Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Were we joking? I mean, we were throwing some personal shit out there. We were both guilty of being borderline rude…and too familiar. It should have felt unsafe to have someone poke at me for a reaction, but damn it…it turned me on.
He turned me on.
And he was still staring.
The hum of awareness grew stronger with every passing second, infiltrating my senses till I could hardly hear my thoughts over the rush of blood to my head.
Cameron licked his lips and inclined his chin. “Everyone likes a little escape, Joe. Even me.”
I fixated on his sexy mouth for a beat. “Yeah? What kind of escape are you looking for?”
He straightened and slowly closed the distance between us like a panther stalking his prey. I tried to remind myself that I was no one’s fucking dinner, but you know, I didn’t think I’d mind being his. Just once.
Or once more.
He stepped into my space, so close I could feel heat emanating from him. I wanted to rip his shirt off and put my hands all over him. If I remembered correctly, he had just the right amount of chest hair.
“I’m usually up for anything. How about you?” he challenged in a raspy tone.
My nostrils flared. I probably looked like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff, unsure if I should move forward or back. Toward him or away from him or…
We went still for a moment, our eyes locked. My breath hitched as I set my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating strong and sure. Geez, and mine was racing as if the three steps from the tree had been the equivalent of running three miles in the desert. The tumult of internal noise was distracting, but my focus was clear. I wanted him. And I was pretty damn sure he felt the same.
This was okay, right? It wasn’t anonymous anymore, but he wasn’t staying. He wanted to use me for my hometown knowledge. And he wanted my body.
Fine by me. We were mature adults. This could be a controlled experiment of sorts.
Except my defenses crumbled like the last cookie in a package of Oreos when he traced my jawline and ran the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. And ever so slowly, he inched forward and gently sealed his mouth over mine.
Oh, fuck. That was good.
His soft lips were the perfect contrast to the scrape of his beard. Everything about him felt solid and safe, from the scent of his cologne to the press of his chest. I licked the seam of his mouth and pushed inside and…bam! The glide of tongues catapulted us into another sphere.
We groaned in unison, clawing at each other and clutching fabric as we angled our heads in a quest for a deeper connection. So much for patience and control.
I did my best to lick his tonsils and devour him in hungry bites and nibbles as we swayed like branches in a storm. We broke apart to occasionally suck in a gulp of air before fusing our lips and resuming a clumsy attempt to get to skin. Any skin. Damn, we were wearing far too many clothes. I tugged his shirt from his jeans, slipped my fingers underneath, and splayed my palms on his warm skin while I kissed him breathless.
Cameron wrestled with the buttons on my flannel. He gave up halfway through, growling in frustration. “Fuck, I want to rip this off and—”
“Do it,” I taunted, nipping his chin as I fumbled with his belt. “Just fucking do it.”
Buttons went flying.
Holy shit. This man was on fire. Hell, I was on fire.
I rubbed against him like a dog in heat on a manic search for friction as he ravaged my mouth and yanked my shirt over my shoulders. I lost sense of time and space in the frenzy of lips and tongues and the feel of his big hands roving my body. He tweaked my nipples as he stealthily walked me backward, eliciting a desperate needy moan.
Next thing I knew, I was sitting on his desk with my arms trapped in my shirt sleeves while Cameron unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. He sucked my bottom lip as he pushed the denim over my ass and pressed the heel of his palm on the prominent bulge in my boxer briefs.
“I remember this.” He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked me through the cotton barrier. “How thick you are and how much you loved it when I squeezed your cock.”
I shivered with need, wiggling to free my arms to no avail. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
Cameron chuckled, low and sexy as he nuzzled my neck, licking my collarbone before bending to flick his tongue over my left nipple. Then my right. And yes, his hand was still on my dick, lazily moving…up and down, up and down.