Beyond the Game (Out of Reach 2)

“I’m taking care of you,” he replies as he climbs onto the bed from the bottom. He settles on his knees before picking up my left leg. He massages my foot before working his way up. When he kisses the side of my foot and trails his lips along my leg, I know I’m in for an experience of a lifetime. He wasn’t just spouting random bullshit. He truly intends to take his time.

“Cam.”

“Yeah, baby?” He stops his caress of my right foot and gives me his full attention.

“I need you.”

His eyes soften. “You have all of me.”

He’s not getting it. Then again, maybe he is. This man is stubborn as hell, and I know that no amount of begging or pleading will hurry this process. He’s got his heart set on seduction, which is a waste of his efforts because I’m a sure thing, but that’s not what this is about. It’s the experience. He wants our first time to be memorable. My badass baseball player is a giant softy and a romantic. At least where I’m concerned. Knowing this is his show, and I’m just a spectator, I rest back on the pillow and enjoy the feel of his hands and his lips against my skin.

He moves to stretch out, lying flat on his stomach. Lifting up on my elbows, I watch as he lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders. The look in his eyes is one I’ve never seen before. It’s love, and desire, and something predatory. “You okay?” he asks.

“I’m perfect. You okay?” I toss the question back at him.

“This is the best day of my life,” he says as he dips his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Cam,” I moan as I drop back against the pillow.

“Let me hear you, baby. There’s nobody here but us. No thin hotel walls, no nosy fans, no paparazzi. It’s just us, Paisley.”

I don’t bother to reply to him. We both know he’s not waiting on an answer when he begins to torture me with his mouth and his tongue. It’s the best kind of torture I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had very limited experience with oral sex. But I don’t want to think about the past. Not when I have Cam taking my body to levels of pleasure I’ve never experienced.

I grip the sheets, but it’s not enough. I move to bury my hands in his hair, and he moans, which sends a pulse throughout my entire body. My back arches off the bed, and my hands hold him still. I need him to stop. I need him to give me more. I don’t understand this mixed feeling coursing through me. I’m a mess of want, need, and something else I can’t name.

When he slides his fingers in deep and works them in tandem with his tongue, the last of my control starts to slip. “Cam—” I start but can’t finish. Not that I know what I was going to say anyway. He’s officially stolen my ability to think, let alone speak.

He doesn’t stop his relentless pursuit of my pleasure. His mouth and hands are everywhere. At least that’s how it feels. I feel a burn deep in my core, and my legs clamp around his head. He moans again, and that’s all it takes. The vibration shoots me off like a rocket as my orgasm tears through me. The intensity of the flames of desire racing through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my entire life.

Cam holds his position, not removing his mouth and hands from me until my body drops to the mattress. I’m sated and exhausted, but I’ve never felt more alive, more cherished. I guess that was his plan all along.

He presses his lips to both of my inner thighs before he carefully places my legs back onto the bed. Then he’s there, hovering over me. His dark eyes are filled with so much love, I could cry. “You okay?” His brow crinkles with concern.

“I’ve never been better,” I assure him. It takes extreme effort, but I manage to lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.

He stares at me for several deep breaths before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and if any other man from my past would have tried to kiss me, I’d have pushed them away. I do the opposite with Cameron. I pull him closer. This time it’s me who pushes my tongue past his lips.

I want more of him.

I want more of us.

My kiss is feverish and borderline desperate. I can’t get close enough to him. I need to be closer. I need to feel his skin on mine. I need him inside me. “I need you,” I murmur against his lips.

“I’m right here.”

“I need all of you. I need you inside me.”

“I promise you this night will not end without me making love to you. But first—” He reaches over to the nightstand. I follow his movements, and that’s when I see a single red rose. I suppose it’s left over from all the petals. He grabs it and moves next to me on the bed.

He holds the rose by the stem, and I can see that the thorns have been removed. When he uses the petals to trace over my pebbled nipples, I arch my back as goose bumps break out against my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” I’m breathless and sated and more turned on than I have ever been in my entire life.

“Cherishing you.”

The look in his eyes is one I recognize. I’ve seen it on him a hundred times. Determination. This time, it’s not on the baseball field, and he’s not facing an opposing team. No, this time it’s in his bed, and his opponent isn’t an opponent at all. It’s me, his girlfriend, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, we’re not close to being done.

Chapter 18