The Real(40)

“I would watch you every day of forever for the chance to touch you like this.” He flicked his tongue over my lips as his fingers spread me and he slipped them inside. My back bowed off the bed.

“Jesus,” he rasped out as his eyes raked down my body and he watched his fingers sink into me. “But if we ever decide to look for perfect, I would say this is as close as it gets.”

He pushed in again, sliding his fingers in and out, and invading the deepest part of me, stretching me. He pumped in again and again before his head dipped and he curled his arms around my thighs.

Anxious for him, I looked down, and he anchored me in his hold. Unwilling to release me from his stare, he bent and watched me react to the swipe of his tongue. I seized at his touch, my body firing and igniting. He drank me in with slow, precise swipes while I drew his thick hair in my fingers and twisted beneath him. I yanked at the silky strands while he groaned, his arousal peaking with the urgency. He gripped my thighs, lifting my body to match the movements of his tongue. Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. And then it went blurry as white-hot heat struck me and my whole body tensed.

“Cameron,” I cried out hoarsely with an arousal-soaked voice.

Twisting his fingers inside, his tongue flicked along the ball of nerves, and I detonated again. He lifted to his knees, watching my body shake with my release. Our stare impenetrable, I gave him my every reaction, unabashed and completely vulnerable.

His length jerked at my response to his touch as he slowed his fingers and came up to take my mouth. I knew he was satisfied, his kiss told me so. I’d never been more ready.

Wordlessly, he hovered above me then leaned down to touch his mouth to mine. A slow kiss, and then another, and then another had me dizzy.

Enveloped completely by his warmth, he positioned himself at my entrance, and I locked my legs around his waist in invitation.

“No more waiting,” I whispered as he brushed the hair away from my face with gentle hands. Eyes connected, he pushed inside me slowly, inch by steel pulsing inch, and stretched me full. My mouth opened in a silent O as his beautiful jaw went slack at the feeling of our connection.

The only sound was our mingled breaths when need took over and he moved back and pressed in hard.

I whimpered.

“Fuck, Abbie, Jesus Christ.”

And then we were gone, our bodies took over as he filled me to the brink. Chests glistening, our hands clasped over my head, he rocked into me so I felt every inch before he swiveled his hips and did it again. He hit me deep with every stroke, making sure to touch every place I needed.

My body his slave, I came apart as his name pushed out past my lips. It was his name that wrote itself across my heart; it was his eyes that spoke to my soul. It was Cameron.

I lost myself, trusting him with every minute. His sex was my undoing. His flesh burned as he pushed himself into the deepest part of me.

“Abbie,” he grunted out, his voice needful as I nodded more permission he didn’t need. He let go of my hands and pulled us to sit so that I straddled his lap. On instinct, I began to rock against him as he thrust up, one of his arms wrapped around me like a lifeline, and the other fisted in my hair, tightening so he controlled my gaze.

Lust-filled eyes connected, I bared my teeth as he struck deep and jerked me down. Biting his lip, I felt the onslaught as I watched his features twist with his release, eyes full of heat and ecstasy.

He thrust up again as he came, and I fell over the edge while he spilled into me. We were drunk on need, shrouded in pleasure, exhausted by the feeling of each other as I collapsed in his hold, chest heaving.

The last of the sunlight filtered through my room when Cameron moved us to lay down as our breathing evened out. In my silent bedroom, only our hearts sounded as he kept me pinned to him. Wrapping my thigh around his waist, I basked in his hold, a smile against his skin.

Minutes later, the fog clearing, I ran my fingers over the divots of his chest.

“Wow,” I murmured bracing myself over him with appreciation. His body was rock solid, not a single flaw, and I was sure if there were any, I wouldn’t see them.

Wordlessly, he looked up at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. All I saw was need, want, lust, and I prayed I didn’t mistake what looked like love. Because in my greed, I wanted that too.

Please let this be love.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he lazily stroked my back with the pads of his fingers. I leaned in and kissed him, my mind reeling as our breaths synced.

We didn’t need any more words. We’d said enough. Content, we laid surrounded by the sunrise, neither of us moving as he put me in a sleepy lull with his touch, his warmth pulling me as close as I could get.




Many hours later, but only seconds after we broke apart, Cameron’s fingers traced the lines of my body while I glanced out the window at the snowfall. In a comfortable silence, I ran my fingers through his soaked hair while he kept his affection on my skin. It was a new kind of heaven.

“Abbie?” I heard shouted from my front door and shot out of bed. The only two people that had a key to my place were Bree and . . .

“Mrs. Zingaro!” I squeaked as Cameron shot out of bed too. We searched the carpet in vain. Our clothes were still in the entryway.

“Oh, good, honey. I was worried. I know you told me to use this key only for emergencies, but I heard some very loud noises. Oh, oh, dear. I see you aren’t alone. Yes, these are men’s clothes. I’m sorry.”