He nodded. “Okay, just one,” he said, his blue eyes reaching into hers and tugging on her soul.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled incoherently as his lips met hers. The feel of his lips against hers was even better than she remembered: warm, soft and pliable. As her lips parted, she realized that she had never really been kissed before, not like this, where her body caught on fire with every passing second and the world narrowed to the two of them. Life shouldn’t deprive anyone of this feeling of absolute connection and perfection. A kiss like this should be on every bucket list.
Within seconds, the dresses Cam had been holding tumbled to the floor, and her hands laced through his hair, pulling him closer to her, seeking more of the intimate kiss she craved in every cell of her body. He tasted too good. He felt too good. Just one kiss wouldn’t be enough.
His hand circled her waist and then dipped into the top of her skirt, teasing the soft skin below her navel, back and forth until her knees were ready to buckle and she couldn’t focus on anything except his fingertips on her bare skin. Frantically, she arched into him, practically begging him to move his hand lower to pacify the ache pulsing in her core.
He chuckled against her lips. “You’re getting greedy,” he said moving his mouth to her neck, nipping and scoring her tender skin with his teeth. “Just one kiss. That’s all I promised, remember?”
“No,” she whimpered. “A little more.”
“What do you need?” Cam asked, his hand dipping so close to where she wanted it, but way too far. She should step away and end this before it exploded in her face like so many other things in her life, but she couldn’t, not now. He was right. She was greedy. Cam made her greedy.
“Touch me,” she demanded winding her leg around his body.
“I am,” he answered, his hand moving even lower, grazing her wet entrance, sliding back and forth.
Lightheaded and overwhelmed, her head fell back against the doorjamb. “Not enough. Just do it,” she moaned low in her throat, her body hot and trembling and already beginning to convulse with the need to be filled. This was crazy. He was barely touching her and her body was humming with desire, dying to feel his touch. It felt almost decadent, the way her body responded to him.
Then, without warning, he thrust his finger deep inside of her and she screamed, immediately spiraling over the edge. As his finger slid in and out of her, she rocked her hips against his hand riding the wave of her orgasm to completion. He had some seriously talented fingers, but anyone with eyes knew that from the way his fingers moved over the strings of his guitar and today she was the lucky recipient of that talent. She wanted to experience more of those talented fingers.
A few minutes later, he withdrew his hand and her head fell against his chest. He lifted her, circling both of her legs around his hips. She had always prided herself at being adept at resisting temptation of any sort, but she had failed twice now with Cam. Apparently, she wasn’t well equipped to resist temptation of the Cam variety.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her head feeling too heavy to lift from his chest. She inhaled his woodsy masculine scent letting it fill her lungs. He smelled better, more intoxicating than any human she’d ever met.
He sat her down on the edge of the tub, tracing the thin skin on the side of her neck with his fingertip and her stomach jumped excitedly. “You’re going to shower and I’m going to finish packing your things.”
“No,” she said, her voice needy and embarrassing as she pulled on his shirt. “Stay. We’re not done yet. I need…something.”
He braced his hands on the tub on either side of her, brushing his moist lips along her ear. “Yes. You need a shower. You don’t have time for anything else. We have to be on the bus in fifteen minutes.”
“Are you sure?” She leaned into him dreamily. “The bus won’t leave without you.”
He chuckled and she felt the movement of his lips against her ear. The sound of his light laugh pierced her heart almost if cupid himself had shot her with his love drunk arrow. “Yes. Take your shower and I’ll grab your bags and wait for you on the bus.”
She released her hands from his shirt, and even though she knew it didn’t make sense, she felt abandoned and used. Oh God, she was one of those girls. She nearly moaned out loud at the reality of the situation. One not so little orgasm and she couldn’t control herself from clinging to Cam with stars in her eyes. No one—most definitely not Cam—wanted a clingy lover. She had really sunk to a new low. Standing up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the girl staring back at her with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, raggedy breath and wildly tangled hair.