And I would never be the same woman without him.
I realized I had everything to lose as I pulled him tighter to me.
“This is the best I’ve ever felt. Take me home, Cameron.”
He pulled away and shook his head. “No, Abbie, that’s not what . . . I shouldn’t have said that, and I won’t push you.”
“I needed it, Cameron, don’t you see? I needed you.”
Brushing a wistful tear from my cheek with his thumb, he dipped in again, and again, sliding his warm hands around my waist beneath my sweatshirt and pulling me impossibly closer. With that kiss, we sealed ourselves together, our fate, in Wicker Park.
“Take me home.”
“Okay,” he said before he placed a reverent kiss on my forehead.
I tugged at his hand leading the way and he followed, his brilliant smile magnified by the rising sun behind him. At a loss for words, we just stared at each other with matching intensity as we walked toward my three-flat.
We took longer strides as we neared home, and then we went into a full-on sprint once inside the gate. On my porch, he nailed me to my front door and kissed me within an inch of my life. Backing up, he placed his hands on either side of my head as he looked down at me, his lust-filled eyes full of warning.
“I can leave now, Abbie. But I won’t be able to if I make it through that door.”
He leaned in as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before he pressed his erection into my stomach.
“Stay,” I moaned as he trailed his kiss down my neck and then pulled away to nail me with his stare. I reached down and cupped his cock, sliding my fingers along the hard outline. My whole body tensed as I gauged the size of him.
Hallelujah.
My mouth watered with the need to feed off him. I was starving, and he was the only one I was hungry for. The star of every daydream I’d had since our eyes connected in that café. It was happening. I didn’t care we had so much left to discover, that he didn’t know all my truths, and I didn’t know much at all about his personal past. None of it could touch us. We’d spiraled from nothing into everything within a few months. It wasn’t just attraction. It was far more, both unspoken and admitted. And just as sure as I was standing on that porch, I wanted him to know.
“I want this. I want you.”
Once inside, he pushed me flat to the back of the door and slipped my Nikes off before slowly taking off my pants. He knelt and trailed his fingers inside my thighs.
“If we do this, it’s only you and me. I want to make that clear.” I clutched his head as he slid my panties down before pushing a finger through my sex while he looked up at me. “This is mine from this minute on.”
“Yesss,” I hissed as he rubbed a finger through my folds.
Grinding against his hand, I pumped my hips eagerly. He hooked my leg over his shoulder, his breath hitting my clit.
“I don’t know how slow I can take this,” he whispered before darting out his tongue and licking me smoothly from bottom to top. My moan echoed in my entryway as he spread me wide and devoured me. My legs buckled as his fiery green gaze met mine. He groaned as he swirled his tongue. Bucking into his mouth, I held onto him for support as he tore into me.
He might have been the one on his knees, but I was the one at his mercy.
Cameron’s grip was the only thing keeping me standing as he darted his wicked tongue over my clit only to come back for seconds with slow, leisurely licks. Gasping as the orgasm hit, I gripped his hair, riding it out until I went completely lax against the door. He stood, peeling off his shirt until it hit the floor. He paused his fingers as he drank me in, naked and needy for him.
“Fuck, I’ll never forget the way you look right now,” he whispered.
I felt beautiful and worshiped, the new normal that only he could make me feel.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“I’ll keep it that way,” he assured as he tore off his undershirt.
Wide, defined shoulders led to an even more demarcated chest, and no part of him was undefined down to a trim torso. His pants clung to him, a nuisance accentuating the beautiful V I knew he worked hard for. The man took care of himself, and it showed on every inch of defined skin. Coarse dark hair trailed down past the waistband of his briefs, and I wet my lips in anticipation. Sexy, full lips twisted before he thumbed off his pants and briefs, just enough so they drifted to the floor. He stepped out,
magnificently naked, and we stood in lust and appreciation. He watched me as I reached out with confident hands and spread them over his chest before bringing my eyes to his.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, moving both hands to my back, capturing my hair against my skin and massaging up and down.