Page 40 of All Mine

Lauren

Camden met my eyes, his fingers grazed up my jawline into my hair, and his lips were on mine in an instant. Holy shit, Camden was kissing me, soft and tentative at first, surprising for such a bold, confident man.

Time may have ceased as his grip dug into my hips, his gentle kiss turned fiery, and he claimed me, hungry and plundering. His lips explored mine, our mouths glued together, tongues dueling. The bitter taste of beer from Lou’s still on his lips.

My heart pounded, threatening to break through the ribcage that confined it. I pressed even closer, Camden’s lean, muscled chest sliding under my hands while threading his silky hair through my fingertips; he shivered.

I gave into my growing hunger. Had I ever been kissed like this?

My body hummed with need. I had to get closer, shoving my fingers under Camden’s shirt, running over his bare skin. And his hands wedged into my back pockets. He did like my butt. Camden was the absolute worst guy to do this with, but I’m pulled to him by an unseen bungee. I should stop and walk away. Instead, I’m once again wrapped around him, practically climbing him, unable to get close enough, and needing more, which he gives. It was a million degrees outside, which had nothing to do with the humidity. He nipped my bottom lip as we broke apart a second time, gasping for air.

My libido was running the show, and I grabbed his hand. “Come on,” I whispered, voice breathless. He didn’t argue, but walked alongside me across the field and over to the bakery. I led him to the backdoor.

“Here?” he asked.

“Third-floor apartment,” I said, fumbling with my keys. It didn’t help that his hands gripped my hips, digging in, and his lips peppering soft kisses down my neck, sending electric shivers pulsing down my spine.

What was I doing? Was I really taking Camden home? His teeth grazed my neck gently. Yeah, I was doing this.

The lock on the door turned with a loud clunk, and we tumbled inside. I secured the bolt and pulled Camden up the stairs and over to the third-floor door. The steps to my attic room were narrow and dark.

“You said this was storage.”

“Yep. I store myself.”

“Isn’t it creepy in this old house all alone?” he asked.

“Used to be,” I said, pulling him into my one-room abode. But, I’m not interested in conversation, and thankfully, neither is he. Camden caught my other hand, pulling me against him, his lips finding mine.

I moved backward, and he followed without breaking the kiss until my calves unexpectedly bumped the bed. Camden kept me from falling. Nose to nose, he grinned, reached around me, and gripping my thighs, toppled me backward onto the bed in one swift motion. A laugh escaped as I hit the mattress, and his large body coming down on top of mine pushed me to the center. The springs on the hide-a-bed frame squeaked in protest.

“Off,” I pant, grabbing at the hem of his T-shirt. He obliged and sent his shirt off the side of the bed. He was smooth, chiseled, and sinewy. His dark brown eyes were heated and black in the filtered streetlight coming in through the window. Yep, Camden Carter would do nicely for my foray back into men.

“Now you,” he growled. “I want to see this pink, lacey thing that’s been driving me crazy all night peeking out in glimpses.” Within seconds my shirt joined wherever his shirt went. I’m no slouch in the exercise department, but under the direct perusal of such a fit man, my mind flickered a beat of doubt.

A guttural sound came from his chest, and goosebumps prickled my flesh in the wake of the little kisses he pressed along my collarbone. Volts of electricity shot through me at each caress. He made quick work of my bra clasp, and it too joined our shirts somewhere in the oblivion. I managed to gracefully slide one shoe off, but the other wouldn’t budge. Camden shifted, untied the offending shoe, and slowly pulled it from my foot. His hands grazed up my legs and set sparks through my jeans.

His bodyweight pressed me into the mattress, lighting me on fire and killing me with sparks. His kisses a mix of possessive and demanding, mixed with tender, and we got lost in a tangle of each other. My body instinctively rocked against the bulge in his jeans, my breath catching.

“Not yet,” Camden said, voice trembling. His mouth explored over my skin, my back arching up to meet his lips.

Yes, now. The words were on my lips but caught in my throat. Camden’s kisses stopped at my waist, then he leisurely made his way back up to my lips, his stubble scraping against the soft skin of my stomach. Need building from my core and swirling through me. I craved the release, but he was somehow whipping me into a greater frenzy, hovering over me, without going below my waistband.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, needing him against me. With him right where I needed it, a moan escaped. He rolled to the side and deflected my reach for his belt, snatching my hand and kissing each finger.

“There’s no need to rush,” he said, voice husky.

No need to rush? This guy has no idea how long it’s been. He didn’t understand that I’ve lived a celibate existence the past couple of years. It hadn’t been a big deal up until that moment. Every nerve ending was firing through my body, and I was more alive than ever. He’s not what I expected in the sack, and I needed him to finish me off.

“I’m planning to enjoy every last bit of you slowly,” he whispered, biting my earlobe and palming a breast.

“It’s already been slow,” I breathed, my breath irregular and ragged.

Lying next to me shirtless, in low-slung jeans with a disappearing trail of hair from the belly button down and looking every ounce the sexy male I wanted to bite. A smile spread across his face.

His mouth covered mine, and again I’m lost in the sensations. Until my pants getting unbuttoned brought me back.

“You’re so beautiful,” Camden whispered, his fingers sliding into my panties. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He found my bundle of nerves, and my back arched automatically, lungs caught, unable to inhale as his fingers explored, finding a rhythm. With every move pushing me closer, he held me on the edge.

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