Page 23 of The Dragon’s Accidental Manny

“You wanted a kiss.”

“Right.” His voice in my ear and hands clawing at my clothes reassured me, and I placed my lips on his jaw. “Like this?”

Cam moaned, and I brushed my crotch against his. “You call that a kiss.” His breathy voice was barely above a whisper as he hooked a thumb in my belt loop and tugged. The possessive gesture gave me more confidence, and I tilted his head, giving me access to his neck.

“Oh, you want more?” Starting at the base of his throat, I trailed kisses over his skin before reaching his jaw. Pausing at his mouth, I peppered kisses around it and kissed the tip of his nose before skimming my lips over his brow.

Cam panted and whimpered that he wanted me as he fumbled with the buttons. But after yanking one button off and ripping the fabric, he gave up. He stroked my cheek and placed his lips on mine, giving me soft feathery kisses before he grazed my bottom lip, sending heat surging through my veins.

I gripped him hard so he couldn’t move, allowing me a moment while my heart raced and I caught my breath.

“Too much?” His puzzled expression as he looked up at me touched my heart.

I shook my head. “Slowly, Cam.”

He grinned against my lips, and I traced my tongue around his mouth making him shiver. He ground against me, sending more blood to my length and leaving little room in my pants.

Sliding my hand over his hip, I squeezed his ass, and he whimpered.

“More of that, please.”

“Oh, you want both hands?” I caressed his butt, and he swayed his hips.

“Speaking of hands.” He squeezed his between us and brushed over the ridge in my pants. “Mmmm.”

After nibbling his lower lip and teasing it with my tongue, he parted his lips, and I darted inside. The mint of his toothpaste and his own wild-honey scent tangled, and I wanted to breathe him in and nothing else.

But the need to be closer and to possess him was overwhelming, and I parted his legs with my knee. He panted against my throat, his cool breath billowing over my heated skin.

Cam clutched my hair and yanked it. My skin sizzled as the heat beneath it increased. I moaned into his mouth. His tongue skimmed over mine, before curling around it and flicking it.

Cam draped his arms around my neck, and I rested my cheek against his as we breathed in heavily, and his breath laced with mint was cool against my face.

“I was hoping for more than a kiss,” he whispered. He poked his head around me. “And you have a very nice bed. And a rug.” He pointed to the light fixture, cocked a brow, and smirked. “All can be put to good use.”

“Cam! The light? That’s not a thing” This man never ceased to shock me, and right now with him in my bedroom, his lips swollen from kissing, I was willing to keep on being surprised.

His cheeky grin reassured me about the light, maybe, but his eyes narrowed to half mast as he took my hand and walked backward, leading me to my bed. He let go of me, and I reached for him, not wanting to be apart, but he toppled onto the mattress. I wanted to pounce on him and shred his clothes, but he deserved patience and to be allowed to savor the moment.

He tore off his PJ shirt but left the pants on. He raised a brow at my button-down and jeans. Damn, I was overdressed. He beckoned me closer, reminding me of a siren. I sank to my knees on the thick carpet and gazed hungrily at his naked chest, heaving up and down.

Leaning over him, I captured a nipple with my lips and it grew hard. He raked his nails over my shoulder and writhed on the bed before I bit his nipple.

“Gods, yes, just like that.” Cam grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, sending waves of pleasure rippling over me.

With one more flick of his nipple, I licked to his belly button and stuck my tongue in. Cam squealed and slipped a finger into his waistband, but I nudged it away, and using my teeth, I lowered his PJ pants, inch by inch. He whined, saying I was too slow, and I glanced up at him with his pants between my teeth.

“Slow is good.” We had the rest of our lives, I hoped.

The soft cotton fabric slid over his shaft and revealed the tip of his cock with pre-cum at the very end. I caught it with one finger and brought it to my lips, wanting to savor every part of him. Lapping it off, I removed his pants, and he spread his legs, showing me his hole, glistening with slick.

I got on the bed and hovered over him. Our eyes locked on one another, and I bent over him and licked from the base to the tip of his shaft. Cam groaned and fisted the bedding before raising one leg and placing a foot on my chest. He shoved me away, and I sank onto my haunches, unsure what to do, but his eyes gleamed with mischief as he plucked at my shirt.

“Might be a good idea to get rid of your clothes.”

My shirt was on the floor, and I unzipped my pants, one metal tooth at a time. Cam’s eyes smoldered when I slid them over my hips and I regretted putting on briefs after my shower.

“Keep going.” He craned his neck, trying to get a good look at my crotch.