Down London Road (On Dublin Street 2)

‘Strip,’ I ordered quietly.

Cam stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard-on saluting me as he kicked himself free of his clothes. He stood before me completely unabashed by his nakedness, and I took a moment to sear the sight of him like this into my memory.

With shaking fingers I pulled off my own T-shirt, and pulled off my boots. My skirt followed them and lastly I unsnapped my bra, dropping it on to the pile of clothes at my feet.

I shivered as Cam slowly took me in, his dick throbbing, the colour heightened again in his cheeks. When his blue eyes met mine, I inhaled sharply at the raw need in them.

‘You’re stunning,’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘No man can possibly deserve you.’

Holy …

Wow.

My stomach actually somersaulted.

‘Cam,’ I whispered back. The sheer emotion provoked by his beautiful words clogged my throat. It seemed that Cameron MacCabe was a bit of a romantic. I shook my head, not knowing how to respond to this side of him. Instead, I gestured to the bed. ‘Lie down on your back.’

I noticed a muscle tic in his jaw at my order and had to curb my smug smile. No, Cam was definitely not used to letting the woman take the lead. Since I had a feeling that this was going to be a rare gift from him, I decided to take full advantage. I waited, my eyebrows raised expectantly, and Cam responded by lying back on the bed.

His hard-on didn’t diminish under my command, though, straining and awaiting my attention. He stared at me, his hands crossed casually behind his head. Well? his eyes asked.

Ignoring the slight tremor in my hands and legs, I approached him slowly, my slender hips swaying from side to side, my perky br**sts bouncing a little, and I kept the feminine satisfaction from my expression at the way his body tensed, all cocky relaxation coiling into anticipation.

I crawled up his legs, noting that his chest began rising and falling a little faster. My own breathing grew shallow as I stopped at his erection.

‘Jo …’ He groaned as my head dipped.

I didn’t dislike going down on a guy, but it had never been my favourite thing. I found, however, that I wanted to taste Cam. I wanted to own him in every way that I could.

I wanted him to burn with me.

His scorching hardness passed between my lips and I felt his thighs tense under my fingertips. My tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his c**k and his breathing stuttered before seeming to stop entirely as I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slowly up and down his length.

‘Jesus,’ he growled through gritted teeth. ‘You keep that up – ahh – baby, I’ll come and this will all be over.’

Well, I didn’t want that.

After a little more teasing, I released him and gazed at him from under my lashes, taken aback by how much I’d enjoyed that, how much my own body had responded to it. Finding the anticipation a total aphrodisiac and wondering where foreplay had been all my life, I kissed the sexy cut of definition in his left hip, my lips tracing a path along his torso as I crawled up his body. Knees on either side of his hips, I shivered as I felt his c**k against my inner thigh. I pressed my lips over his right nipple, my tongue flicking, my moan muffled against his body as I felt his rough hands cup my br**sts, my own ni**les pebbling, eager for his touch. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered, a sigh escaping from between my lips.

‘You’re sensitive,’ Cam murmured in satisfaction, squeezing my ni**les between his fingers and thumbs. I barely had time to recover from the streaks of white-hot lightning that shot towards my groin before his right hand coasted down my stomach, heading between my legs.

As two fingers slid into my slick passage, my back arched, giving his left hand better access to my breast, and my hips surged against his right. I panted for breath, not caring that Cam had taken over.

Really, I was astonished he’d lasted as long as he had.

‘Jesus,’ he grunted this time, his lower body bowing up off the bed. ‘Take me inside you. Condom in the drawer …’

I reached blindly through my sensual fog, yanking his bedside drawer open. Once we had him sheathed and ready to go, we guided him together to my entrance, the muscles in my legs shaking with need.

I slammed down on him and we both cried out, Cam’s hips jerking up in reaction.

We found a torturous rhythm quickly and with my hands braced on the bed beside his thighs, I leaned back slightly so his c**k thrust into me at the most delicious angle. I moved slowly, building towards an exquisite orgasm.

My gaze never left Cam’s face as I moved, feeling sexy and powerful at his glittering expression, watching the way his blue eyes darkened on my br**sts, on my hair swinging across my back. His hands gripped my hips, urging me on; his jaw clenched as the heat between us increased and a light sheen of sweat covered our skin.

As I approached climax all I was aware of was the coiling pleasure low in my belly, the sound of my uncontrolled breaths and mews of pleasure, the intoxicating smell of sex … and then I heard Cam hoarsely asking me to come. Pure bliss took me over, and I closed my eyes, revelling in it as my body moved faster up and down his length, rushing towards climax.

Lights exploded behind my lids as my orgasm shook through my entire body. My muscles clenched around Cam, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing around his cock.

Cool air whipped over my skin as Cam flipped me unexpectedly to my back, my eyes flying open as he pressed me into the mattress, holding my hands imprisoned above my head. His features were strained with uncontrolled need, and as he crushed his mouth against mine he began to stroke deep inside me, his movements rough and hard. He groaned into my mouth, the noise vibrating through my whole body, and I felt the stirring of another orgasm.