Page 65 of Fractured Souls
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and I shut the fallboard. Cam grips me around the waist, pulling me onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” My breath stutters when he pulls me closer, and the ridge in these damn sweatpants brings me to life.
“What can I do?”
A sharp laugh escapes my lips. “The list is so big and endless. It has plot devices, annotations, and commentary.” I drink in his laugh. The amount of power he holds over me is lethal. “With great power . . .”
He grins wide. “Comesgreat responsibility.” He drinks me in. “What things do you like, Bo?” Well, sitting in his lap is a damn treat for one. My hand rests on his bicep, and I feel the muscles bunch underneath my fingertips. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Embarrassment seeps into the arousal I feel. “I uh, don’t know. I really only ever blew guys.” My face flames. “In college, ya know. I uh—”
“No, I got it.”
The amount of relationships I’ve been through with him is obscene—woman after woman has come and gone—yet there’s a spark of darkness in him, and I should hate the jealousy in his golden eyes. He has no right to it. But I have to admit, it makes me feel good. I like seeing him like this. Bothered. Untethered. Hungry.
I know goofy, clumsy, silly Cam.
Camden Almeida with a dash of lust and jealousy may end me.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” He jerks back, all the darkness in his eyes a second ago replaced by his golden retriever warmth. “You’ve only given guys head?” I nod. “And they returned it?”
How can I tell him this. “I usually do it. I don’t know, it’s just easier.”
“What do you mean easier? How hard is it to sit back and let someone please you?”
“Cam, why are you psychoanalyzing me right now?!” While I’m in his damn lap, pressed against quite possibly the greatest dick of all time. I want to taste it! “Not everyone is as confident as you are, okay? It’s just easier to give and not have to overthink with someone else doing things to me. Do they like it . . . do I look weird . . . do I—”
“Look weird?”
How do I tell the most confident man in the universe I have self-esteem issues. “I’m not sure you’re aware, but not everyone is six-two with a goddamn six pack, a big dick, and an ass made to sink teeth into.”
Cam grins. “You want to sink your teeth into my ass?”Of course that’s what he got from that. I fold my arms over my chest before I use my hands to pinch him.
“I am the opposite of turned on right now.”
Cam cradles my head in his hand. Darkness back. Eyes hooded. “I think that’s bullshit,” he whispers. “I think you’re beautiful. Hot. Sexy.” His other hand smooths up my thigh then slips under the mesh of my boy shorts, grabbing my ass. “And I love foreplay.” Cam leans in, pressing a soft kiss on my neck. “I love to touch . . .” He picks me up swiftly with one arm, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I love to taste . . .” A throaty moan escapes me when his teeth scrape my collarbone. “I love to hear how good I make someone feel.”
“Cam, I . . . I feel . . .” A soft groan leaves my lips. His hand dips inside my briefs to squeeze my cock. He nips at my throat, and my fingers dive into his hair, holding him to me.”
“Can you sit up here? It won’t break, right?” I look back at the lid of my upright piano. It’s against the wall, the top wide enough for me to sit on. It should be fine. I nod fast, still holding on to him as he gets up to place me on the lid. “Can I, Bo?” He stands in front of me, between my parted knees, as my legs dangle off the top. There’s enough room for me to comfortably sit on here with my back leaning against the wall.
I nod, not having the words to say anything else.
Insecurity tries to get the best of me. I can’t even fix my lips and lie about not wanting this. I want it more than anything. I leave his shirt on. I may not understand what’s happening with him lately—with us—but I do understand how bad I want this. How much his eyes are dripping with mutual need.
“I love seeing my shirt on you.”
“Why?”
A blush sprinkles across his bronze cheeks. “It’s a thing.” He cups me under my knees, pulling me a little closer to the edge. “It turns me on seeing my clothes on someone.” Gripping the back of one knee he lifts my leg for him to press a kiss on the inside. “Seeing you wear my clothes.” He chuckles softly against my skin. “Please, Bo.”
“You like?”
His warm hooded eyes graze over me as he nods. “I love. Lie back, Bo.”
I have the urge to draw my legs together. I’ve never had anyone this close to me before.
Noah comes to mind, but even then there was an awkwardness drenching that room that kept me from really enjoying it. This is different. This means something, and I don’t know . . . Thedifference between us is obvious. Hell, the difference between me and any of Cam’s exes is noticeable.
