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I couldn’t help a sheepish smile. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding as he leaned down, eliminating the space between us. “You’ll look even better screaming my name as you come, though.”
And then his lips were on mine again, pulling an immediate moan out of me.
Yes, yes, yes.
The tender but dominating way he kissed me was unlike anything I’d ever known, and Ilovedit.
Cameron replied with a gritty “Fuck” before he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, urging them to part. I let him in without hesitating, heat rushing through me as he deepened the kiss. It was allsoperfect—the graze of his tongue against mine,his heavy breaths mixing with my own, and the warmth enveloping my entire body.
Actually,warmthwas an understatement. Arousal bloomed inside me rapidly, spreading like an untamed wildfire, leaving me breathless and unsure of what to do. My body had never reacted in such a way to a simple kiss before.
But maybe that was because there was nothing simple about this, what was happening.
Cameron kissed me like it was anart.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer,needinghim closer, but Cameron removed them only a few moments later. He ran his hands from my elbow to my wrists before taking my hands and pushing them back, stretching my arms above my head and anchoring them there. I was trapped beneath him, but in the best way possible. His weight could only be described as delicious and comforting andGod.
“I just want to explore you tonight,” he murmured between kisses. “Learn you. Touch you. See you. Are you ready for that?”
I nodded, eager. He had no idea. Now that I’d given myself fully over to this idea, this desire, I wasbeyondready to let go. I wanted to hand over any sort of control to him until morning.
“If there’s anything you don’t like, you tell me.” He pulled back so he could look down at me. Our eyes connected in a hazed moment that pulsed with longing. “Okay?”
I nodded again, feeling breathless.
“Aloud, Natalie,” he demanded, and I forced a swallow, finding my voice.
“Okay,” I vocalized, and Cameron relaxed a little, satisfied.
“Do we need a word for it, or can I trust you to tell me?”
“I’ll tell you.”
A few years ago, I wouldn’t have been as sure of my ability to say no, not with how Korey had trained me to say yes. But thanks to a lot of processing and practicing, I’d unlearned a lot of that. And Cameron had already respected my boundaries more than once, which made me feel that much more confident in myability to speak up when I needed to, even if he was the one in control here.
“Good girl,” he breathed before dropping to press his lips to mine again.Thank God. I’d already missed them.
Cameron gave me a hard kiss and then started to travel down my body, dragging his mouth across every exposed piece of skin he could find, igniting sparks everywhere he touched. It felt like so much and not enough, all at once.
When he dropped to my stomach, he pushed my shirt up, exposing my abdomen to brush kisses over it, making me squirm with every inch he lowered. I wanted him lower. Ineededhim lower. I ran my fingers over his hair, over curls that were a little too short to really grab onto, and Cameron groaned, seeming to like having my hands on him, in any way.
“Did you know that this shirt is see-through?” Cameron muttered against my stomach, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. They slowly smoothed upward, and I arched forward, wanting to help him find what he was looking for. “I’ve been trying not to stare at the outline of your bra since you took your sweater off.”
I smiled to myself because, yeah, maybe I had done that on purpose.
For the most part, I was a practical woman. My closet truly lacked options for sexy clothes, lingerie, or anything that might have been appropriate for a sex arrangement like this. The best I could really do was layer a tight white shirt over a black bra and hope it did the trick.
Apparently, it did.
“Is it?”
I was struggling with coherent thoughts now that Cameron’s fingers were tracing the underwire of my bra, skating along my skin. It felt like the path his touch had taken would be seared into my skin.
His smile pressed into my stomach, like he knew I was well aware of how transparent my shirt was.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he breathed, nipping at the waistband of my leggings. Meanwhile, his finger was now circling over the cup of my bra, right where my nipple was, sending me reeling from the barely there sensation of him caressing me through the thin fabric.
