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“As easy as that? I don’t believe you.”
“Ugh.” I slide out from under his arm, crossing the room to get some distance. “You’re impossible.” I start to go up the stairs, but he grabs my wrist.
I stop, and his thumb runs along the inside of my wrist, making my eyes flutter closed for a beat. Then I turn toward him, and he tugs me into his arms.
“Just so you know, I hate you.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he whispers right before his lips touch mine.
I try to remain strong, but finally having his lips on mine, after all this time, is my undoing. His tongue slides along my bottom lip, asking permission, and I open for him immediately. We’ve gone from zero to sixty in three seconds. Neither of us can get enough. My hands fist his shirt, afraid this moment might end. A moment I’ve waited so damn long for.
His hands venture down my body, grabbing my ass, lifting me so I wrap my legs around his waist. He turns us around and sets me on the edge of the table.
“You know you don’t hate me.” His lips trail small kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Stop talking and keep kissing me.”
That cocky smirk is sexy as hell as I fist his shirt and pull him into me. Our movements are frantic and wild. The hunger between us is alive and building, impossible to stop.
My fingers fly to his shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pushing them down. Cam tears off my shirt, leaving me wearing only my bra. His hands mold to my breasts, and he squeezes them, then his thumbs dip below the cups to tease my nipples. All our movements are frantic and jerky, as though if we don’t do this right now, we’re worried the other one might put a stop to it.
My head falls back on a sigh. “Don’t stop.”
He unhooks my bra, helping me toss it somewhere to the side.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” He bends and takes my right nipple into his mouth while his fingers play with my other one.
I put my hands on the table behind me, arching my back for him.
He takes off his shirt, pulling it by the collar over his head, and stares at me for a second. There’s something different in his expression than just lust. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure? Cam, I’m half naked and begging here. I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
After that, we accomplish getting my shorts and panties off and removing his boxer briefs. I lie on the table, and he grabs my ass, pulling me to the edge while he reaches into a nearby drawer and grabs a condom. I watch him roll it down his considerable length.
“There’s so much more I want to do.” I run my hand down his chiseled abs. This man has the body of a professional athlete.
“We have time, but right now, I need inside of you.” He teases me with the tip of his dick, running it over my clit and making sure I’m wet enough to take him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Chevelle.”
He hammers inside me, and I cry out, the feeling of being so full of him intense. “Don’t say nice things unless you mean them.”
He laughs but doesn’t stop drilling me while one hand explores my body, traveling through the valley of my breasts and down my stomach until he reaches my clit. He puts light pressure on the small bud and that orgasm that’s been there, waiting on the cusp, flickers to life.
I’m a begging, panting mess beneath him, and he watches me with an intense stare filled with lust and hunger. For some reason, it brings me to the brink when our eyes lock. My hips fly off the table and he slows the rhythm slightly as my vision goes black and ecstasy fills my veins.
Once he knows I’ve come, he removes his hand from my clit, grabs my hips, and hammers in and out of me before his back arches and he stills inside me, coming on a groan.
I lie sweaty and exhausted below him as he slowly withdraws out of me, leaning forward and kissing the valley between my breasts. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I try to gather my thoughts as I lie there waiting for him to return. That was intense. Like a firecracker that flared hot and fast before crashing back toward earth.
He disappears into the bathroom. I smile because that was some orgasm. The best ever. I’ve never been that desperate and frantic to be with a man in all my life.
A phone vibrates somewhere, and I sit up to make sure it’s not mine. I grab Cam’s phone off the couch beside the table and see Fisher’s name on the screen. Then I hear another phone buzzing, which must be mine. I drop Cam’s and search for mine.
I’m bent over when Cam returns, his hands grabbing my ass. “I like this view.”
