Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(79)

It was intense, watching the pleasure escalate in his eyes as he watched it in mine. My skin began to burn and I tried to move faster, chasing climax, but Cam slowed me, gripping my hips to falter my movement. His eyes washed over my face, taking in every tiny detail, making me feel more naked than I'd ever felt before.

I shook my head, silently telling him to stop. His grip on my hips hardened. I couldn't look away. I wanted to look away. It was so much. Too much. Feeling tears prick my eyes, I leaned forward, crushing my breasts against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my lips in his hair as I rode him with torturously slow strokes.

Feeling a gentle tug on my hair, I let him pull me up, my back arching under his hold. Warm, wet heat captured my nipple as he took my right breast into his mouth, his other hand squeezing and fondling the left, pinching my nipple between forefinger and thumb. A cry fell from my lips as a sharp surge of pleasure shot between my legs, and I clutched the nape of his neck tightly, moving faster whether he wanted me to or not.

His mouth moved, pressing wet kisses over my breast, and I slammed down on him, needing more, needing everything. He groaned against my skin, his fingers digging into the muscles in my back.

'Cameron,' I breathed as the tension built and built, my hips moving faster against his. 'I'm close. So close  … ' Wanting his mouth when I came, I tugged gently on his hair, drawing his face up to mine, my lips falling on his, my tongue sliding deep into his mouth for a kiss made up of eroticism, of pure longing. 

The tension snapped inside me. I came with a muffled cry in his mouth, and my muscles momentarily locked around him as my sex clenched his cock, wave after wave of pulsating pleasure cascading over me. I fell against him completely, my forehead on his shoulder as he pumped into me a few times before the wet warmth of his release exploded inside me, his hard grunt in my ear as he came, causing my inner muscles to pulse around him a few more times.

We stayed there for a good while, wrapped around each other.

Not saying a word.

Not needing to.

Cam groaned. 'I have to move in an hour.'

We were lying on the rug, the faux fur blanket from his couch that Becca had bought as a moving-in gift now thrown over us. My head rested on Cam's chest, my legs tangled with his, as his fingers teased through my hair.

'Boo to work,' I said with a pout, tracing the tattooed curlicues on his right arm.

'I know. I could stay here forever.'

I smiled against his skin, utterly delighted. 'You know, the only thing that would make this more perfect would be a real fire in that fireplace.'

He gave a huff of laughter. 'I'll light some candles next time.'

'Very nice. Has anyone told you you're a bit of a romantic?'

'Nope. That's definitely the first time I've been called that.'

Surprised, I tilted my head to look into his face. 'Seriously?'

'Seriously.' His lips twitched. 'You think I'm romantic? Baby, that doesn't say much for those assholes you've dated.'

I grinned back at him. 'Actually, you have your moments.'

With soft eyes, he gave my shoulder a squeeze. 'You make it easy.'

'See!' I cried softly, my eyes glittering with utter contentment. 'That was romantic.'

'It was?'

'Yes. Surely, you've been romantic with ex-girlfriends?'

Why oh why did I ask that? Did I really want to hear about the ex-girlfriends?

Thankfully, Cam sidestepped the question. Unfortunately, he sidestepped it by asking one. 'So was Malcolm romantic? That Callum guy?' There was a definite edge to the question, so I thought I'd best tread carefully. But honestly.

'Callum could be very romantic. All hearts and flowers and shit like that.'

Cam grunted. 'Shit like that?'

I shrugged, feeling okay talking about it now that I was wrapped in the arms of something real. 'Looking back, it all seems fake. We were together two years. He met Cole a few times. Never met Mum. I saw him every other weekend when I could. He sent me flowers, bought me nice things, went all out on Valentine's Day. I met his parents but knew very little about them. Hung out with some of his friends and knew even less about them. I don't know if I even knew Callum. I know for a fact he didn't know me. So, yeah  …  shit like that. I'd take hot sex against a desk with a guy who knows exactly what he's getting into  –  pardon the pun  –  over flowers and chocolates any day.'

I chanced a glance up at Cam and saw him smiling widely at me. 'I think I'm having an earthy influence on you, Johanna Walker.'

I grinned back. 'I think so too.'

He rubbed his calf against mine and pulled me even closer. 'And Malcolm?'

'He had his moments. Again, I didn't know much about him and he seemed happy with that. I knew he had an ex-wife, that his mum had passed away but his dad was alive. He had a brother he was really close with but not close enough with to introduce me. He didn't know me at all like he thought he did  …  but he was a true gentleman.'