit. Because I’ll happily wrap you in a towel and hold you all night long if that’s what you need right now. We can talk or not talk. We can start a movie. I can watch you crochet until you can’t keep your eyes open. Or I can fuck you, but you have to tell me.”
I saw her lick her lips before letting words through them that destroyed me. “Please fuck me. I need—I need to feel—” She broke off, unable or unwilling to say it. “Please fuck me.”
I closed my eyes, breathing in. Breathing out.
Her words echoed in my brain, bouncing off the walls.
Natalie made an eager sound, her body slipping against mine in a way that was so utterly erotic. She turned in my arms, herhands dragging down my front, fingers exploring the muscled V that led to my pelvis. My cock brushed her stomach.
“Cameron?”
Opening my eyes, I found hers. They were bright, eager, needy. But they were alsowanting. Not hungry—starving. She was looking at me like maybe she didn’t just need to be fucked; she neededmeto be the one to do it.
I hoped to hell that was true.
I understood I’d offered myself up, said I’d give her anything I could. And while I didn’t regret that, I alsohopedshe felt the way I did right now. I didn’t simply need a release, didn’t want to lose myself in just anyone. It was her, all her. I neededNatalie. This was so much more than sex for the sake of sex, and all I could do was cross my fingers that there was a distinction for her, too.
It reallyfeltlike there was, and that was what I would hold on to until I knew for sure. Because now was not the right time to ask. I’d just have to trust.
“I’m here,” I promised, eyes fluttering as Natalie boldly wrapped a hand around my cock, pumping it up and down. Heat unraveled at the base of my spine before traveling up it. God, the things she could do to me. It was unparalleled,nothinglike anything I’d felt before. She had no idea how fast she could take me to the brink, so I grabbed her wrist, stilling her. “Fuck, Sunshine. Slow down.”
Natalie pressed herself closer, her wet tits sliding against my chest. I groaned, and she lifted onto her tiptoes, dragging her body up mine as she reached to kiss my neck, scraping her teeth over my collarbone. Her puffs of air grazed my skin, and I felt her shake her head. “I can’t. Please.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Condom,” I grunted, but Natalie continued to shake her head.
“I don’t care. I don’t need it. Just—” She moaned as I rocked my hips into her.
“You do care,” I reminded her. “You told me you cared that first night, Natalie. It’s okay, baby. I’ll be inside you soon.”
Before she could argue, I turned off the shower, scooped her into my arms, and walked us into the bedroom, snatching a few towels on my way.
If what Natalie needed from me tonight was to forget and to feel and to get lost in something that wasn’t her own mind, then that was what I was going to give her. And hell, I was going to get lost in her, too.
