Take A Chance With Me (With Me in Seattle 18)

“Yes. What you said makes sense.”

He pulls me back against him, my back to his chest, and his arms wrap around me from behind.

“I’m not anyone else you’ve ever been with before,” he says. “I’m not those morons you’ve been dating, and I’m certainly not Joey Lemon.”

“I know.” I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. “I know that. I do. I guess that, sometimes, I need to be reassured of it. And I know that sounds dramatic or silly—”

“Whatever you need to feel secure and confident is not silly. And maybe only a little bit dramatic.”

I smile and reach up to kiss his chin.

“Thank you for dinner.”

“You’re welcome.”

He pulls me closer, cages me in against the countertop, and lowers his head to my cheek. After playfully nipping at my ear, he kisses my jawline.

And when I sigh and press against him, Cam groans and takes my mouth with his, seeming to just sink right into me. My knees fail me, but he catches me, plants the palms of his hands on my ass, and lifts me as if I weigh no more than a child.

“Bedroom,” I whisper against his lips.

“You’re sure?”

“Bedroom, Cameron.”

He chuckles and sets off down the hallway. “Yes, ma’am, whatever you say.”

After he lays me back on the bed, he wastes no time getting us both out of our clothes. I’d tell him to turn out the light, but then I wouldn’t be able to see him. And holy mother of God!

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his breath coming fast.

“Nothing.”

“You look…concerned.”

I meet his eyes with mine and then crook my finger. “I’m just admiring the view. You have serious muscles for a computer geek, Cam.”

“You know, being in shape and working with computers isn’t mutually exclusive.”

I don’t have time to react before he crawls over me and kisses each of my hands in turn, then places them over my head.

“Grab on to the headboard.”

I don’t argue as I close my fists over the iron bars of the headboard above me.

“Good girl.” He nips at my lips. “No matter what happens, don’t let go, okay?”

“Are you going to do something scary?”

“No.” He licks a circle around my nipple. “Not at all. This is all about pleasure. Just don’t let go.”

“Okay. I won’t let go.”

I sigh when his hands roam down my torso, over my ribs, and up to cup my breasts as he feasts on them—gently at first and then with a little more force. Not to where it hurts, but just enough to make my hips shimmy and my legs move as I try to relieve the sudden pressure between them.

It’s just like it was before when I was with Cam. Before he stopped and left.

Don’t think about that. Just enjoy.

He’s a magician. That’s the only way to explain how it feels as if he’s touching me everywhere at once, making my body come to life under him.

I push my hand into his hair, and he suddenly boosts himself over me, kisses the offending hand, and presses it around the bars once more.

“Don’t. Let. Go.”

I swallow hard. “Right. Oops.”

He doesn’t smile. His eyes narrow, but he kisses me and then moves down once more to continue the exploration and absolute sensual torture of before. He shoulders his way between my legs, and when his tongue swipes up and over my folds to my clit, my back arches off the bed.

“Holy hell.”

“Don’t let go,” he reminds me with a stern voice before devouring me with his mouth. Soft licks, gentle nips. He lifts my hips off the mattress so he can open me wider and do things that are probably illegal in some states. I thrash and moan and feel the pressure building as my legs begin to shake around Cam’s ears.

I couldn’t let go of the headboard if I wanted to. I have to grab on to it like it’s an anchor and ride the building waves of pleasure until they pull me down and drown me in the foreign sensations overwhelming me.

“Cam!” Is that my voice shrieking?

“Yes, baby, yes. Good girl.” He replaces his face with his hand, and I can’t hold back, I push against him, feeling wave after wave crash over me as I come apart.

I moan when he pulls his fingers out of me, and with a sigh, I whisper, “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Cam’s gaze darts to mine. “What did you say?”

I lick my lips and then laugh. “Nothing.”

He kisses my chest, my neck, and urges me to let go of the headboard, then kisses each hand. “What did you say?”

“I said, so that’s what all the fuss is about.”

“Honey, you were married. You’re no virgin.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ve ever had an orgasm.”

Chapter 6

~Maggie~

Cameron’s jaw drops as he stares down at me.

“Never?”

I slowly shake my head from side to side, keeping my gaze locked on his.