Page 55 of Wrecked
Whatever thought was going on in his mind seems to pass because then he's reaching out to touch the robe I'm wearing, sifting the fabric through his fingers.
“This is nice.”
I glance down at it and smile before reaching up and circling my arms around his neck. The need to keep touching him is strong today. “It was a gift from my best friend, Tanisha,” I answer wistfully. “Before I moved away.”
“You miss her?”
“I do,” I answer with a sigh.
Lifting his hands to rub up and down my arms, he says, “She has good taste.” His gaze drops to one of my forearms, and he rubs his thumb back and forth across my skin. “Want to tell me about these?”
I look to where his thumb is barely brushing over the ink that's there. A soft smile pulls at my lips as the fond memories of my parents surface.
“My dad loved to garden,” I tell him, looking at the beautiful stem of orchids on my arm. “He had flowers everywhere. Peonies and orchids were his favorites, but orchids especially. He won a few awards for the most well-kept and most colorful garden.” I laugh thinking about it now. “He would take pictures of his flowers any chance he got and show them to people like they were his pride and joy. Nobody minded it either because he was so genuinely happy and excited to show them off. He was a good man as well, like my brother.”
Cam's face is pensive as he watches me talk, taking in every word and expression on my face, and then he's glancing back at my arm. “And this one?” he asks, touching the cluster of stars.
“Mom loved the night sky,” I start. “She actually had the same tattoo on her back, so I thought it would be fitting to have the same one as her.” Although these are happy memories, they're still usually accompanied by feelings of melancholy. I don't want that right now; the feeling of missing them so desperately that it aches deep within my chest. So, I turn the conversation onto him. “What about your parents?” Something crosses his face, and all too late, I remember his comment the night we first kissed about them hating him. I'm totally curious about it all, but I don't want to ruin the day by bringing up something he may not want to even think about. “I'm sorry, you don't need to answer,” I add, trying to backtrack.
I can see him beginning to withdraw into himself. The blissful morning we shared is slowly turning into a distant memory. I scramble, trying to think of a way to fix the situation or at least distract him. My mind filters through possible conversations to start, what we'll do today, my brother, something humorous, and then finally, I settle on something else to try.
“Actually, I think I do need to call Ash about something.” I begin to pull away as I say the words, but he tightens his hold on me, not allowing me to leave. His silver eyes narrow as his features turn stony. All traces of him shutting down are gone, instead replaced with a spark of possessiveness. It worked.
I shift in front of him, and his eyes drop from my face, taking a slow path down. I realize that my robe has come open, revealing my completely naked body to him, and he's taking it all in.
His eyes darken as they rake over my exposed flesh, and I almost forget what we were talking about. Instinctively, I lower one hand to close it up, but Cam grabs my wrist, halting me. “This body . . .” he says, moving the arm he's gripping to behind my back and pinning it in place. “It's phenomenal. And fuckingmine.” He then leans forward to run his nose along my jaw and cheek, inhaling a deep breath. A smattering of goosebumps spread, traveling the length of me the moment his warm breath hits my ear. “And your scent is like a drug.”
I swallow, my eyes closing when he nips at my earlobe with his teeth. I know that using Ash as a distraction for him to avoid thinking or speaking about his parents is probably wrong, but I can't find it in me to care at this moment, especially not when he lifts his free hand to pinch a nipple. A shuddered breath passes my lips, and I arch into his touch.
He has a way of getting me caught up in the moment of lust, enough to forget my own name.
With one arm still pinned behind my back, I turn my face to catch his lips while they're still close to me. He quickly delves into the kiss, dipping his tongue in to move with mine. My free hand drops from his shoulder, where it was still perched, and slides down his body in one slow trail until it reaches the very hard appendage inside his jeans.
His piercings intrigue me. I like thema lot. So I trail my fingers over the bulge, stopping when I feel the studs, then I give a slight tug. Cam's grunt in my mouth, along with the shallow thrust of his hips, has liquid heat pooling between my legs and my pulse thundering.
The next thing I know, I'm being lifted, and my ass is hitting the counter while Cam steps between my legs. He forces me to lean back on my elbows, pushing at the robe so it pools on the counter behind me, then his mouth drops to my chest, not wasting any time before sucking a nipple into his mouth. I release a harsh breath, one hand flying up to grip the back of his hair.
You wouldn't think I already had two orgasms this morning with the need I feel brewing within.
After some long delicious seconds, he pulls back, eyes looking wild and feral with lust. “You'll probably want to shower after this.” He grabs hold of my legs and drags me closer until my ass is right on the edge of the counter, then places each foot up, spreading me wide. “If you're going to callCurly-locks, you have to do it with my spit on your pussy.”
I assume he means because he's about to lean down and taste me again, but then he looks down between us and spits on my pussy.Spits.I never thought I'd find that erotic, but damn, it has me biting my lip to keep myself from moaning already. We both watch as it drips down the front toward my opening.
A low, primal sound rumbles from deep within him before he pulls his jeans and boxer briefs down, then fists his dick, using the tip to spread his spit all over me. I was already wet, so there wasn't really any need, but I find seeing him do it mesmerizing. Once he's satisfied with his smearing, he reaches down into his jean pocket that's sitting around his thighs, pulls out his wallet, and then a condom.
“Hold on tight. This will probably be quick.”
After rolling the condom on and giving one hard squeeze at the base, he lines himself up and thrusts in, setting a fast but steady pace before I even have a chance to grip the counter. It's like he's desperate and needy for this, and I have no problem giving it to him. The sight of his abs tensing and clenching with each pump of his hips has me panting and fantasizing about running my tongue over each dip and groove.
One of his hands relocates to the area where we're joined so that he can rub circles over my spit-covered clit, and the other runs a path from my thigh, up over my stomach, stopping to caress a breast, and then up to my neck where he squeezes. It's not enough to cut off airflow, but it is enough to pull me toward him so that he can kiss me again.
The combined feeling of what he's doing with each hand along with the passion filled kiss, has me whimpering, with the pressure in my core almost reaching a critical point. He said he would probably be quick, but I know for sure that I will be.
The grinding of his hips against me while still deep inside is what sends me all the way. Sparks shoot throughout my body, firing in every direction while white-hot pleasure fills me. My eyes squeeze tight, and I know I'm moaning into his mouth, but the blood rushing through my ears drowns out the sound.
“I fucking love the sound of you coming,” Cam grunts after I've quietened down.
When I open my eyes again, Cam is moving both hands under my arms to grip my shoulders from behind while touching his forehead to mine, rutting into me with irregular thrusts. The guy that was determined that we shouldn't be together, the one that said he was bad for me, is nowhere to be found now. Instead, this guy is gripping me tight and holding me close like he doesn't want to let go. It has my heart joining in on the moment, swelling and seeking out the love it's always craving.
