Deadly Descent (32 page)

“No.” He raised his head, and the sincerity in his expression made her heart turn over.
He looked almost tortured.
“You’re not ready.”

“Yes I am.” She’d never been readier in her life.

His eyes burned bright enough to sear her skin.
“I want to take care of you first.
I’m not going to last five seconds when I get inside you, so
help
me, dammit.
Tell me what you need.”

Loving him more than ever, she reached up and touched his flushed cheekbone.
“Just you.
That’s it.” She didn’t care if he only lasted five seconds as long as she got to feel him inside of her.
They could work on the finesse part later.

The muscle in his jaw twitched before he finally sat up.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and drew them down her legs, pausing to carefully pull them over her sore knee.
He tossed them over his shoulder without looking up from her black lace panties.
His throat moved visibly when he slid his hands beneath her to undo her bra and gently pull it off.

Already hard with arousal, her nipples stiffened even more under the intensity of his stare.
The ache grew painful.
“Cam, just—”

He covered her mouth again, this time for a kiss so slow and seductive she melted for him.
That’s what it felt like, as though everything inside her was turning liquid.
When he finally drew his tongue over her lips one last time and lifted his head, she couldn’t move.
Spellbound, she watched his lashes lower as he turned his attention to her neck and shoulders.
He touched her collarbone with reverent fingertips, and she held her breath.
The anticipation was driving her insane, but it was the most delicious thing she’d ever experienced.

His fingers trailed lower, barely skimming over the surface of her skin, raising goose bumps in their wake.
His expression was totally absorbed, one hundred percent of his attention focused on what he was doing.
Beneath his worshipful gaze and careful touch, she felt like the most beautiful, desirable woman on earth.
With a sigh, she allowed her lids to flutter closed as the pads of his fingers grazed the lower swell of her right breast.
He touched her delicately, the tenderness of it at odds with the hunger on his face and the rigid lines of his body.

But she couldn’t wait anymore.
Her back curved to push her breast into his hand, and she groaned in relief the instant her distended nipple came into contact with his hard palm.
He cupped her gently, flicking his thumb across her nipple, looking up into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

Devon sank her teeth into her lower lip and stared back at him, the molten heat turning her limbs heavy.
“More,” she whispered, tugging the back of his neck to bring his head down.
She wanted to be in his mouth, to feel the drag of his tongue against her aching flesh.
But he refused to be rushed.
He stayed where he was, his mouth inches from her tingling, desperate nipple, and turned his attention to the other one.
She tightened her grip on his nape and pulled.
“Cam, don’t tease me.”

Bracing his weight on one arm, he finally allowed her to tug his head down and gently took her into his mouth.
The scorching heat and satin smooth caress of his tongue made her cry out.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, her spine arcing to increase the pressure against her nipple.
He sucked slow and firm, each pull of his mouth sending bolts of sensation between her legs.
She moved restlessly, and the hamstrings in her left leg grabbed in a vicious spasm.
Devon gasped and went rigid, fighting the pain as it warred with the pleasure.
Instantly Cam lifted his head and one hand moved to grip the back of her thigh, squeezing the muscles with just enough pressure to ease the contraction.

The pain faded, and she let out a sigh of relief, relaxing back into the mattress.
His fingers continued to rhythmically massage the tight muscles.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was deep.
Full of repressed hunger.

She looked him straight in the eye with a disbelieving stare.
“Don’t you
dare
stop.” She’d die if he did.
“Do that again,” she urged, curling her spine and bringing his head down, moaning softly at the feel of his mouth enveloping her once more.
Oh, that was
good
.

“So beautiful, Dev,” he whispered against her skin.
He caressed and laved the curves of her breasts, sucking her nipples until she cried out and moved her good leg restlessly.
She needed him to touch between her legs.
“Stay still.”

The hand on the back of her injured leg stroked upward, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
God
.
All she wanted was to get him naked and pull him inside of her, but he was taking his own sweet time getting to that.
His clever fingers skimmed up her inner thigh to her hipbone, pausing to caress the edge of her panties, following the line of lace down, down to where she wept and ached for his touch.
Then back up, torturously slow.
“Cam—you’re killing me,” she quavered, pressing her head back into the pillow and praying for patience.
Her heart was pounding.

“I’m loving you,” he corrected in a hot whisper, then took her nipple deep into his mouth as his palm brushed over the damp lace covering her core.

Devon cried out and dug her fingers into his shoulders, silently begging him to take her.
“Just pull them off—”

He smothered her desperate plea with another scorching kiss, sliding his fingers beneath the edge of the lace to graze her slick flesh.
She forgot how to breathe.
Every cell in her body cried out for mercy, but he kept stroking, making her hotter and wetter, sliding up to circle her swollen clitoris before trailing down to tease her entrance.
A strangled whimper came out.

“Shh.
I want you ready.”

“God, I
am
,” she moaned, mindless with need.

“Sure?” he whispered against her lips, pulling back just far enough to avoid her famished kiss and tease her with another luscious stroke of his tongue.

