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My hand tightens on her thigh. I press my mouth to her neck and hear myself growl against her skin — low, involuntary, a little feral — and Briar makes a noise that sets my blood on fire. Not fear. No flinch. Hunger.

"God, yes," she breathes. "Cameron —"

I pull back to look at her face. I need to see it. I need to know this is real, that she's not just tolerating it, that the roughness isn't scaring her. What I see is a woman whose pupils are blown wide, whose chest is heaving, whose lips are swollen from my mouth. She looks wrecked and lit up, completely, furiously alive.

"You like that," I say. Not a question.

“Yes.” Not a hesitation.

I kiss her again, harder. My teeth catch her bottom lip, and she whimpers as her hips roll against mine. I reach between us and touch her, and she's wet. Slick. For me. Because of this — the real version of me, unedited, uncaged. “Aw, Briar, you’re soaking for me.”

My voice is barely recognizable. I know my words sound thick right now, unfiltered and unpolished. “You’re perfect for me, you know that? Fucking dripping, and I'm going to take my time with you."

"Cameron —"

"I've been thinking about this." I move my fingers, and she gasps. "Every night in that guest room. Every morning, making your eggs. Every time you walk past me in those leggings." I press my forehead to hers. "I've been going out of my mind."

"Me too," she whispers. "Me too."

I position myself between her thighs. She wraps those powerful limbs around me; her heels press into my hamstrings, drawing me closer. Her hands grip my shoulders. She looks up at me with those eyes—brave, open, certain.

“You need that? Something hard to rub against?” She nods, whimpering, and I give her a firm thrust with my hand, sliding inside her heat. “This is how I get for you,” I say. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. And I’m going to give you what you need.”

Her eyes glitter in the semidarkness. The streetlight filters through her curtains, and I watch her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths. “Cameron. Please.”

I smile. “You don’t need to beg me.” I slide another finger inside her. “Ah, yeah, you need that? Something thick in your pussy to make you come?”

I watch as Briar’s mouth drops open. She’s squirming now, wriggling like she doesn’t know where to grab. She settles on my shoulders, digging her fingers in, blunt nails scraping at my skin as I slide in and out of her body. “Show me.” I bring one hand to her nipple and pinch. She yelps, and it turns to a moan when I stroke it with my thumb after, matching the pace with the thumb of my other hand while two fingers rock inside her tight little channel.

I feel her pulsing, hear her groans and moans bubbling out, and I know she’s close. Hot damn, I’m getting her off right now, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “Briar, baby, let go. You got this.”

Briar bows, her back arching off the bed like she’s in a Pilates class as the vice of her thighs clamps around my hips. She comes with my name on her lips, shrieking through waves of sensation I feel in my fingers.

When the waves subside, I pull my hand from her body, and she looks up at me, breathless, as I bring it to my lips, tasting her. And I’m gone. Permanently altered by the experience of Briar’s arousal. “Fuck, baby. You’re so sweet.”

Her arms go limp as she searches my face, thighs spread, a drunk look on her face. “Cameron, holy shit. I came.”

“Damn right you did.” I slide a hand down her leg, squeeze her calf, and drape it over my shoulders. “We’re just getting started.”

Chapter 20

Briar

I just came harder than I've ever come in my life, and I don’t think it even took very long. And? Cameron Miller is looking at me like he's wired, like there could be more of that.

He has my calf draped over his shoulder and the weight of his hand rests on my thigh, thumb tracing the muscle there. His lips are puffy. His eyes are black in the low light and he looks like a man who just found religion. Did that come from me? From being with me?

I'm still twitching. My body hums with aftershocks, and I can feel my heartbeat in places I didn't know had a pulse. I came on his fingers while his filthy mouth told me to let go, and I did. The sound that came out of me probably woke half the block.

I snap to awareness as his lips trace along the inside of the knee that’s not hooked over his shoulder, and then, with a lick, he drapes that leg over the crane tattoo.

"Cameron," I manage. "I don’t —"

He turns his head and presses his lips to the inside of my calf. The kiss is soft, almost gentle. Then his mouth opens, his teeth drag along my skin, and his eyes stay locked on mine.

My entire body clenches as he shifts. His hands slide under my thighs, spreading them as he settles between them like he’s going to…

I sit up halfway. Well, as best I can with a giant ball of muscle wedged against me. “What are you doing? Ohhhh.”