Page 85 of Sand in My Boots

He clears his throat as his eyes sweep my body again.

“What time are you done working today?” I haven’t a clue what time it is.

“Now.”

“Brilliant. You brought condoms?”

Delight morphs to despair. “Why am I always so unprepared for you?”

“Good thing your ‘I’ll make it up to you’ is a promise you keep well.” I grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom. “How about some foreplay to start? Finish what we started in the lobby?”

“Hell, yes.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and tosses me onto the bed.

“You should rough me up with your stubble.” My skin tingles at the mere thought of him going down on me.

“Oh, cutie,” he begins, pulling his T-shirt over his head. “You might not be prepared for what I’m about to do to you.” The bed shifts as he climbs on, motioning for me to get comfortable. He positions my thighs where he wants them, pushing them wide so he’s got room to explore. I rest on my forearms, a silent observer, pondering how long he’ll drag out the torture. My belly flips with anticipation. Two weeks without his touch was too long. “Mind if I start with these lips?”

“Nope.” He raises a brow, questioning me. “‘Nope’ I don’t mind if you start with those lips. I’m very much looking forward to feeling your tongue and mouth on me.”

His head shakes, a low “tsk, tsk” emanating from his lips. “Ravenous, are you?”

“For you? Always.” I don’t think I’ll ever tire of having this man touch me, no matter where and with which of his body parts.

On his knees, he crawls into place before resting on his calves as his gaze devours me. His abs and torso are on full display, but his khaki cargo shorts conceal his cock.

“Seems hardly fair I’m completely bared to you and you’re hiding away the goods.”

“For good reason, Jude. For good reason.” He pushes his fingers through his hair. “Dessert before dinner is becoming a favorite of mine.”

The words hardly out of his mouth, he leans in to trail his tongue along the inside of my left calf. It’s the softest touch of his tongue, yet electricity pulses everywhere. And when he rubs his jaw along it, I’m a goner.

I fall back against the bed, my eyes closing, reveling in the way his touch feels.

The way the stubble scrapes my thigh. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

He doesn’t spend a lot of time on the left thigh before he treats the right to the same attention.

Licking and rubbing, two sensations high on my list of preferences.

“Yessssss.” I draw out the word, egging him on. Hoping he never stops, yet wanting him to move to my core.

No, needing him at my core.

As if he read my mind, his tongue snakes up my seam in one long lick.

“So good, Cameron. So. Good.” My teeth nibble the inside of my cheek. It feels too much, but I won’t stop him.

Too much of something isn’t always a bad thing.

My torso thrashes on the bed as his tongue works me over, kissing my most sensitive area, sucking my clit into his mouth, drawing moans out of me like it’s his job. The man never misses, and wetness leaks from my opening.

My fingers find purchase in his hair, pulling gently at first, but soon harder as my orgasm builds.

Cameron adds a finger to the mix, pushing inside as he laps up what spills out. His stubble tickles to the pinnacle of pleasure. I smile, knowing he’s leaving his mark. Why it’s so sexy is beyond me.

Probably because of him. We’ve always shared a connection, and it’s strengthened over the days we’ve spent together.

My orgasm takes hold, and Cameron sucks my clit, letting it go with a pop. That’s when I stagger over the edge, ecstasy taking me under its wing, a current of emotions surging through me as his mouth’s assault endures.