The Thing About Trouble (Crystal Lake 1)

She groaned, and he smiled, enjoying the moment. “I take it you like that too.”

“Love it,” she replied, her hands now sunk into his hair, holding his head in place as he worshiped her with his mouth and fingers. She swelled at his touch, and he made good work of his long rough fingers, running the pads over her sensitive skin. Each time he did, she moaned and his cock twitched something fierce. He was heavy with need, and Cam had to take a moment to settle down. He was ready to go, but the woman in his arms needed to go slow.

He kissed her again, a scorching touch that left them both breathless, and then he scooped her into his arms. He headed for the large faux fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was thick and soft, and he laid her down onto her back. She immediately reached for him, and they kissed, long, slow, and heated.

She tugged at his shirt, and he tossed it.

She grabbed for his belt, and his nimble fingers helped.

He doffed his jeans and eased Blue out of her sweatpants. No black or red thong. Just a sweet pair of pink cotton panties. To Cam, they were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He bent over her. Reached for them. But then paused and looked up.

“You ready for this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, hiking up her hips so he could get the job done. Cam pulled off her panties and hoped like hell she couldn’t see him shake. He was so close to the edge, his skin wet with sweat, his muscles tight and corded. He massaged Blue from the bottom of her feet, up her calves and then her thighs. By the time his mouth followed his hands, her legs had fallen open and she was panting. He held himself over her, bending for another kiss, her soft wet lips ready for him. At the same time, he caressed the inside of her thigh and then slowly edged his fingers inside her.

She immediately stiffened, and he felt the change. “Don’t stop,” she begged, but he knew she wasn’t ready. “Please, Cam.”

He was stuck somewhere between moving forward and full stop.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. “You okay?” Her body was wet and ready, but her mind wasn’t there. Not yet.

“I think I need a minute.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, noting the uncertainty in her eyes. “Like I told you. You’re calling the shots.”

He eased his body off and pulled her into his arms.

“There’s something wrong with me,” she whispered hoarsely.

“No. Never think that. It’s your body. Your say.”

She was quiet, tracing his jawline with her fingers. “No one gets me the way you do.” Her words were whispered. Urgent. “Sex has always been a problem for me. I never really cared for it. Didn’t know what the fuss was about. And now that I do care…” Her voice caught, and he hugged her close. “I want it to be good for you, and I…I don’t want to be awful at, you know, doing it.”

He smiled into her neck. “Bluebell, I can tell by the way you react to me, when we finally get down to business, it’s going to be mind-blowing.”

Long moments passed filled with fast-beating hearts and heavy breaths. Cam ached for her, but no way was he pushing it. If he had to wait weeks or months to finally sink inside Blue, he would. Because she was worth the time and respect. And never had it mattered more to him.

“Touch me again.” She rose up onto her elbows and stared down at him. “Put your fingers inside me.”

Cam kissed the tips of her breasts, eyes on her face as he slowly eased his fingers back inside her heat. Carefully, he massaged, crooking his fingers just so, seeking that sweet spot that would make her come. With his thumb on her clitoris and those long fingers deep inside her, Blue began to gyrate, moving with his motion, her breaths coming quicker as she began to moan.

“I feel something,” she whispered.

“What do you feel?” His voice was guttural, his control rail thin.

“Oh, Cam…yes, just like that.” Her head flipped back, and she whimpered. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he kissed her, taking her scream into himself as she came.

“That’s it, Blue. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grabbed a condom from his jeans and quickly slipped it over his aching cock. She lay there, legs open, desire glistening on her skin, and it drove Cam crazy.

“You ready for more?” he asked hoarsely.

Her answer was to touch him. To guide his cock straight into her. Cam didn’t go slow—he couldn’t. He rocked hard, and she met his thrust with equal passion. Legs locked behind his hips, her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on. They were joined in an ancient rhythm, their bodies melted together by desire and something stronger.

“God, I can feel it again,” she said, biting his chest. It was a moment Cam would remember forever. The sound of her voice. The feel of her skin. The scent of their lovemaking.

He held on as long as he could and then came, growling his pleasure as his body released. He felt her shudder one last time and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

There were no words. They didn’t need them.