Redeeming You (Before You #2)(52)
His face was so earnest she knew he told her the truth. “I believe you.”
“Thank god.” He grinned as his fingers continued to explore every inch of her exposed skin. “I can’t decide which is softer, your skin or this shirt.”
Shivering, she arched into him. He pulled on one end of the knot securing the back of her top and he pushed it down her shoulders exposing her breasts to a cool rush of air from the overhead air conditioning vent. Bending his head, he kissed the top of her right shoulder moving downward, pausing every couple inches, until he stopped at the top of her breasts. He looked up at her; his eyes focused one hundred percent on her, telling her everything she needed to know about how he felt about her without saying a single word.
“I’m infatuated with every inch of your body, inside and out. You know that, right?” he whispered, his lips turned up every so wickedly, hinting at a smile. With his eyes burning into her, his fingertips circled her nipples until they puckered under his ministrations. His head dipped and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, teasing and lashing the tip, soothing it with his tongue until she sucked in a deep breath of air. Then he shifted to the other breast, applying that same dedication to her other nipple. The ability to think with any sort of clarity deserted her. She was at his mercy.
She whimpered in need, anticipation and love. Oh god, love. It was true. She loved Cam so much that she couldn’t turn back now. She’d gone over the cliff. She wanted him all the time and in that instant, more than anything, she wished she didn’t have to hide their relationship for one more second.
Grinding his hips against her center, she felt his hardness against her body right where she wanted, except there were way too many clothes between them, or at least in her opinion.
Her hands slid down his chest, to the top of his pants. Trembling, she pulled at the button of his jeans until he released her nipple from his mouth and pushed her hands away, unbuttoning them for her. Not wanting to wait, she pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips and he stepped out, leaving them abandoned in a puddle on the floor.
Dropping to his knees, he slid her new black heels off her feet and trailed kisses along her arch. “You even have beautiful feet,” he said as he stood up, reaching for the button of her pants. His eyes watching her intently, he slid her pants down her legs igniting every nerve in her body as they slid over her hips, her thighs, calves, finally joining his pants in a pile on the floor near his feet.
Kicking their clothes to the side, he stepped between her legs again and his mouth captured hers in a kiss so sinful and powerful, she thought she would weep with the beauty of it. His erection pressed against her entrance, teasing her with its proximity.
He pulled back staring at her. “I missed you today.” His voice was gentle and heartfelt. “I could hardly concentrate on the concert. I kept waiting to see your face.”
She nodded because she understood. Even angry and heartbroken, she wanted him. “I missed you too.”
“Promise me you’ll talk to me before you jump to conclusions in the future.”
She looked down and nodded.
“Look at me,” he demanded as he slid one finger inside her and her hips lurched toward him of their own volition. She was the puppet and he was the puppeteer pulling on her strings, orchestrating every movement and sensation, and she loved every second.
Moaning she tilted her head toward the ceiling as his fingers rubbed in and out, seeking and finding every sensitive spot with ease until she was close, so close. Her eyes closed, chasing the elusive climax hiding just out of her reach. Just one second before she found it, he gently pulled his fingers out of her and she whimpered. Smiling like he knew exactly what he just did to her, he positioned himself at her entrance.
As he wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips tipped forward desperate to have him completely inside her. “You feel so good,” he said, his voice husky, as he slowly pushed inside her. One inch, two inches, two and half inches and back out again.
“You’re cruel,” she murmured, opening her eyes to watch the expression on his face as their bodies merged together. “Stop teasing me.”
Groaning, he plunged into her fully and she couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable than the sensation of being filled completely by him. His blue eyes darkened and his pupils dilated with every deep thrust inside of her body. Certain her face mirrored his, she couldn’t look away. It was as though an invisible string tied them together.
When pleasure started racing through her all over again, she grinded her hips against him, needing him as close as possible to her as much as she needed her next breath. He quickened his pace, slamming into her over and over until she was moaning and panting with exertion. Wrapping his hands around the back of her hips, he tipped her pelvis upward and that was all it took. Every muscle tensed in her body and then it hit her full force and she cried out his name. Almost instantly, Cam groaned as he emptied himself inside of her.
For prolonged minutes, he stood in front of her, the room utterly silent except for their labored breaths, her legs still wrapped around his torso and her face buried against his chest. Her body felt like liquid as she let herself sink into his warmth.
Someone knocked on the door and her heart sped up again. “It’s locked,” Cam whispered so softly next to her ear that she could barely make out the words. Cam stepped back sliding out of her and reaching for their pants on the floor.