She released a shaky breath, her teeth on her lower lip. But her eyes were bright with arousal, and he felt a masculine pride in knowing that she wanted him. Wanted the pleasure of surrendering.
Just the thought made him hard, and spurred him on, and soon she stood naked in front of him, her clothes tossed casually toward her couch.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, then watched her skin flush with pleasure.
"I never imagined you like this," she said.
He tilted his head. "So you've imagined me?"
She nodded, and his cock that had gotten hard at the sight of her, now stiffened painfully from the knowledge that he'd played a role in her fantasies.
"If not like this, then how?"
"Sweet," she said, not meeting his eyes.
He laughed. "I can do sweet. Do you want me to?"
He watched her face, the unfocused desire in her eyes. Then he let his eyes trail down to her breasts, her nipples hard, her areolae puckered. She didn't want sweet, and his assumption was proven right when she shook her head and said, "Not tonight."
His stomach flip-flopped with glee. "Next time, then. Tell me what you want tonight."
He already knew, but he wanted her to say it.
"Those things you said in the alley. Or was that the bourbon talking?"
"I don't need bourbon when I'm around you to be buzzed. And I can be sweet when you want me to be. But just so we're clear, Mina, when I imagine you, this is how it is. Because how else could I ever get you if I didn't just take what I want?"
She licked her lips. "Then stop talking and take, already."
He laughed, her playfulness and open desire making him even more turned on. "Yeah," he said, brushing a kiss across her lips. "I think I will."
He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to get on his knees and taste her, but he intended to get there slowly. This beautiful woman was naked in front of him, and he trailed his fingers over her body, exploring and teasing and kissing and tasting, as he worked his way down lower and lower.
He wanted to memorize her skin, her reactions, the places on her body that made her tremble and sigh. And then he wanted to go back to each of them and explore all the decadent possibilities.
Now, he just wanted to revel in the fact that she was right in front of him, naked and open and ready--and that it was him she wanted.
With deliberate slowness, he ran his hands over every inch of her. Exploring, touching, teasing. And only when he was certain he'd committed every curve and every freckle to memory did he ease down onto his knees as he pressed gentle kisses from her cleavage to her navel, and then lower still.
She was so damn wet, and she tasted sweet and earthy and feminine. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she surprised him by grabbing his hair as her whole body shook. He smiled, realizing she was closer than he'd thought, and he used his hands to gently spread her thighs, and as she knotted her fingers in his hair, he sucked and teased and licked and tasted as he reveled in the scent and taste of her.
He didn't let her come, though, and when he slowly kissed his way up her body she begged him to rectify that little oversight.
"You promised to make me come," she said, when he only held out his hand to lead her to the bedroom.
"I promised to make you scream. And I did."
Her eyes narrowed, and she tossed a couple of not so nice names in his direction. But it was true. She'd screamed his name. Screamed that she was close.
And now she was even closer. Now when he took her in the bed, he knew that she'd explode.
That's where they were going, of course. Because, frankly, Cameron couldn't stand waiting another second to be inside her. And as he walked, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his shoes so that once they reached the bedroom it would be easier to get naked.
Easier still with Mina's eager fingers helping undress him.
When he was naked, she slowly looked him up and down, subjecting him to the same inspection through which he'd put her. She lingered at his cock, then raised her eyes to his. "You'll do," she said, making him laugh.
"Do you have a condom."