Crazy about Cameron: The Winslow Brothers #3(54)

“Cameron!” she screamed, her whole body exploding in one huge, pulsing, quivering orgasm.

Her body twitched and convulsed, a flooding wetness between her legs warm and welcome proof that her body was Cameron’s trophy, that she was helpless of anything but total surrender. Her limp form fell back onto the bed, and she was only vaguely aware of Cameron lifting her gently into the middle of the soft duvet, and pulling her panties and jeans from her ankles.

When the mattress sagged beside her, she suddenly found herself folded in his arms, her naked breasts pulled against the hard muscles of his chest, the damp fluff between her legs pressed against the silk heat of his naked erection, his lips landing gently on her forehead.

When he spoke, his voice was a desperate whisper, taut and tender at once. “I’m not just falling for you, or crazy about you. This didn’t just sneak up on me, and while it’s better than I ever expected, it’s not as new to me as it is to you. I’m in love with you, Meggie. I f*cking love you. And I don’t know how to go slow. I don’t know how to slow down. I don’t know how to do anything but love you as hard as I can for as long as I can. I tried my f*cking best to be careful with you, to be cautious and patient and gentle and not to scare you away. But the truth? The truth is—”

“I love you too.”

He was silent, his chest pushing relentlessly into hers with every breath he drew. Finally he leaned back and looked into her eyes as though stricken, like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said.

“What are you . . . I mean, are you—”

“I’m in love with you too. And yes,” she said, leaning forward so that her lips brushed against his when she finished, “I’m sure.”

***

Cameron had never done things in half measures, because it wasn’t his style and, moreover, it wasn’t in his nature.

When Alex English started dating his sister? He almost killed Alex.

When Jessica needed a place to get married? He built one.

When he decided that he couldn’t shoulder C & C Winslow anymore? He sold it.

He’d never deliberated on major life decisions. He’d never lived his life cautiously.

Except with Margaret Story.

He’d fallen in love with Margaret Story when he was thirteen, and it had taken him almost twenty years to tell her. And some part of him hadn’t thought beyond the moment of telling her. Some part of him didn’t want to hope—or demand—that she requite his desperate love for her. It was enough that she let him love her. He told himself it would be enough.

So hearing the words, hearing the woman he loved so desperately assure him that her heart belonged to him?

Fuck if he couldn’t stop the tears from burning his eyes so bad, he had no choice but to close them and let his kiss tell her everything that his voice couldn’t.

When he finally trusted himself to speak, he flipped her onto her back and braced his weight on his elbows, cradling her beloved face with his hands. “How is that possible?”

“Cameron,” she said, smiling tenderly as a tear escaped from the corner of her eye, “it was always possible.”

“I want you,” he growled, overcome with emotion.

“I’m yours,” she answered, opening her legs to him.

“Don’t look away,” he said, pulling back so that he could line up his throbbing cock at the opening of her sex.

“I won’t,” she whispered, her beautiful brown eyes focused clearly on his.

Slowly—so very, very slowly—he slid into her body while watching her eyes flinch and flutter closed before opening again. The walls of her sex pulsed around him, wet and hot, like a hug, and he felt himself swell almost impossibly within her.

“Okay?”

“So okay,” she murmured, her voice dreamy and low.

He slid farther into her, desperately trying not to move too fast or hurt her smaller body with the intrusion of his far larger one, however welcome.

“Meggie, I don’t want to . . .”

“I want all of you, Cameron.”

And that’s all it took. He dropped his elbows by her head and sank the rest of the way into her body with a groan of epic and unrivaled fulfillment.

She bowed her back beneath him, straining her neck and pressing her head back into her pillow with a loud moan, “Mmmmnnn.”

“Look at me, baby.”

She turned her face to the side, her eyes still closed, and Cameron withdrew just a little, worried it was too much for her, but her hands flew to his ass, pulling him forward, and he thrust back into her until his balls pressed flush against her skin, and she moaned beneath him again, biting her bottom lip as her fingernails bit into his back.

“Again,” she sighed, her beautiful lips tilting up in a dreamy smile.

He wasn’t hurting her.

Fuck, her body was as tight as a glove around him, and she was smiling.

Rotating his hips, he withdrew from her, then plunged slowly back inside, leaning down to lick her lips open. When she parted them for him, he kissed her, thrusting into her sweet, hot heaven with increasing speed and force.

She raised her knees, locking her ankles behind his back, and Cameron groaned as he slid deeper still, the sensation robbing him of rhythm and pace. She moaned beneath him, licking his lips, sucking on his tongue, writhing as her fingernails drew blood and her neck strained so far back on the pillow that, when he leaned back to look down at her, he could see the fluttering pulse.