Page 70 of Promise To Marry You
The taxi ride back to Cam’s hotel is quiet, but we both seem to need that; those minutes of silence, with her head on my shoulder and my thumb stroking the inside of her leg. We’re connected physically and reconnecting emotionally, all at the same time.
After I pay the taxi driver and grab my bag, I take Cam’s hand and thread our fingers together as we walk inside the nondescript hotel close to the Brandon airport.
“What else do you need to take care of here before we can go back to the island?”
Cam just shakes her head. “Absolutely nothing. I was actually on my way back to try and change my flight to tonight so I could come home to you.”
We enter the elevator, and as soon as the doors close, I tug her into my arms, resting my chin on the top of her head. “I fucking love hearing you say that.”
“What?” she asks, her voice muffled by my shirt.
“That you want to come home to me.”
She lifts her chin, and I meet her in the middle to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Youaremy home, Beck. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”
My hands tighten on her hips as I fight the urge to take her right here, against the wall of the elevator. “You have no idea what you saying that does to me.”
She grinds her pelvis into mine and gives me a wink. “I have a pretty good idea.”
A growl. A fuckinggrowlof frustration escapes me when the doors open and I have to step away from her heat. But I keep her close to my side as we cover the short distance to her room. And as soon as the door closes behind us, I flip the security latch over and spin Cam around so her back is against the door.
Dropping to my knees, I run my hands up her denim covered legs. “These need to go.”
Her breathing speeds up, but Cam makes quick work of unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down over her hips. I take the edge of her dark red panties and pull them down as well, helping her step out of them both so she’s bare to me.
“Fucking beautiful.” I look up to see her staring down at me, love blazing from her eyes. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I lean it and swipe my tongue up her slit slowly. Her eyes start to drift shut and I pause. “Open your eyes, wife. Watch me.”
She complies, her hands coming to my head. Raking her fingers through my short hair, she grips as strongly as she can. “If I’m going to watch, you better give me a good show.”
Grinning, I lean back and pull my shirt over my head. But when I go to remove my glasses, she stops me.
“Keep those on. I want to see them get all fogged up.”
I barely hold back my groan as her hands push my head in toward her glistening sex. Lifting a finger, I slide it through her folds, dipping just the tip in. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Always,” she gasps. Then she takes my wrist in one of her hands and lifts my fingers to her mouth, sucking them in deeply. This time, my groan escapes.
“Fuck, woman.”
“Mmm,” she moans in response, releasing my fingers with a pop. Immediately I lower my hand and plunge those fingers inside of her heat, turning her moan into a shout of my name as her head falls back and hits the door. “God yes, Beckett.”
Lowering my head again, I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tight bundle of nerves, flicking it, then stroking it. Cam’s fingers grip my hair and it’s borderline painful but just makes me more determined. I twist my fingers in and out of her, slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, taking note of which draws a better response. But I barely have time to figure that out before she starts to clench around me, folding her body forward, ripping my hair as she convulses.
“Fuck. Beck. Oh shit, I’m coming. Fuck, so hard. Oh my God. Beckett. Fuck, yes. Yes!” With one final shriek, Cam collapses into her orgasm, my arms quickly coming to support her as she slides down the door. But before her bare ass can hit the floor, I scoop her up, and walk over to the bed.
Staring down at her flushed skin, her glistening pussy, and her lust-filled eyes, I feel my dick leaking in my pants. Getting them off over my rigid erection is hard, but the second I’m free, I exhale at the exact same time Cam lets out another sexy as sin moan.
“I need you to fill me, husband of mine.”
Grinning, I prowl forward, straight onto the bed, where I grab her legs and lift them up to wrap around my hips. “As you wish, wife of mine.”
With no hesitation, I drive into her, her body opening to me easily. But the sensation of being surrounded by the woman I love is almost too much to bear, and I force myself to hold still for a moment.
“Jesus, Cam. I love you so goddamn much,” I whisper reverently, staring down at her. Her features soften as she lifts her hands up to cup my cheeks.
“And I love you.”
My eyes close, and when I open them again, my dream come true is still right there beneath me. Slowly, I start to move, gliding in and out of her, drinking in every gasp, every moan, every flutter of her inner walls.
