Page 31 of Wild and Bright

How is it always this way when I’m with her? How do I always feel so light and easy when we have these rare quiet moments with just the two of us, when at other times she drives me to absolute insanity?

“Even with your big ol’ honker,” I say.

She gasps when I grab her by the waist and press her against the counter. My body flush with hers, I lower my head and press a hard kiss against her neck. “Sorry,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ve been waiting hours for you to get home, and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

NINE

Lauren

I can’t believe I’m here, standing on this polished wood floor and surrounded by walls of glass. I feel almost dazed, unable to believe that I live here now. Cam, on the other hand, didn’t glance at the ocean when he brought me inside his bedroom, even as the sun set behind the water, turning the whole coastline purple.

His gaze hasn’t left my face.

He now hovers over me, his breathing unsteady after all those kisses. He’s nearly undressed with only boxers covering that fully erect cock that peeks out slightly at the waistband.

My God, he’s even more beautiful than when we were teenagers.

He was always lean with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—a gift of nature—but all of this muscle is new. It’s yet another sign of how drastically our lives have drifted apart these last few years. He looks like this because he’s rich. He can afford an in-house gym and expensive food, and he has the type of job that allows him to do what he likes, when he likes it.

I refuse to let it intimidate me, even though my belly is softer now with an array of stretch marks. Even though my boobs hang much lower than they used to, and my nipples are bigger from breast feeding.

I lift my chin and meet his eyes, making an effort to stare at him boldly. I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift it up slowly. As if on cue, his eyelids grow heavier. Just as I pull the shirt over my shoulders, I catch the scent of my armpits.

Shit.

So much for boldness.

After tossing my shirt on the floor, I frown. “I’ve been sweating all day at SeaWorld. I stink. Do you mind if I take a shower first?”

He scowls. “Yes, I mind! My dick minds. I don’t care if you’re sweaty.”

“I care though.” I smile ruefully. “I need to feel sexy in order to enjoy myself. I don’t feel sexy right now. And I know what a hygiene freak you are, which only makes me more self-conscious.”

“I’m only a hygiene freak with myself. With you it’s different. I like the way you smell. And I can’t wait another second.” His eyes grow intent on my face. “I think I might die if you make me wait.”

His words make my belly catch fire. I give myself a moment to take in the intensity of his gaze as he stares at my half-clothed body. Goodness, it feels good for him to want me this much.

“Trust me when I tell you won’t like the way I smell right now.” I lift my hands and point to each armpit.

He shuts his eyes and groans. “I really don’t mind. I like the smell of your pussy. It’s pheromones. Your sweat won’t bother me. It’s science…probably.”

I can’t keep my mouth from falling open. “You’ve only ever been around my pussy once.”

He stares at me for a long moment. “I have a good memory. A really good memory when it comes to you.” He winces, looking almost pained. “Can we please have sex now? I’ll plug my nose if it will make you feel better. I’ll do fucking anything.” His eyes are pleading.

“Oh we can have sex now, and don’t bother plugging your nose. That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, what you just told me. Like, literally the hottest. I feel like a fucking sex goddess right now. I want to rub my pussy all over your face.”

He exhales heavily as he approaches me. “Please do.”

And with that, he lifts me by the waist and tosses me onto the bed.

I sit up, thrusting my chest forward and reaching behind my back. “Self-consciousness gone,” I say as I unhook my bra strap. As soon as my bra falls, I hiss. I lift my hands to my tits and cup them to ease the pain. “It always hurts after being in the same bra all day.”

When I look up at Cam, his eyes are fixed on my tits. “Rub them.”

I lift a brow. “You like this.”

“Yes.” His voice is tight.

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