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I was going to die. Or kill her. Or both. She was enjoying this way too much. I couldn’t look at either of them right now, my face burning.
Ruth left the apartment, Cameron watching with a twinkle in her eyes, and she’d just shut the door when Cameron turned back to me, barely suppressing laughter.
“Your friend seems lovely.”
“She… comes over to feed the cat when I’m out, and sometimes she gets stuck in a reality TV marathon sitting on my couch and stays here until midnight…”
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet her,” she laughed, stepping closer to me, slipping her hands down my arms. “But now… I believe we were in the middle of something?”
“Something I’m never going to hear the end of from Ruth now, yes.”
“Let her,” she said lightly, stepping in and pressing a kiss against my neck. I arched against her with a soft moan, sinking into her as she kissed up my neck, down to my collar, walking me slowly backwards until she pressed me into the wall and captured my lips in hers. I let my hands fall to her back, holding her into me as she pressed her body up against mine, heat burning along my front even through the fabric of our dresses, and I surrendered to her.
It started slow, languid, kissing in long motions, before the hunger stirring between us drove us faster, harder, kissing fiercely, hands roaming and grabbing at every part of her, every part of me. She nipped at my bottom lip, tugging lightly as she slipped a hand down my dress, reaching under the hem and teasing along my inner thigh. I gasped against her, desire building like molten rock smoldering in my core, and I felt my thoughts melting away under the heat of it.
I didn’t need to think, to reason, for anything tonight.
She undid the lacing at the back of my dress, opening the clasp and tugging it free, and I moved with her all too readily as she slipped the dress off, pulling it down my arms and dropping it around my ankles. I burned with a prickling heat over every inch of exposed skin—I’d dared to hope tonight, with a set of underwear that wasn’t quite Cameron Mercier lingerie but definitely wasn’t something I’d wear for practicality, lace finishings with ribbon accents all in that deep red that I knew Cameron liked on me, and it paid off with the way she looked at me, eyes roaming down over me with a deep hunger.
“I’d missed this,” she said, dancing her fingertips over my skin, brushing down to my sides, up over the thin band of my underwear along the front of my hip. I bit my lip hard, arching into her, as she dragged her gaze back up to meet mine. “You’re so damn beautiful… I can’t help the things you keep stirring up in me.”
“What, you think I want you to help it?”
She laughed. “No. I think you want to scream my name while I fuck you into your mattress. Is that about right?”
I felt my face burn, but I wasn’t giving in that easily. I looked away. “Someone’s quite confident making decisions tonight.”
“Oh, you don’t want that? Well, please do accept my apologies. Let’s just get that dress back on you, then.”
“Okay. Okay. You win, Cameron.”
She smiled wider, a lusty haze passing over her expression as she bent down and kissed at my collar. “That’s what I thought,” she said, putting her hands on my waist, roaming over my body. The soft, smooth texture of her fingers, expertly skilled, teasing over me, feeling over my body and mapping out every little sensitive spot and everything that made me strain against her tighter…
I’d never known I could need someone like I needed Cameron. She changed everything.
She pressed her lips back against mine, and when I reached around her back searching for the securement on her dress, she moved with me, guiding my hands to the hidden zipper at the back. I fumbled as I undid the clasp and zipped it down, tugging her dress up and moving with her to pull it off over her head. We barely broke off from the heated kissing as I slipped her dress off, and my bra came after, and my underwear too, dropping to the floor and leaving me standing naked against the wall as Cameron stepped back, looking me over, taking me in like I was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. I could have gotten used to that look.
“Bed,” she said. Numbly, I nodded, stepping over my pile of clothes. She picked my dress up from the floor, laid it gently over where she’d draped hers on the back of a chair, and something about the tender reverence she handled the fabrics with just made the fire in my body burn hotter, until she gave me a stern smile. “I gave you a simple instruction, London. Be a good girl.”
I swallowed, stepping back and fumbling through the door into the bedroom. She came in after me and closed the door behind her, her hands falling on my shoulders and pressing me backwards onto the bed, laying me down before she climbed on top of me, sultry and perfect in a silky black underwear set, straddling me on her knees in the bed above me, and I felt myself burn as she took me in—slowly, eyes roaming over me, like I was a feast and she was savoring me.
She could have all she wanted.
She put a finger to my chin, tilting me up to meet her eyes, and she licked her lips slowly before she said, “Tell me what you want, London.”
I burned, my gaze breaking off, looking past her. “I… I want you.”
“Look at me, London. Tell me exactly what you want. And I’ll give it to you.”
She was going to kill me. And I didn’t want it any other way. I swallowed, looking back at her, and I took a long, shaky breath before I whispered, “I… I want you… inside me, Cameron.”
She bit her lip, hard, a wild look crossing over her expression. “God, it’s fucking hot hearing you say things like that.”
She slipped her hand down between my legs, and I arched into her with a gasp, a cry that broke over my lips, as her fingers teased lightly, expertly over my clit. Slipping down through my folds, running through my wetness… I melted into her as she settled in over me, sinking down and pressing her lips against mine in a hot, open-mouth kiss as she worked her fingers into a steady rhythm over my clit. I felt pleasure mounting in me in thrumming waves, building higher, and I whimpered against her touch, against her lips as I hooked a leg over hers, holding her into me, desperate for more of her.
She didn’t rush, taking plenty of time teasing over my clit, dancing along my inner thighs, never too fast or too hard, just taking me higher and lower, my body completely under her control. I heard myself gasping, letting out soft moans against her, and when she broke off from the kiss, I didn’t even control it as I cried out her name, rocking my hips, gyrating against her hand.
“You want me to fuck you now?” she said, her voice deep, gravelly. I nodded, gasping, feeling sweat beading over my body.
