Page 28 of Certified Heartthrob

“Mark, I really don’t need to hear anything else about…”

“It’s you,” I blurted out, stopping her words cold. “The woman I’ve decided to give a fair chance to...that woman is you.”

Her eyes grew wide as she stood there, gaping at me. “What?”

My smile grew wider. “It’s you.”

“Oh.” She exhaled, her cheeks growing flush. “Oh, I see.”

“I know I’ve been a real jerk,” I admitted, nervously smoothing my palm down the back of my neck. “Maybe it was wrong for me not to just come right out with it earlier in the night, but I’m still...well, scared. The truth is...if I let you slip by without seeing what this could be, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“But I thought there was only one inevitable end to this.” She raised a brow. “Love is a sham, remember?”

I inched in closer until her back was against the door and there was only a sliver of space left between us.

“Help prove me wrong,” I pleaded softly.

She studied my face with her eyes just before they gently closed and her lips parted. Our mouths crashed together as I cupped her face in my hands, tilting her even closer to me so I could drink her in.

“Camille,” I rasped against her lips.

My hands smoothed down her back, cupping her cheeks and lifting her up to wrap her legs around me. With her spread wide in front of me, straddling me as I pinned her against the door, the bulge in my pants pressed against her with a promise...or maybe just a hope.

Her sweet-tasting tongue rolled over mine with a moan. I barely managed to groan, “Should we go inside?”

She nodded and reached back, still kissing me as she turned the knob. This time she led me straight to her bedroom, where we went crashing down onto the mattress. I kissed her slowly, with our hands pulling and kneading into every part of each other we could reach.

She was sparking with sensitivity, crying out at the smallest things...like when I lifted her shirt and nibbled along the curves of her stomach. I kept kissing downward, settling between her legs to tease her through the fabric of her panties with my hot breath.

“It’s really me?” she struggled to say, breathless.

“It’s definitely you.” I grinned, pressing my lips to the damp fabric.

She writhed against the bed, bucking against my mouth. I started tearing off her clothing, one piece at a time, until she was naked in front of me...at my mercy. For all the times I had pissed her off or hurt her, I intended to make up for it with pleasure right then and there.

With everything else out of the way, I stood back and looked her over. “God, you’re beautiful.”

A smile curled at the edges of her lips as I pulled off my own shirt and yanked down my pants. She squirmed in the sheets, reaching for me...silently begging me to come back to her. I had to give her what she wanted. Not just because she wanted me to, but because I wasn’t strong enough to resist whatever pull she had over me.

I moved over her, meeting her face to face. We kissed slowly, breathing in and out with a matching, rising pace as if we were sharing the same breath...passing it back and forth between our lungs, unwilling or unable to break away. She was wet and open wide, pressed against my throbbing desire.

She lifted her feet in the air, wrapping her legs around my hips...just as we had been in the hall, only now there was nothing to keep me from slipping inside of her. I kissed her neck and teased her with the tip of my hardness, but she hiked her hips closer...sliding me inside.

I hissed into the curve of her neck, relishing in the slow burn of her stretching around me and taking me in, inch by inch. The moment I settled deep into her core, everything inside of her seized up and tightened. Our lips crashed back together as I started to thrust in long, slow movements.

We lost ourselves there for an unknown amount of time. Our lips, teeth, and tongues thrashing at one another like our lives depended on it, while I took my time moving inside of her...pushing her where she wanted to go, and did she ever take me there right along with her.

We were both shaking, barely holding on by a thread after a while. I moved faster, desperate to give us both the relief we needed.

Her nails dug into my back, dragging from the top to the bottom like she was branding me. And good God, did it ever drive me wild. Everything she did sent me over the edge, and it only felt better now that I was letting go...letting her consume me in the way I had been fighting against all along.

“Fuck...Mark…” she whimpered breathlessly.

I pushed harder and faster still, groaning against her ear. Our bodies stayed pressed tightly together so that with every draw, I felt every inch of her warm, soft skin gliding against mine.

Our eyes locked and our fingers intertwined as our breaths grew even more ragged and broken. I thrust into her over and over, dancing along with her cries, growing louder each time. Until finally she shuddered around me, clenching tightly and milking me dry. Our bodies shook with the rise and fall that ripped through us, until silence fell and I collapsed on top of her.

We laid in silence for a long time with my head buried in her hair, pressed up against the pounding pulse I could feel through her neck. Finally, I resorted to rolling over to her side, but I kept her pulled close...as if she might slip away if we separated too much.

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