Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(62)

I'd never been turned on by a guy with tattoos, but as I drank in the sight of his arm, my eyes following the curling script of his BE CALEDONIA tattoo, I felt a rush of possessiveness over his ink  –  that one in particular. Somehow, it was mine too, and I wanted to follow every detail of it with my tongue, laying claim to it.

A flare of emotion blazed through my chest as he squeezed my hand, then led me to the back of the flat, to the master bedroom. I looked around as he walked us inside. I hadn't been in his room before. I was entering his private domain.

There wasn't much to see.

A king-sized bed with a pale blue duvet set, mostly bare walls except for a large framed print of two Stormtroopers getting into a DeLorean, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, and a couple of bookshelves filled with books and DVDs. It was clean and tidy, just like the rest of his flat, I mused, trying to ignore my racing heartbeat. We'd just had sex, so the thought of having more sex shouldn't have sent my pulse skyrocketing. But it did.

Cam let go of my hand as he reached the bed and he turned to face me. In one smooth movement, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.

I swear I started to drool at the sight of him half-naked.

Yes, I had been right when I fantasized about this moment. Cam was pure, lean, solid muscle. I followed the lines of his six-pack to the sexy cut of his hips, my cheeks blazing.

I had been waiting for him to drop his jeans and let me ogle the rest of him, but instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. 'So  …  what would you like to do with me?'

Um, that seemed like a silly question, no? Was my panting and drooling not an indication of what I'd like to do with him? 'What?'

He shrugged casually, as though we were sitting down to tea and not getting ready to repeat the hall sex but this time on a bed. 'If we're doing this, you're going to be straight with me. In every way  –  including in bed. I'm not some guy you're trying to hold on to for dear life  –  accommodating him and forgetting about yourself and what you want. We're in this together and I just took what I wanted. Now you take what you want. So what do you want?'

My first thought was to jump on him and ravish him. Everything he'd said was perfect and it took me a moment to remember that this was real. Had I finally found someone who actually gave a shit? Like  …  really gave a shit?

I tried to stop myself from getting carried away on a floating cloud with one oar called hope and the other called dreams, but it was difficult when he was being so bloody wonderful. 

So, okay, I wasn't some naive girl. I certainly knew Cam wasn't a perfect man  –  he'd proved that when we first met  –  but I was beginning to wonder if he might possibly be just a little bit perfect for me. Finally, I'd found a guy who wanted to be with me  –  the real me. And not only that  –  he was actually encouraging me to be a bit self-indulgent.

What he'd asked caused me, to my bemusement, some embarrassment. I wasn't a prude. I'd had plenty of sex with a few different men. However, none of them had ever asked me to talk about sex with them. No questions, no likes, no dislikes. Now Cam wanted me to communicate with him about sex, and I found myself grinning to cover my timidity. 'You don't seem like the kind of guy who lets a girl take the lead much.'

'I'm not the kind of guy who lets the girl take the lead much. I'm not the kind of guy who talks this much either. But I need to make sure your head is in the right place. It's too important. So as much as I want to strip you naked and bend you over my desk, tonight I'm leaving it up to you.' His eyes darkened. 'The desk can wait.'

I was unbelievably turned on by the thought of Cam taking me against his desk. Sounded orgasmic to me. I licked my lips, eyeing him as he waited patiently for me to decide what we'd be doing next.

As I drank in his half-nakedness, I tingled all over with anticipation.

He was right. The desk could wait.

'Strip,' I ordered quietly.

Cam stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard-on saluting me as he kicked himself free of his clothes. He stood before me completely unabashed by his nakedness, and I took a moment to sear the sight of him like this into my memory.

With shaking fingers I pulled off my own T-shirt, and pulled off my boots. My skirt followed them and lastly I unsnapped my bra, dropping it on to the pile of clothes at my feet.

I shivered as Cam slowly took me in, his dick throbbing, the colour heightened again in his cheeks. When his blue eyes met mine, I inhaled sharply at the raw need in them.

'You're stunning,' he whispered hoarsely. 'No man can possibly deserve you.'

Holy  …