Page 160 of Already At Risk
“Yes,” she sighed, sounding so fucking contented by the idea of it all that a growl emitted from my chest, and within seconds, my hands were sliding beneath her skirt, finding the band of her underwear, hooking my fingers init.
“Lift your hips for me, then, Sunshine.”
Natalie did, and I yanked her underwear down her legs before stuffing them in my pocket. We wouldn’t be needing those tonight.
Natalie watched me, her gaze seductive, confident. “Am I ever going to get those back?” She raised a brow, casting a glance at my pants. “That’s not the first pair of underwear you’ve slipped into your pocket, never to be seen again.”
She remembered that, did she?
Guilty.
My hands found her thighs again, palming them. And then I raised a brow back and dropped my voice. “What else am I supposed to wrap around my cock when I’m at home, thinking about you, and you’re not there?”
Natalie’s gaze gleamed, flaring at my insinuation. “Do you really do that?”
“Do you want me to send you a picture next time?” I asked, leaning in to whisper kisses over her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Her warm breath hit my lips, sending a shiver through me, making me groan.
Fuck, I needed her.
Natalie tipped her chin in anticipation of my kiss at exactly the right moment, once again proving our connection. My mouth slanted over hers hungrily, ready to devour. Holy shit, I wanted to taste and touch and tease every inch of this woman, and Natalie was just as ready for that. She moaned and pushed herself up, kissing me harder, wanting the same thing I did. My name came out of her mouth, a little whine that wassofucking satisfying. Hearing her desperation was like music to my ears, a reassurance that I wasn’t alone here in my want.
We both wanted the same things. Some of it was big and scary and momentous, but some of it was as simple as breathing. Some of it was just the need to feel her body against mine, to feel the perfect way we fit together again.
“Natalie.” Her name sounded harsh coming from mylips, but the desire was unrelenting, almost painful at this point, and I didn’t have it in me to tone anything down. I knew she’d understand. “Your top. Off. Now.”
“What?” Natalie faked a gasp when I started yanking at the ties in the back. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it too much,” I assured her, my voice low and taut. “I like how it fits your body like a fucking glove becauseGod, do I love your body. I like just about everything about it except how goddamn—” I grunted, ripping the laces far enough apart that there was enough give for her to slip it over her head. “Hard it is to getoff.”
Natalie huffed a laugh. “Looks like you managed.”
“Almost.” I gripped the hem of the top. “Arms up.”
Natalie sat straighter and put her arms in the air, letting me slide the corset over her head. I threw it to the floor, where it would likely stay for the rest of the night.
The hottest and most infuriating piece of clothing I’d ever encountered.
I turned back to Natalie to find her leaning back on her hands again, watching me with a hooded gaze. She was naked except for the skirt around her waist, and I didn’t know how to stop staring. Her honey-colored hair was curled in soft waves tonight, flowing over her shoulders, stopping just past her collarbone. Her arms had a warm glow to them from the summer sun, but her breasts were pale, pretty, pink and her nipples puckered, waiting for my mouth.
I’d never been this hard in my entire life. But it wasn’t just my cock that pulsed wildly; it was my entire body. I felt the vibrations of my desire in every single nerve ending when I looked at her.
And I needed to do something about it.Now.
“Don’t move,” I ordered as I began discarding my own clothes, tossing my shirt to the ground and unbuttoning my pants. “Stay right there, just like that.”
I felt panicked, like I couldn’t get to her fast enough.
“I don’t plan on going anywhere, Cameron,” she said, seeming a little entertained at how flustered I was.
I didn’t usuallygetflustered, but this was something else, this entire thing. And the way Natalie looked, sitting there on top of the counter in a kitchen that held some sort of magic and comfort in it, a place that wrapped around me with warmth in the same way she did…it was all so perfect.Shewas perfect.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Natalie.” I shook my head, wishing I had more words,betterwords. “You’re so unbelievable, and I just?—”
Love you.
I just love you, Sunshine. And I don’t know what to fucking do about it.
