Personal Assets (Texas Nights) (13 page)

“I need this.” She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him in and whispered, “I need you.”

Heat flared in his eyes, but his kiss was a gentle slide of clinging lips. A soft, sure touch that had her straining for more. Allie opened her mouth, encouraging a deeper, more desperate kiss. Their tongues touched, and all her thoughts, stress, worries drained away. Her mind had room for nothing but the meeting of their mouths and his body pressing against hers.

Their lips clung and finally parted. The skin on his cheekbones was taut with desire, and his breath came fast and hard. He wanted this as much as she did.

“Please don’t say no tonight.”

“How could I, princess?” He cupped her cheek, and Allie’s heart squeezed. “But tonight, we’re using a bed like respectable folks.”

Her brain still swirled from his slow, thorough kisses, but the picture of them entwined, skin on skin, broke through the fog. “Show me the way.”

Her bones had all but melted from her body, but Allie managed to wobble to her feet and let Cameron lead her from the living room into the dark hallway. He entwined their fingers, and somehow that single touch felt more intimate than anything they’d done the night before.

He urged her through a doorway and flipped on a lamp perched atop a banged-up squatty dresser. His bed dominated the rest of the space.
Oh
,
mama.
Definitely not squatty, nor mistreated. It was stunning, with a carved headboard and footboard made from single pieces of antique pine. A solid burgundy down comforter and several king-sized pillows complemented the beautiful woodwork. The mattress sat high enough that Allie thought she might need a stepstool to make it to the top.

She ran her fingers over the relief work and peered closer. “Are those...mermaids?”

He ducked his head.

Oh my God, he had a whimsical side. What else was this man hiding?

“I’m impressed.”

“I promise you’ll be more impressed once we’re in it.”

The massive frame made her double bed look inadequate by comparison. She wanted to wallow in this bed. She wanted to wallow in it with Cameron. “You should’ve sent me a picture.”

“Seduction by text?”

Like he’d needed technology. All it had taken to spark her attraction was a frustrated scowl in the middle of an intersection.

Face it, she was easy.

If only everything in her life could be so simple, so straightforward as this attraction. Hurt and fear tried to crowd her, but she turned her back on Cameron to regain her equilibrium and yanked at the buttons on her white tailored shirt. Darn it, neither her father nor her financial worries would ruin this night.

Cameron’s hand skimmed over her shoulder before she could shrug off the shirt. “You sure this is what you want?”

“I’m more than sure.” She turned and ran her hands up his chest, over firm muscles.

That was all it took. Cameron backed her against the side of his bed. She reached for him, but he pressed her hands flat to either side of her hips. “My show tonight.”

A dark thrill streaked through her, chased by a different kind of fear. If she let him control their lovemaking tonight, would she ever be able to take it back?

He thumbed open her three remaining buttons and slid the sleeves down her arms, revealing a beige cotton bra. She’d felt anything but sexy after the confrontation with her father and barely had the energy to trade her skirt for a pair of black boot-cut jeans.

Cameron smoothed his palms along the freckles above her breasts, teased his fingers under the straps of her uninspired bra.

She closed her eyes at the delicious sensation of his calloused fingers, and her concern about who was running the show drifted away. Cameron trailed his knuckles along her stomach, and her insides tightened with anticipation. This, the physical, she could handle. He skimmed his fingertips under the waistband of her pants, barely touching the top edge of her panties before popping the snap on her jeans. Her zipper rasped open, and she waited for him to slip his fingers lower.

Darned if he ever did what she expected. Instead of delving between her legs, Cameron grasped her hips and spun her to face the bed. Her arms dangled by her sides, and her shirt slipped to the floor. She was a rag doll about to burst at the seams. He drew her underwear and jeans down her legs, and vulnerability swamped her.

No, it wasn’t supposed to be this way. She tried to turn, but he banded his arms around her torso to release the front catch on her bra, pushed it impatiently to the floor. His warm palms returned to her breasts and cupped her possessively, protectively. His chest was a wall behind her. Her breathing came fast and shallow.

