He squinted at the floor searching for his pants, then looked back at her over his shoulder. "It's ridiculously late. Do you think I should walk down to the street? If I call for a ride share and it comes up the drive, Darryl might wake up and notice. And I don't think he--"
"Cam." She propped herself up on her elbow, the sheet falling away to reveal one perfect breast as she said his name.
"Mina, I--"
She reached out, then rested her hand gently over his. "Stay," she said. "I want to do that again."
And so he did.
Chapter Six
Mina came awake slowly, her fuzzy mind trying to make sense of all the wonderful sensations. The sunlight tickling her nose as it streamed in through the east-facing window. The equally enticing heat of Cam's breath against the back of her neck. The warmth of his skin as he spooned against her.
And, most interesting of all, the decadent promise of his erection pressing insistently against her bare ass.
Smiling to herself, she wiggled a bit, not sure if he was awake or simply aroused in his sleep. The latter wouldn't surprise her. If he was anything like her, his night had been filled with dreams that were at least as erotic as the reality they'd shared before falling asleep. And as hard as he was, she knew that she was equally wet.
And, dammit, she really hoped that he was awake.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. "Do that again and you'll be hard-pressed to get me out of here this morning."
His words filled her with delight, and she pressed her face against the pillow to stifle her laugher as she wriggled against him again.
"Now you've done it," he said, and any thoughts of waking up slowly and lazily evaporated as he pulled her roughly over, then straddled her.
"Don't even try to escape," he teased. "You're totally under my control."
"You've got that right," she said, happily surrendering as he slid down, so that he was partially under the sheet with her. He lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked, sending spirals of pleasure curling through her.
And then, right when she thought the sensation couldn't be any more tantalizing, he grazed his teeth against her nipple, just enough that she wasn't sure if it hurt ... or felt absolutely amazing.
"You like that," he said as she squirmed beneath him, her body craving more.
"I like everything you do to me," she said honestly.
"Good, because there's a whole world of everything out there for us to explore." As if to illustrate the point, he moved down lower and lower, so that he was nestled between her legs. The sheet moved with him, leaving him exposed from the waist up. But, sadly, his cute ass was completely covered.
She realized soon enough that it didn't matter how cute his butt was, because the things he was doing to her down there were so amazing that she couldn't concentrate on her own sensations, much less his ass.
He'd kept one hand on her breast, and now he rolled her nipple tight between his fingers. That alone could send her right over the edge. But he didn't stop there. He'd nestled his shoulders between her inner thighs, and his mouth covered her sex, his tongue dancing over her clit, then dipping inside her folds. And the combination of nipple play and the stimulation on her clit was enough to make her positively lose her mind.
So much, that she was writhing shamelessly on the bed, her hips gyrating in a way that made his five o'clock shadow rub enticingly over her sex. And her own fingers on her other nipple mimicked the motions he was so expertly executing.
She was in a wild haze, a rising storm of passion, and with each thrust of her hips, his tongue and fingers took her higher. It was as if they were dancing, moving in a pattern so well-known it was almost instinctual. And when he used his free hand to thrust two fingers deep inside her, she felt a spiderweb of electricity shoot out from her core to escape through her fingers and toes.
So close ... she was so damn close.
"Again," she begged, then repeated the demand, her voice breaking as his mouth closed over her sex. Her lips parted, her head tilting back as she moaned with pleasure--and then squealed with surprise as her bedroom door burst open.
"Christ, Darryl! What the hell!" Even as she yelled at her brother, she'd yanked the sheet up around her chin, completely covering Cam, who'd had enough of his wits about him to tug his hand down under at the same time. His face, though, was still between her legs, and the feel of his breath against her tender--and aroused--sex was more than a little distracting.
"You said come in!" To his credit, he looked embarrassed.
"I said again, you moron. Do you want to get the hell out of here?"
He glanced at the bulge under the sheet, his eyes narrowing. He knew that she had a few guy friends that she slept with but didn't actually date. Like Jeff, for example. She also knew he disapproved.
"Do you mind?" she snapped.