“Yes!” God, she was going to attack him if he didn’t get a move on, her stupid knee be damned—

The slow, firm stroke of his finger inside her made every muscle in her body go rigid.
She panted, clenching her eyes shut against the exquisite frustration of having not quite enough pressure, not quite enough friction.
Dammit, she needed
more
.
She was so close…

Reaching out blindly, she grabbed hold of his waistband and yanked at the button and zipper hiding what she needed more than she needed her next breath.
Her hand closed around the rigid length of him through his boxer briefs, and her whole body tightened in agony.
He was long and hard, and hot enough to scald her palm through the fabric.
She couldn’t wait to feel him moving inside her.
Pushing aside the soft cotton underwear, she wrapped her fist around him, savoring the feel of the slippery drops weeping from the tip.

Cam’s lids dropped down, his expression a study in pained ecstasy as she squeezed and stroked.
His finger continued its wicked torment in and out of her body, but at least now they were both suffering.
The muscles in his chest and shoulders stood out sharply, and his breathing was heavier.
She wanted to touch and kiss and lick every inch of him, but all that would have to wait.
Right now she needed him inside her before she died from the emptiness.
When his finger slid up around her throbbing clit this time, her patience snapped.

“Don’t make me wait any more,” she demanded hoarsely.

Cam lifted his lids and stared down at her.
His magnificent body was rock hard with unrelieved tension, his eyes blazing with it.
Then, thank God, he pulled his hand free of her panties and dragged the rest of his clothes off.
She barely had enough time to see him in his full naked glory before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and ever so slowly dragged them down her legs.
His eyes stayed on the flesh he’d revealed between her thighs, and something very close to a growl tore from his chest.

Empty, aching, she reared up to grab him around the shoulders and dragged him down to her.
The instant their naked skin touched she moaned and wrapped her right leg up and around his hips, opening for him.
Waiting.
Needing.

Reaching back, he fished a condom out of his pants and tore it open.
His gaze moved slowly up her trembling body until he met her eyes.
The fierce emotion she saw there made her eyes sting.
Taking her hand, Cam gently brought it to his thick erection, handing her the condom.
Stealing a glance down at the pulsing length of him, she smoothed the condom over the swollen head and rolled it down the length of the shaft.
Cam shuddered once, bending to kiss her.
Releasing him, she lightly caressed the tight sac beneath and swallowed his rough groan.
Her tongue rubbed over his while she gripped his ass and pulled him to her.

“Please,” she breathed, lifting her hips, rubbing the head of his erection over her wet folds.
“I need you.”

He brushed his fingertips over her hot cheek, his eyes smoldering.
“I’m going to take care of you.”

She shivered at the ironclad vow.
“I know.”

Stretching out full length on top of her, Cam lowered his weight onto his elbows and settled between her thighs.
She felt the heat of him against her, the pressure as he moved into place.
Then heavy, blissful stretching as he filled her inch by slow inch.
Gasping, she curled her lower back to bring him deeper.
The shift in angle made the glow inside burn hotter.
Her muscles grabbed hold of the thick intrusion greedily, bearing down on him, increasing the heat and the ache.
She moaned and tightened around him, holding on for dear life.
Nothing had ever felt this good.

The muscles in his arms and back trembled as he pushed in as deep as he could go, until all of him was buried inside her.
His head sagged and a deep, primitive snarl ripped free.
Sparks of light exploded behind her tightly closed lids.
His hands burrowed into her hair, holding her head still while he kissed her hard and deep and wild.
Then he began to move.
Hard, steady strokes that ignited every nerve ending in her body.

Devon clutched him throughout the rhythmic pumping, sobbing out his name while the incredible pressure built within her.
He was right there with her, moaning and shaking in her arms, pushing her higher up the cliff with each sinuous movement of his body.
She felt the wetness of her tears on her cheeks, but was too lost in the pleasure to care.
He slid a hand between their bodies and without stopping the delicious glide in and out of her, stroked gently over her quivering bud, caressing her core with each heavy thrust.

The pleasure built, taking over her body in a black velvet wave, then broke, sending her flying.
The sharp contractions radiated throughout her body, blotting out the sounds of her shattered cries.
When the pleasure finally subsided she was so limp she could hardly hold him.
Devon lifted heavy lids to watch Cam as he thrust deep one last time and threw his head back.
He let out a strangled roar and stiffened, his body shuddering hard in the grip of his own release.
Finally he sagged down on top of her and buried his face in her neck.
His heavy breaths sent shivers scattering across her sensitized skin.

Too blissed out to move, she contented herself with kissing his damp temple and enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath her exploring hands.
She could do this for hours and never get bored.

Drawing in a deep breath, Cam raised his head and looked into her eyes.
“God, I love you.”

She grinned at the adoration on his face and in his tone.
“I love you too.” Question was, what the hell were they going to do about it?

Cam gently disengaged and dropped a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Be right back.”

Sighing in contentment, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she watched him cross the floor to the connecting bath.
When he came back out, he prowled over to the bed, completely unashamed of his nakedness.
She let her gaze travel over the muscular length of him, a little thrill racing through her, and held her arms out wide.
With that lopsided smile she loved so much, he crawled in and rolled her gently into his arms.
She snuggled up with her cheek resting on the hard curve of his shoulder and breathed in his scent.