Redeeming You (Before You #2)(31)
His lips collided with hers, catching her in a deep, urgent, exploratory kiss that left her mindless and her lips tingling. His mouth demanded everything and her mind and body complied, surrendering to his every whim no matter how inconsequential. At this moment, she’d give him everything.
Within an instant, his hands were everywhere—running through her hair, wrapped around her hips tugging her closer, under the hem of her shirt. He successfully orchestrated a skillful assault that lit her body on fire from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Tearing at her shirt, he yanked it over her head and tossed it on the floor.
“Take off your shirt,” she whispered as she frantically pulled at the buttons, her hands shaking like she couldn’t wait to get her next fix.
Grinning, he stepped back and stripped off his shirt. Wow, he looked amazing. Black slashing tattoos curled up his toned arms, but his chest…she’d never get sick of looking at it. Her ex thought he was god’s gift to women, but he didn’t even compare to Cam. He looked like an unformed boy in comparison.
Taylor’s gaze traveled the length of his body, soaking in every curve and bulge, resting at the hint of a tattoo just inside the ridge of his left hip. Her mouth went dry at the thought of tasting every delicious swirl of the tattoo playing peak-a-boo under the waistband of his pants. Taylor stepped forward, trailing kisses across his chest down to his abs, his beautiful muscles contracting under each graze of her lips.
Groaning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up so she was at eye level again. As his impassioned gaze roamed across her chest, she smiled inwardly, loving how much she affected him. It made her feel powerful and sexy. His hands grazed the tops of her breasts, moving slowly around her body to her back, unfastening the clasp with practiced grace. As he guided the black lacy bra from her shoulders, she watched it fall to the floor.
“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes burning into her.
His hands cupped her breasts as his thumbs brushed across her nipples, her body arching of its own volition. She couldn’t control her reaction to this man even if she wanted to. She was doomed from the moment he focused all of his high-octane attention on her.
Slowly, his hands drifted from her breasts along the contours of her stomach and every single one of her pleasure-stung nerves convulsed under his calloused fingertips. Overwhelmed, she leaned into him as she felt the button of her jeans pop open followed by the slow slide of her zipper. He pushed her jeans and her panties down her hips and then her legs, his mouth trailing the descent with openmouthed kisses, slowly—too slowly—until he reached her strappy heels.
“I’d love to leave these on, but I don’t think it’s going to happen,” he said looking up at her with a devilish grin. She wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the pleasure promised in his eyes.
Standing, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her bare chest against his and she wanted to rub against him like a kitten purring from the sensation of his body echoing against hers. Cam walked her backwards, not stopping until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Kissing her, he lowered her onto the mattress, never breaking contact.
“Your pants,” she said grabbing at his belt.
“Not yet,” he murmured shifting away from her, dropping to his knees, leaving her alone with her legs hanging from the edge of the bed.
She pulled her feet onto the mattress and braced her body on her elbows. “What are—” The words were lost in her throat as his hands slid up the inside of her thighs and his tongue drifted across her center. His mouth danced, twirled and sucked along her flesh, driving her closer and closer to oblivion.
“What are you doing?” she panted, her words barely distinguishable. Her hips arched toward his mouth, seeking and demanding more as her hands clawed at the cool, starched bedding. She was strung so tight she could hardly think, much less communicate.
He laughed, the vibrations of his mouth shooting directly into her core. He swirled his tongue inside of her and then added a finger twisting expertly and she tensed with the sensation of her impending orgasm. Time froze as everything went black except for the narrow world where her mind chased and craved the pleasure Cam eagerly provided. When her hips started to rock against him, he moved with her in perfect harmony until she shattered, moaning his name as waves of excruciating pleasure crashed through her body.
When she felt as though she could breathe again, she opened her eyes as Cam’s hands traveled up the sides of her body over her breasts as he made his way onto the bed. She felt like liquid melting under his practiced touch.
“Please tell me you plan on taking off your pants,” she said a little desperately as she licked her dry lips. She was tired of waiting. It felt like months rather than weeks since she had been riding on the edge of pleasure with Cam, but never getting a full taste. She wanted all of him now.
Smiling his half grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat, he opened his wallet pulling out a condom and tossed it on the bed next to her. Without hesitating, he unfastened his belt and opened his fly, letting his pants drop to the floor. Standing before her in his black boxer briefs molded to his body, she couldn’t believe her luck. Cam looked better in person than in any one of her admittedly frequent fantasies of him. Her eyes were glued to him as he rolled the boxer briefs down his legs, leaving him completely naked and aroused for her personal viewing pleasure. There were no words.