Page 76 of Already At Risk
“You can stare. I don’t mind,” I said before sucking in, shocked at how such a featherlight touch could cause so much heat within me, how it could shoot straight between my thighs, creating such a strong, undeniable ache. My whole body buzzed like a live wire.
“That’s good. I plan on doing a lot of staring tonight.”
The huskiness of his voice caused the buzzing to grow louder, my body shakier. I should maybe feel self-conscious about the idea of having Cameron Bryant so entirely focused on me and my body, but I didn’t. Nerves had nothing to do with the hammering of my pulse. It was only anticipation, heat, want,desperation.
My nipples pebbled, and Cameron groaned in response, immediately taking note. He swiped his finger across one with more pressure, making me arch higher, needing more. And then he gave it to me, cupping his hand roughly over my bra, squeezing me in a way that made me gasp. The quick shift between his gentle exploration and gruff command of my body wasexhilarating. I loved that I had no idea what to expect from him, that every touch was new, that the possibilities of what might happen were endless. And somehow I knew, from just this very first taste, that they were all going to begood. Maybe even great.
Cameron’s fingers dipped over the top edge of my bra, and he captured my peaked nipple between them, pinching, causing me to cry out in both surprise and delight.
Great. It was definitely going to be great.
“So responsive.” Cameron’s raspy voice sounded incredibly pleased as he yanked on one side of my pants and pressed his mouth to my bared hip bone—sucking, teasing, licking.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his comment. “I haven’t been touched for a long time,” I admitted.
“A fucking travesty,” Cameron growled, dropping both of hishands to my hips, hooking fingers in my waistband. “This body deserves to be worshipped. You realize that, right, Natalie?”
I looked down to find his smoldering gaze on me, his movements paused as he waited for my answer.
Nodding slowly, I struggled with words. Cameron was poised between my legs, hands ready to rip my pants off completely.
“Don’t let anyone touch you ever again unless they’re going to do a good fucking job of it. Understand me?”
His voice was brusque while his eyes bored holes into me with their intensity, as though he could barely contain the way he wanted me but was determined to on my behalf, wanting to take things at a pace that would work for me.
But while I appreciated how careful he was being, I didn’t need it. Or even really want it. I’d been dancing along the edge of a release fordays. He realized that, right?
“Will you do it?” I whispered. “Please?”
“Oh, Natalie.” Cameron’s expression twisted in something akin to pain, but he didn’t explain himself. Hedidtighten his grip on my pants, sliding them down my legs in one swift movement. Eager, I helped him, kicking off the stretchy fabric until it was tossed somewhere else in his room.
Cameron found my hips within seconds, kneeling before them like they were his altar. His lips returned to my skin, kissing from my pelvis inward, nipping at the edges of my underwear, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to get rid of them or not.
“Are you wet, Sunshine?” he asked, moving to press open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs, spreading me wide on the bed for him. “Have I made you ruin another pair of panties yet?”
“Yes,” I confessed and looked down to find him staring at me with naked hunger.
He warned me that he was going to do that—stare. But I hadn’t expected him to be quite so bold about it, quite so openly transfixed by me, especially considering I wasn’t even naked yet.
“I can tell.” It was a barely audible murmur. “A drenched little pussy, all for me.”
His words—so dirty—and his voice—so deep and gravelly—made me tremble with need.
“For you,” I agreed and then held my tongue to keep from asking,begginghim to touch me. His gaze speared into me, making me feel like I was on fire. My pulse pounded between my legs, a throbbing that went beyond anything that other men had made me feel, and Cameron had barely done anything. I didn’t understand it.
I felt his touch a moment later and practically sobbed in relief, pressing my lips together to keep it from coming out. But he didn’t go where I expected him to, where Ineededhim to. Instead, Cameron slid his finger beneath the hem of my underwear, sliding it to the side, baring my pussy for him. His touch ran down the side of my slit, skirting away from anything that could give me relief, and I wanted to cry.
I’d never been this turned on in my life, and I had no idea what to do about it.
“So pretty.” His awed, raspy voice rolled over me, only adding to my need. “I’ve thought about this, about you, so much, Natalie. I can’t believe—” He swallowed the rest of his words with a low groan, and I looked down to see that one of his hands was fisting the blanket beneath us. “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch.”
The command was tight, a slight edge to it. But also reassuring, wanting me to know that this was everything to him.
I slid my hand down my body, tentatively trailing my fingers between my legs.
I’d touched myself plenty of times. It was usually the only way I got off in my later years of marriage with Korey, when he’d either barely touch me or only touch me for his own benefit.
But this felt different. It even felt different from the other night when Cameron talked me through it on the phone. Something about his presence, his watchful gaze, his reassurance. This supervised exploration of my body seemed like it would take me further than it ever had before.
