Her heart lurched. “Cam, I’ve been worried
about you.”
He strode toward her with purpose, as if he were stalking prey. “I want to love you, Rose. Now. Please.” He grabbed her and kissed her hard.
“I—”
He stopped her with his kisses, and her muffled words disappeared in his passion. He moved to her neck, biting it, licking it, inhaling deeply. “Your scent. I’ll never forget your strawberry scent.”
“Cam, what on earth?”
“Please, sweetheart,” he said, “just once more, so I can remember you.”
“Remember me? What do you—”
His mouth was on hers again, drinking of her, feasting on her, taking from her. She gave willingly everything she had. How she loved him! He was beside himself with worry, and she would do whatever she could for him.
Cameron walked toward the door without releasing Rose, locked it, lifted her in his arms, and set her gently on the bed. He climbed on top of her, still kissing her passionately while he fumbled with her bodice. He freed her aching breasts and buried his face between them.
“I’ll never see beauty such as yours again in my life,” he said. “I’ll remember this day always, sweet. I’ll remember that once, just once, an angel loved me.”
“I’ll always love you,” Rose said. “You don’t need to talk like that. Oh! That feels so good, Cam.” Rose arched off the bed, struggling to be free of her dress.
Cameron ripped the rest of her clothes off with lightning speed, paused for just a moment to gaze at her, and then undressed and returned to the bed.
“Love me, Rose,” he said. “Love me.”
“I do, Cam,” Rose breathed. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Would you?”
“Yes, you know I would.”
“Would you kiss me here?” He pointed to his mouth.
She pulled him to her and kissed him, letting her tongue invade his spicy sweetness.
“Here?” He pointed to the hollow of his throat.
She pushed him down on the bed and climbed atop him, kissing and licking the sensitive spot on his neck. He groaned her name.
“And here?” He pointed to his chest.
She ran her tongue through the fine black hair, licking his nipples as they hardened beneath her loving touch. He tasted of salt and musk and perfection. He tasted of the man she loved.
Cameron groaned. “What about here?” he said, gesturing to his raging erection.
Surprisingly, the idea didn’t repulse her. In fact, she found she wanted nothing more. She loved every part of him, and she wanted to please him, so she lowered her head. She buried her face in his black curls, inhaling the musky scent of his sex. She ran her fingers through them, memorizing their texture and silkiness. Then she grasped his arousal and kissed the head of his cock. He gasped, and she smiled. She had given him pleasure. She twirled her tongue around it, and then tried to fit it in her mouth. He was so large, but what little she could do made him moan and writhe beneath her.
“That’s the way, sweetheart. Love me.”
“I do love you, Cam,” she said, licking her way down and then back up. She kissed the sensitive skin between his thighs and smiled at his groan. Then she returned to his cock, spreading kisses over every inch of it, licking and stroking the head and sucking it into her mouth.
“Come here, Rose,” he said, his voice filled with smoke. “Come love me this way.”
She moved forward and kissed his lips as he gently positioned her over his erection.
“Tell me if it hurts, my darling.” He eased her down upon his hardness.