“You wouldn’t.” He sighed.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Because you’re perfect.”
“Ooooh, I like ’em crazy,” I teased, leaning in to kiss him. “Makes it easy to get ’em into bed.”
“I meant you’re perfect for me,” he purred, and I heard his breath catch in anticipation. “And please, Jeremiah, for God’s sake, yes, take me to bed.”
Quick peck, and I stood and slammed the door shut, then ran back around the car to jump into the driver’s seat. Him laughing so hard he could barely breathe was a welcome sound.
18
Cameron
Even though we had both agreed to live in the present and the future, it was hard not to think about the last time Troy had been in my house, bent on seduction. It was a stupid memory, but we’d been talking about him all night, so it made sense that I was dragging it with me when I walked through the door. The second the door closed, though, and I was knocked back into it, held there with one hand, the breath being kissed out of me, it was like the ghost of who I’d been evaporated into the ether. This was Jeremiah, who I loved and trusted, eying me dangerously, and the combination of the two, the trust and the heat, brought a noise from deep in my chest that would have been embarrassing in front of anyone else on the planet.
When he pinned me to the door, taking my mouth and letting me feel his hard cock as he ground it against me, I wrapped my arms around his neck so he couldn’t get away.
I was sensible; I knew kisses that made your stomach flutter, your breath catch, and your pulse quicken didn’t happen every day. The roll of arousal that made my own cock thicken and my ass clench in response came from more than Jeremiah being a great kisser. He wanted me. Oh God, did he want me, and to both feel that and know it, deep down inside, was overwhelming.
Each scalding kiss made me moan his name before he took a delicate bite of my earlobe, his breath hot on the side of my neck. I begged then, and it was shameless, but I didn’t care.
“You’ll tell me if you want to top,” he whispered. “Promise me.”
It had never been my preference, but I would give him anything. “If you want that or need it or…oh,” I mewled as he put his hand between us and groped me through my jeans. “I would take such good care of you, I swear.”
“I like this,” he husked, working open my belt and then the button on my jeans, slow with the zipper before his fingers reached under the waistband of my briefs and traced over the leaking head of my cock. “Having you in my hands.”
“Please.” My voice caught when he dropped to his knees, dragged my briefs and jeans to my thighs, and swallowed my cock down the back of his throat. “Jeremiah!” It came out loud and keening, raw and ragged with need, and I twisted my fingers into his hair and held tight as he sucked and laved, licked the underside, took hold of my balls, and then took me to the root again, the suction more than I could bear. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want you inside me.”
“Oh, I’ll be inside,” he promised with a leer.
He was carnal promise and wicked intent, and my back bowed as he took me in deep and I came hard. I was gone, checked out of my body for long moments, shuddering, panting, and when I came back to myself, I realized my shoes were off, my clothes discarded, all of it in a pile at my feet.
He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his tongue as it rubbed over mine. When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, amazed at the power and strength in the man as he carried me effortlessly into our room and tossed me onto the bed, then followed me down and covered me with all that hot, smooth skin.
“You had plans,” I managed to get out, trying to tease him, but it wasn’t easy to carry off when my flagging cock was hardening again with his weight on me, his callused hands sliding over my skin, and the ravenous kisses.
“I did.” The lazy, sexy grin and the deep, gravelly sound of his voice flushed me with stinging heat.
“Take off your clothes,” I begged him, and he stood, staring at me, never looking away. I held his gaze, something I’d never been able to do before, until he was naked, there at the end of the bed, in all his tanned perfection. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered, because every inch of the man was utterly mouthwatering. His wide shoulders and chiseled abs, the hard-muscled thighs, a chest that needed to be on book covers, hands that drove me wild, and his eyes, now heavy-lidded as he stared at me with absolute yearning, I was a goner. I was all his.