Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(127)

'I missed you, baby,' he groaned, using one hand to brace against the wall as the other hand clutched my butt cheek in its bruising grip.

'I missed you, too.' I moaned as he thrust back into me, my nails digging into the muscles in his back. 'Harder,' I begged, sensing that he was holding back because of my injury.

'Jo  – ' He shook his head.

'Please,' I pleaded into his ear in a purr. I nipped his lobe and felt his control snap.

Afterwards, he carried me to our bedroom, put me down on the bed, and began to kiss his way up my body. With my assurance that Cole was enjoying the first days of his summer holidays at Jamie's house, Cam decided he had all the time in the world. He kissed, and licked, and sucked until I was almost wrung dry. After what felt like hours of foreplay, he wrapped my legs around his waist and braced himself over me as he kissed me.

His kisses were deep and slow. He brushed his mouth over mine in butterfly kisses one second, and then closed it over mine the next. His kisses never sped up, never hardened  …  instead he revelled in the erotic building of anticipation as our tongues met in a breathless, wet waltz. When he eventually sucked hard on my tongue, setting off little jerks of reaction in my lower belly, I pushed for more. It seemed impossible, but I was ready for another orgasm. We made out, naked on his bed, for who knew how long, his hard-on rubbing over my sex, teasing my clit, as his body moved with his kisses. He squeezed my breast, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive nipple he'd sucked earlier  –  sucked and licked it so diligently that he'd only had to whisper his thumb over my clit to bring me to climax.

As he tormented me with the tantalizing nearness of his erection, I whined against his mouth and his answering smile was smug. He pulled back and brushed his fingers along my cheekbone, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly pushed his cock inside me. He shifted, bracing his hands on either side of my head, and then began to move. His thrusts were gentle this time, languid, and the tension coiled to an excruciating level.

'I love you,' he breathed harshly.

I pulled my knees up more, to allow him in deeper, as I cupped his face in my hands. 'I love you, too.'

I gasped as he rotated his hips, starting to lose focus as the sensations of our lovemaking gained dominance.



       
         
       
        

'I love to fuck you,' he whispered in my ear, his voice gravelly with emotion. 'But I love to love you, too.'

I nodded, understanding completely.

Cam kissed me deeply again, his thrusts growing more frantic as the tension increased inside us. Our skin was clammy with sweat as we slid against each other, our panting breathing mingling as our lips brushed back and forth with the movement of his body over mine.

Chasing climax, I tilted my hips up with force, meeting Cam's next plunge with a slam that snapped the coil. Sparks flew apart in the wake of its destruction and I cried out his name as I came, my sex pulsing around him, my lower body shaking from the climax.

Cam suddenly arranged my hands above my head on the bed, pumping into me harder as he held me down. He came with a guttural shout of my name, his hips jerking against mine as he flooded my womb with his release.

He collapsed on me and I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs. Almost as if he felt it too, Cam rolled on to his side, still in me, and pulled me against him, hooking my leg over his hip.

I felt another spark of pleasure between my legs as his cock twitched inside me.

'Well worth the wait,' he sighed happily.

I nodded against his chest, thinking about all the wrong guys I'd dated before him. 'Definitely.'

Two weeks later

Cam and Jo's flat

Sweaty, tired, and covered in tiny flecks of paint from the gentle spray of the roller, I let myself into our flat and leaned back against the door with a contented sigh.

Uncle Mick had just dropped me off at home after our first day on the job together. We were decorating one of the show homes in the new development Mick had been contracted for. Today we'd painted all of the ceilings. Tomorrow and the next day would be more painting and then we'd get on with the wallpaper the designer had chosen.

'I'm home,' I called, kicking off my work boots and unsnapping the straps on my overalls so they hung on me like baggy jeans.

'In here,' Cam answered from the bedroom.

I strolled along the hallway, pulling the bandanna off my head and thinking how nice it was to feel this exhausted. It was an accomplished kind of exhausted and I loved it. I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom to find Cam sitting on the end of the bed with his hands behind his back.

Our room was now a weird mishmash of my stuff and his, but I didn't care. I just loved that when I woke up in the morning it was to a warm arm wrapped around my waist and usually a welcome morning erection nudging me in the ass.