Make Me Up (Killer Style 3)

Cam hooked his fingers around the thin straps of her panties. All it would take was a quick jerk to snap the material in two. The temptation would have knocked him on his ass if he hadn’t been already flat on his back and looking up at Drea in all her nearly naked glory. But if she lost that last bit of a barrier between them, the whole thing would be over almost as soon as it began.

And he wanted this to last.

He wasn’t going on her keeper shelf. He knew that the same way he knew she’d been right to keep her distance from him up until now. There was too much hustling gutter kid still in him for her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart enough to make the few hours he had matter. Tomorrow would take care of itself.

He held on to his last thread of control, followed the silky material around to the back, and slid his hands inside. He cupped her full ass. The round globes filled his hands, and he squeezed.

She let out a mewl of pleasure and slipped down his body so that her damp center rubbed against his hard cock. He gripped her tight and held her in place against him. It was divine torture that tuned his entire body until all his awareness centered on where their bodies touched.

“That feel good?” She leaned down and nipped the base of his neck.

“God yes.”

She planted her hands on his abs and swiveled her hips so that her panties became more of an enticement than a barrier, heightening the friction between them. Still, it wasn’t enough. He wanted—no, needed—all of her.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned.

“But oh so slowly.” She chuckled and lowered her chest so that her tits brushed against his cheek and came close to his mouth. But not close enough.

“Not anymore.” He tilted his head enough to draw one light brown nipple into his mouth, then let his teeth lightly raze the sensitive flesh before letting go.

Her quick intake of breath, the way she shivered against him, let him know he was on the right track. Reading Drea had become his favorite hobby over the past year and he wasn’t about to let that intel go to waste.

Even after she found the doctor or lawyer or money manager who’d give her everything she needed, she’d remember tonight. She’d remember him. She’d remember them.

He turned his cheek so that his day’s growth of beard scratched against her tender nipple, then kissed his way over to the full swell of her tits. He needed to taste all of her and discover what made her cry out in ecstasy. What would make her drop back her head and cry out his name?

In all their secret nights together, she’d never done it, but that would change tonight. He’d spend the whole night trying to make that happen, if that’s what it took. He licked the underside of each breast before moving through the valley between the soft orbs.

“So sweet, like sugar.” He brushed his thumb across her other breast stopping at her nipple and pinching it between his thumb and finger with just enough force to make her squeeze her thighs tight against him. “Come up here.”

“What do you mean?”

He curled his hands around her hips and urged her up his body until she was kneeling above his face. “How attached are you to these?” He snapped her panties’ elastic sides.

“Not in the least.”

The material shredded in his hands, and he tossed the scraps aside. “Good.”

He pulled her down so he could lick the sweetness from her body. Slow and easy, he traced her folds with his tongue until he reached her clit, swollen from want, and sucked it deep. Her hips undulated above him as she slid across his mouth. His fingers found her opening, then slipped inside and rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Cam,” she cried out and arched back as her fingers dug into his scalp.

She didn’t have to worry. He wouldn’t let go. Not when she was so close to going over the edge. He took a different tact and curled his tongue around her clit, scissored his fingers inside her. A second later, she cried out as she came on his tongue. Her thighs quaked on either side of his face.

Drea couldn’t take it any longer. She needed him now. “Please tell me you have a condom.” She’d started out teasing him and ended up being the one begging for release, and she wasn’t done yet.

He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans on the floor and pulled out a condom. He held it between two fingers like a business card. “I’m like a Boy Scout.”

She grabbed the square from him. “I think you belonged to a different type of troop than any I’d ever heard of.”

She made quick work of the condom, ripped open the foil, rolled it on his hard cock, and got in position to sink down on him.

His hands grasped her hips and held her in place above him. “You don’t have to pay me back for anything.”

Pay him back? For helping her? For being there when she had no one? “Is that what you think this is?” If the idea wasn’t so ridiculous, she’d be as furious as a woman whose favorite lipstick shade had been discontinued.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Doubt covered his face, and it pissed her off. How long had he been running away from the world by diving between a pair of long legs? Probably as long as she’d been pushing people out—too damn long.