Had she thought they’d be hot together? She’d been wrong.

They were incendiary. Which meant she’d have to be careful to avoid any emotional backdraft.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Cameron bit the muscle between her shoulder and neck, and Allie’s back arched with involuntary abandon. He used her position to his advantage to lightly pinch her nipples. She could only respond with a groan of pure pleasure.

Sex Cameron-style might not qualify as a stress reliever, but it definitely generated the good kind of stress.

Holding her still with his teeth at her neck, he slid one forearm back and forth across her breasts and teased the sensitive skin of her belly and navel with his other hand. Liquid heat settled between her thighs. Yow, apparently her belly button was intimately connected with the aching place between her legs.

His T-shirt and jeans abraded the bare skin of her back and thighs. Cameron’s hand dipped lower, skimming the soft hair between her legs. Allie caught her breath, sure he was about to slide his fingertips down to the place on her body clamoring most for attention. To her disappointment, his hand retreated back into the safety zone.

He swept both rough palms up her torso and stopped to cup her breasts again. Her nipples strained for him to pluck them, but he merely held her and rubbed slow circles around them. She growled, a harsh sound in her throat. The primitive noise took her by surprise, and Cameron’s erection jerked against her back in reaction.

He spun her around, scooped her butt in his palms and practically threw her on the bed. She bounced and spread her legs to try to keep her balance.

“You’re killing me.” He spoke to her, but stared at the blond triangle between her thighs. “In case you’re wondering, I’m about to bury my face in that sweet spot. And I’m going to lick. And suck. And bite. Until I know exactly what you taste like, inside and out.”

Allie’s inner thighs contracted, pulling her legs closer together as she fell back on her elbows.

“Open your legs for me.”

Powerless to do anything else, she eased them apart.

“Wider,” he demanded.

God, something that had started out soft and tame and soothing had become something else entirely. Her earlier fear and frustration and resistance were gone, replaced by bone-deep want for this man.

He loomed over her, still fully clothed, and slid his hands from her knee to the crease between her hip and thigh, pressing her legs further apart. Maybe she should have been offended that he wasn’t looking at her face, but he seemed so entranced with the most feminine, most secret part of her body, that her blood was singing.

Her clit was already tuning up for the “Hallelujah Chorus,” and he’d yet to touch her there.

Cameron reached behind his neck, bunched the collar of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. Fine dark hair spanned his chest and bisected his abdomen. Beautiful.

And if his focused expression was any indication, he had serious plans for her.

Her every muscle tensed in anticipation.

He grabbed a huge pillow from the stack at the headboard and pushed it beneath her hips, tilting her for maximum exposure. Her breath shuddered at the thought of what was coming next. She’d learned already not to trust his next move. She expected the unexpected. A kiss on her stomach. Or a stroke on her thigh. Or a nip on her hipbone.

When his tongue lashed between her legs, her heart almost stopped beating.

Cameron was good to his word when he made a promise. He teased with light licks alternating with complete penetration with his tongue. She quivered at the way he played her without once touching her clitoris.

He thought she was going to kill him? Well, she might if he didn’t hurry up and touch her there.

“Cameron...” She tried for a threatening tone, but her words were a plea instead.

“Want me to stop?” He pulled back to blow a warm stream of air onto her tingling flesh.

“No.” She pounded a fist on the mattress. “Now.”

“Now what?” He dipped a fingertip inside her, and her brain shorted out.

He laughed. This was becoming an incredibly annoying habit: Allie gets wildly turned on, Cameron thinks it’s funny, Cameron laughs, Allie beats him about the head and shoulders with a blunt object.

Instead of meeting her demand, he leisurely stroked a finger through the flood of moisture he’d coaxed with his taunting licks.

She huffed out a breath. “Is this revenge for last night?”

“What? Just because I went home hard enough to mine for gold?” He lifted his head and smiled an evil grin. “You don’t think I’d punish you for that, do you?”

