Page 35 of Craving

And, Marlon realized with a start, the discomfort he’d experienced today started to ease as well. The memory of that shady strip mall and the greasy loan shark who worked there faded in the background as he held Camilla close. Yes, he wanted to take care of her, but he was getting comfort in return.

Camilla let out a sigh and pulled away slightly, her hand sliding up to rest on his chest. He still held her in the circle of his arms, tilting his chin down to meet her gaze.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. “I think I needed that.”

“Me too.”

He wasn’t quite ready to let her go. His hand slid down to her hip while the other moved up to band across her upper back. She slid her own hand up to tease at the collar of his shirt, the tips of her fingers brushing the side of his neck.

Yesterday, Camilla had told him she didn’t want to get involved. But now she clung to him like she couldn’t bear to let him go.

Looking back on it later, Marlon would wonder who it was that moved first. Did he close the scant few inches between their lips to kiss her, or did she put pressure on his neck to pull him down? How did he end up pulling her tight to his body? How did she end up wrapping both arms around his neck?

Kissing Camilla was like pouring fire into his gut and feeling it spread to his extremities. She let out sweet little moans that stoked the blaze to new heights, the demanding press of her hand on his neck telling him she didn’t want the kiss to end.

Between one heartbeat and the next, he had her on top of the kitchen table and was notched between her spread legs. The heat of her body surrounded him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, his nape. She pulled at his hair to stop him from backing away, her legs hooking around his knees to pull him close.

“We’re breaking the rules,” he grated, holding her jaw with his hand so he could kiss a line along the other side.

She gasped, arching in his arms. “Screw the rules.”

A dark chuckle fell from Marlon’s lips. “You in this sweater makes me hard.” He grabbed a handful of the knit for emphasis.

“You have weird sexual preferences.”

He laughed again, bringing his mouth to hers. When she reached between them to cup his cock over his jeans, he groaned against her lips. She nipped at his lip, then let out a shuddering sigh and rested her forehead on his shoulder. Her hand stroked his fabric-covered length until he thought he’d spill in his underwear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted, but her hand kept rubbing.

“I know.” Marlon’s hand slipped beneath her sweater to feel the skin of her lower back.

“We’re breaking our own rules.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” He lifted her sweater and pulled it off. Her hair was a staticky, frizzy mess that only made him want her more.

Her hand hadn’t stopped its torture. She shaped the length of his cock, squeezing and caressing like she couldn’t help herself. “I want you so much. Forget what I said yesterday. I was delusional. This is better.”

He exhaled, curving his arms around Camilla so he could bring her close. His lips closed over her earlobe before tracing a line down her neck. She arched back in his arms, and he kissed down her collarbone. Her skin tasted like magic.

Needing some way to wrangle control back, Marlon pulled away and slid his hands to Camilla’s hips. Her eyes were at half-mast, her lips glazed from their kiss. She looked mussed and utterly delicious.

“We said no sex,” he said through clenched teeth, using all his willpower to stop himself from coming from her touch. “But we don’t have to have sex to make each other feel good.”

Her fingers slid up to his belt buckle. Her chest moved up and down with every breath. Her fingers rested on his belt buckle, the weight of them heavier than it ought to be. “We each had a rough day. Maybe we just need release,” Camilla agreed, then darted her tongue out to lick her lips. “It doesn’t need to mean anything. Doesn’t need to be anything more.”

“We just need to let off some steam.”

She nodded, slightly dazed. “We can make each other feel good this one time.”

It wouldn’t be one time. If Marlon got to see Camilla’s face when he made her come, he wouldn’t be able to resist coaxing it out of her again. But he dipped his chin and tugged her to the very edge of the table. Her toes just brushed the floor as she spread her knees.

Pressing his hand between her thighs, Marlon groaned at the heat he felt there. He squeezed her pussy like he owned it, then hooked a hand behind her neck and dragged her to meet his lips.

Their kiss turned savage. Camilla gasped into his mouth as he squeezed between her legs once more, pressing the heel of his hand where she needed it most. Her whimper was a gift and a reward all wrapped into one. He wished he could taste her as she used his hand to ease the ache between her legs.

Camilla’s touch was clumsy as she pawed at his crotch, and it turned Marlon on to know she was mindless for him. She rubbed his cock with the heel of her hand as he did the same to her, layers of clothing between them.

“Been listening to you work yourself over with your vibrator every day for over a week,” he said, then sank his teeth into her bottom lip.

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