Page 30 of Sand in My Boots

His question draws me out of the past, back to the present.

“Since you have to already be ‘hurting,’ you might as well keep your word. Though I have little faith you can manage two from me before you explode. Based solely on last time. ‘Cause I didn’t get one.”

His mouth twitches, and he acts before I realize what’s happening. My back hits the softness of the bed as he rips my skirt and undies down my leg.

“Don’t provoke the bear if you’re not prepared for the consequences.”

“Who says I can’t handle the consequences?”

His green eyes darken, analyzing, as he stands at the foot of the bed. His chest heaves with each inhale and exhale. He’s heated, turned on, and feisty. I don’t remember this from last time, but I’m digging it. I’m digging it so hard right now.

Cameron lowers to his knees, his manscaped chest more at my eye level. A peek down confirms divots of abs. Leaning on my elbows, I can’t take my eyes off him, wondering what he’s going to do next. Wanting him to touch me. To fulfill his promise of orgasms. Heck, one will suffice.

His hands grasp my thighs, his thumbs digging in gently on the inner flesh. He nudges them wider. “Better,” he comments. Just his touch on me has me reeling higher. What’s going to happen when it’s more than his fingers?

Without hesitation, he leans in. When his tongue connects to my clit, I forget everything else around me and collapse on the bed. A moan fills the room. My moan. Like years ago, it only takes a swipe of his tongue to bring out big emotions.

Not that I want him to stop with one swipe. God, no. He owes me orgasms. Two, for starters. I thought I’d be okay with one, but it’s not true. One will not suffice.

I lose focus of everything around me except the way his tongue swirls. The way his thumbs dig deeper into my thighs. It’s a gentle dig, as if he somehow can control the pressure of his fingers, matched with the gentle pressure on my clit from his tongue. It’s like they’re working in tandem.

Though my legs try to fidget, he holds them steady with his hands. Again, it’s a tender holding in place, so he can tease me more. Not let me bring them around his head.

“Cameron.” His name trips out all breathy as my pulse kicks up. My abdomen lifts off the bed, my head thrashing side to side as he licks and sucks. Damn is he making up for last time. For lost time.

Maybe because it’s Cameron, or maybe because it’s this place, but there’s definitely something making me feel a deeper connection.

Making my body react stronger.

Making me feel.

“You can let go, precious. Come for me.”

It’s the most ridiculous thing he could say, but damn if my body doesn’t obey.

“Yes. Yes!”

Waves of euphoria wash over me, ripples of emotions swirling through. The tightness of my abs contracting, the weightiness of my legs being pushed down on the bed, the ecstasy coursing through me, filling me up with something that’s been missing from my life. Something only Cameron can offer.

His tongue doesn’t stop until he’s lapped it all up. It had to be a lot. I’m soaking. From the first touch to the kiss to now, my body’s responded deliciously to him. Thank goodness this is only the beginning. Thank goodness there’s more.

I can’t wait to feel him inside me, to convulse around him, to feel him let go.

“I want you inside me.” I don’t recognize the voice of my demand.

“In due time, Juliana. In due time.”

His voice is closer to me, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring down at me, a smug expression dancing on his face.

“Why not now?” I’m not sure I leave the whine out of my question. This is what he does to me. One is not enough. While it’s good with his tongue, I need more. I need the space filled. Filled with him. “You can pull out.”

“No.” His finger trails down my cheek. “Don’t let the frustration take away from how sated you feel. You’re gorgeous.”

Shifting myself on the bed, I try another angle. “You must be hurting. Unless none of that affected you.”

His eyes roll. “Truth?”

“Yes.”