“I know you would.” The temptation was strong to put her palm on the top of his head and push him between her legs, but it might backfire. And she wasn’t willing to lose the orgasm she knew could be hers if she showed some patience.

“You mean because I was in this big bed alone with my fist wrapped around my dick? Instead of having this—” he plunged his finger into her, “—wrapped around me instead?”

She lost the thread of the conversation and rode the in and out motion of his hand.

“My God. You are so hot.” He added another finger and Allie opened her eyes to slits. Watched him watch her.

She began to rock against his palm, frantic for the release she knew was only seconds away if he would press the magic button.

But he withdrew his fingers from her body and returned to licking and soothing her slick, overheated flesh.

Allie wanted to weep.

But she wasn’t going to beg.

Her muscles began to slowly relax again as he stroked her into complacency. She settled into the lush softness of the comforter, luxuriating in the feel of the fabric against her skin along with the hot slide of Cameron’s tongue. She floated in a suspended place between arousal and relaxation, trusting him with her body and her battered emotions.

When had she ever felt this way with a man?

Never before. And she wasn’t supposed to now.

Cameron scraped his teeth over her swollen center of nerves, and Allie’s peaceful state shattered. The rapid stroke of his tongue sent her heartbeat into the stratosphere. With another gentle abrasion with his teeth, he pulled her into the scorching paradise of his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Allie launched into a series of spasms so intense the world shrank to the center of her body. As she was about to recover from the onslaught brought on by his talent with teeth and tongue, he ruthlessly pushed two fingers deep into her body.

This time, she screamed.

Oh God, maybe being done unto wasn’t such a bad thing.

She wasn’t sure her eyelids would ever open again. She’d be permanently blinded. But the disability would be offset by the endless mental replay of Cameron treating her to the most astounding orgasm of her life.

Exercising Herculean effort, she managed to open her lids enough to see him remove his hand from between her thighs and place those two fingers into his mouth, sucking at the taste of her left on his skin. That was almost enough to make her come again.

“You okay?”

She drew a deep breath, trying to calm her shaking thighs. “Give me a minute and I might remember who we both are.”

“I promise you’re not going to forget who I am after tonight.”

“Anyone ever tell you how arrogant you are?”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s the truth.” He bared his teeth in what she thought might be a smile and worked the buttons on his jeans. “Turn over.”

“Easy for you to say.” Right now, she could drift into a peaceful and satisfied sleep.

He pushed his hands under her and rolled her against the mound of pillows. Then came the promising rasp of jeans against skin. “Are you finally undressing?”

“Yep.”

“No fair. I can’t see.”

“You had your chance last night.”

“We’re not back to that, are we?”

The mattress shifted as he climbed up and straddled her hips, the hair on his thighs tickling her skin. He balanced his weight, placing enough of it on her to provide a pleasurably sheltered sensation. He leaned forward to grasp her shoulders, and his penis slid along the crevice of her butt like hot satin.

She whimpered, but it was drowned out by the low groan behind her. The rhythmic stroke of his shaft had her pushing back to intensify the contact.

He stopped his motion. “Remember, my game, my rules.”

Allie tensed at his words. His demand. But Cameron kneaded the muscles along her upper back, and her body defected from her brain.

What would it be like to climb into this bed with him every night? Have him put his hands on her for both sex and comfort? The sex he’d agreed to. The comfort, she was taking without expecting more.

Turning her face so her cheek met the smooth weave of expensive cotton, Allie caught the faint orange scent from Cameron’s hands.

She would never again shop in the produce section without drenching her panties.

* * *

Cameron thought turning Allie onto her stomach where he couldn’t see her breasts, her face or that neatly trimmed blond triangle would give him some breathing room. He needed to calm down or it would be over the second he slid into her. The scent of her arousal was everywhere. A distinctly feminine smell mixed with her special cinnamon fragrance. Urging him to find out if she tasted as delicious as she smelled. He already knew the taste of the most intimate part of her, but he wasn’t satisfied with only that. He wanted to inhale her, absorb her, imprint her.