Page 94 of Already At Risk
“They can be hard to escape in the summer.”
“Yeah,” I agreed with a sigh and then pointed to the paper bag in his hands. “What’s that?”
“Tacos.” He lifted a brow. “Did you think I was kidding about spicing your night up?”
I mimicked his expression. “Are we also working on the case? Because then I might need to change my undergarments.”
If I’d misunderstood his intentions about tonight, I was going to beverydisappointed.
“Don’t.” A flare of heat crossed Cameron’s face as his voice dropped. “The only reason you’d need to change would be to take them off.”
Oh, thank goodness.
“I thought you might like having that honor.”
Cameron cleared his throat, gripped his knees, and stood.
“Inside.”
It was only one word, but it did something to me, reminding me of the short, hot commands he’d given last week when I was in his bed. And Lord, I was desperate to experience that again.
But I was also finding that teasing a stoic man like Cameron Bryant could be alotof fun, too.
My lips cocked to the side. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until the stars peek out? I could tell you some stories.”
Cameron didn’t miss a beat.
“Is that really what you want right now?” He slung his hand in his pocket and leaned down, speaking in a way that had the hair rising on the back of my neck. Brusque but sensual and smooth at the same time. “I certainly wouldn’t mind sitting here with you all night long, Natalie. But did you invite me over so I could stargaze? Or so I could fuck your needy pussy?”
I pressed my lips together, struggling to keep a straight face when he talked like that. “Technically, I think you invited yourself over.”
“Oh, you’re mouthy tonight.” His eyes glinted. “We’ll have to fix that.”
My stomach flipped, a clear indication that I was in for a treat.
“Inside, Mama,” Cameron said, his voice lower and a touch more demanding. And this time, I didn’t dare say anything back. I stood on legs that felt like jelly and opened the front door, slipping inside. Cameron followed, and I heard the click of the lock when he turned it behind us.
My footsteps faltered, my breath hiccupping as my stomach hurtled into my throat. It was the anticipation. What it meant to hear him close the door, closing us in together. Alone again.
Cameron’s hands shot out, steadying me while gripping my hips. My knees grew weak as he pressed himself into me from behind, his head dipping to my neck.
“You good?” he murmured, lips flirting with my racing pulse point.
Tipping my head, I looked over my shoulder at him. Our eyes connected, tangible, frenzied energy running between us as I nodded, biting down on my lip. Cameron’s gaze dropped to my mouth, and he swore beneath his breath. Unable to break away, I reached back, cupping my hand behind his neck.
He knew what I wanted. There was a headiness to his gaze as he watched me.
“Natalie,” he rasped. “If I kiss you here, we’re never making it up the stairs.”
“That’s okay,” I said with a laugh but forced myself to break away and lead him further into the house, trying to ignore the electric current running through my body.
When I turned to face Cameron fully, he stared me up and down. Then he dropped the paper bag on the coffee table, and it landed with a thud.
“Dinner can wait this time,” he said, and it was the first time I’d really noticed a hint of unsteadiness in his tone.
“I’m okay with that, too,” I breathed while my fingers toyed with the hem of my shift dress, wondering if I could summon the confidence to take it off. I suspected I could, considering how Cameron’s gaze continued to dance over me, staring hungrily, spurring me on. “Do you want to see?”
“Do I want to see?” Cameron repeated, a touch of disbelief in his voice. “As in, do I want to see you take your dress off?”
