But I’m determined to get there.
“You have the softest skin,” I murmur as I cup her breasts and tease her nipples over her bra. “And you smell delicious.”
“I smell like pasta,” she says with a smile in her voice. “And probably garlic bread.”
“Delicious,” I repeat softly.
“Good enough to eat?”
She’s teasing, but it’s no joke to me. I nip her ear, then take her hand and pull her with me to the bed, where I don’t even undress her before urging her back onto the mattress.
“Hold on to the headboard,” I instruct her.
“This again?” Her pink lips tip up into an excited grin. “There’s nothing for me to hold on to, Cam.”
Hmm, she’s right. This hotel doesn’t take certain…tastes into consideration.
“Okay, grasp on to the pillow, on either side of your head. And don’t—”
“Don’t let go,” she finishes for me.
I narrow my eyes on her and boost up until I’m at eye level with her, my face inches from hers.
“Do you think this is the time to be sassy, Mary Margaret?” My voice is firm and leaves no room for argument.
But she doesn’t look afraid, which pleases me. One red eyebrow cocks.
“Apparently, not. Should I call you sir?”
My cock twitches. I brush my nose over hers and wait until she grips the pillow in both hands before pulling her sweater up and loosely wrapping it over her head so she can’t see well but can still breathe.
“If you get uncomfortable, just tell me, and I’ll move the sweater. But don’t let go. You need to trust me. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and I immediately smile.
She can’t see me.
“Good girl,” I say in her ear, then kiss my way down to her perfect little breasts. I unfasten her bra and move the cups out of the way so I can tease her pink nipples. Once they’re wet from my tongue, I blow on them and watch in satisfaction as they tighten.
Next, I make my way to her jeans. With a flick of my wrist, they come unfastened, and I tug the denim down her gorgeous, curvy hips, unveiling a scrap of blue cotton covering the promised land.
Her flesh erupts in goosebumps at the exposure to the air, and her hips circle when I push one finger under the elastic at her thigh and follow it inward as if her heat is a magnet.
“Oh, damn it,” she moans and shifts her legs. “Cameron, you’re such a tease.”
“I didn’t say you could talk.”
She chuckles and then presses her lips together, trying to muffle a moan when I slide the finger deeper under her panties.
“You can, however, moan, gasp, groan, and scream my name to your heart’s content.”
“Oh, God,” she moans and makes me smile once more.
Fucking hell, she’s amazing. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. In a partner.
And when my finger slips effortlessly between her wet folds, she gasps.
“Cam!”
Chapter 14
~Maggie~
He’s trying to kill me. That’s the only explanation for the no-talking, no-seeing, no-moving stuff.
Because it’s hot as hell. Figuratively and literally, and I don’t want him to stop.
Does this mean I’m submissive? I don’t even know. I’ve only read books and watched movies about this stuff, and I always rolled my eyes. I would have said that I’d punch any man who dared to tell me whether or not I could speak.
But when it comes from Cam, a man that I trust—hell, love—it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Not to mention, the way he growls, “Good girl,” makes me want to be a good girl. And that’s ludicrous. But true.
Good God, I’m losing my mi-i-ind. “Shit!”
Cam laughs, the sadistic jerk, as he taps on my clit, and I see stars. It doesn’t matter that I’m not allowed to talk. I couldn’t form a sentence to save my life anyway.
My hips move in invitation, my heels digging into the mattress, and my hands white-knuckled on the pillow as Cam does intoxicating things to me. I’ve never had a man pay so much attention to the details.
“You have a little freckle right…here.” He presses a kiss right next to my labia. “And one here.” Another kiss on the other side.
I want to remind him that I have freckles everywhere, but I hold the words in and sigh in delight when his mouth covers me, and he really gets down to business.
Who knew how satisfying sex could be? Not me. Not until Cameron. I didn’t know that electricity could shoot through me with just one touch or that memories of these moments could do the same days later.
Even when he’s not touching me!
How is that even possible?
“Cam!” I reach out for him blindly, but he takes my hand, kisses it, and returns it to the pillow.
“Keep your hands up here,” he says sternly.
“Or what?” I whisper, then bite my lip in the silence that follows.
Shit.
“Or we stop.”