“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But give me a second, and I’ll change, then we can go swimming. Believe it or not, I actually love to swim.”
“Not this time.” The green made its way out of the kaleidoscope of colors in his eyes, determined and strong.
“Huh?”
“I never pushed because I didn’t want to push you away. But now, I’m pushing. There’s no way I’m letting you go without us resolving this thing between us.”
“There’s nothing between us but work.”
“You took work off the table with your resignation letter and this little stunt. So, you don’t get to hide behind it anymore. Now there’s nothing but us and the way webothfeel.”
Each word brushed her face like a lover’s touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then, let me show you.”
Blake’s lips swooped down and claimed hers like a hawk snatching an unsuspecting fish out of the lake. Only she couldn’t lie to herself. She’d known,hopedfor, this possibility. His lips latched on to hers like they had in her memory. Only it was a thousand times better, more succulent, and exhilarating than she’d remembered. Blake’s kiss knocked her off her feet as it had the first time. Theonlytime he’d held her in his arms. His kiss was like waking up from an exquisite dream, then discovering it was real after all. She sighed and opened her mouth fully. The first kiss, he’d taken the lead. Controlled. But then he’d stopped and left her wanting.Needing.
Cameron’s tongue remembered the betrayal, the loss. It speared into his mouth, desperate to ensure that he wouldn’t take that elusive flavor away this time. His tongue jumped at hers as if he’d been waiting—the panther pouncing. Their tongues battled like two kids working their joystick in a fevered competition—up, down, back and forth. His taste filled her mouth and danced across her taste buds— Waltz, Tango, Mambo, Salsa, Rumba Cha-cha. All the dances she’d signed them up to learn this week. She didn’t know how much he’d retained from his previous classes, but his tongue had mastered every move. Her heart dropped with every dip, then soared with every lift.
She breathed in gulps of his Blake scent. His natural sandalwood scent mixed with the fresh pine breeze blowing through the window screen. The heady combination sped her heartbeat until her choices were him or air. Her foolish body chose him—would always choose him.
“Cameron,” her name a singsong out of his mouth, with a low keening wail that echoed through her throbbing pussy.
She gave an answering moan when he palmed her butt and pulled her into his groin. A wild animal answering the mating call of the panther stalking her. Waiting for her to give in.
Chapter 4
Cameron’s moan was like a whip, snapping him awake. Their first kiss had planted in the murky soil of his memory. Wrapped in a sweet, warm cocoon, waiting for this moment. Where it sprang to life and pushed its way to the surface. Watered and ready to bloom.Finally.
He thought he’d remembered her taste, her flavor. But if he’d recalled the true depth and breadth, he’d have fired her fucking ass. To hell with work. He would have done whatever the hell he had to do to get andkeepher in his bed. Nothing–no woman or kiss, had ever ignited his body while feeding his soul. Cameron Gray was the first. Whisking him back to being a nerdy teenager in the arms of a sex goddess. Only she wasn’t a fantasy. When they finished, she wasn’t going to rush home to her husband and children. Pretending to care for the money. She wasn’t faking a damn thing.
“Say you want me.”
“Huh?” She pulled back, her deep brown eyes staring into his. Trying to dig out what he meant. But she wouldn’t find any answers there.
How could she? When Blake didn’t understand, himself, how she was turning him into a needy and insecure teen.
Blake Scott hadn’t been that kid since Marisela had laughed at his proposal and patted him on the cheek. Telling him that he was a sweet kid, but still a child. His mind lost some of the meaning in the translation. But his heart heard; she had a man. Arealman. The words had crushed him, like the rose petals he’d scattered at her feet in a useless romantic gesture. He’d sworn he’d never be that vulnerable to a woman again. But here he was…
“Cameron Gray, do you want me? Say it, dammit. Tell me I’m not the only one.” He stood there in fucking Speedos, with his erection blasting his desire like a giant Imax screen in full technicolor. He waited, and waiting was so damn hard.
Until she lifted her hand and palmed the side of his face. He recoiled as if she had shot him. He didn’t want that fucking gesture. It was too much Marisela and not enough Cameron.
“Blake, I do.” She rubbed her hands up and down her long arms. “But I don’t know if it’s the smart thing to do. We should take some time to clear our heads and then decide.”
“I decided the minute you said, ‘I do.’”
He hefted her into his arms, loving how her legs wrapped around his waist like a code that finally worked.
Finally.
“I hope these damn beds are strong enough for what I’m about to do to your body.”
“What is that?”
“Wreck it. Take your ass and pound it into regret for not giving it to me sooner. I should turn you over my lap and spank you. Punish you for holding back. And the only thing stopping me–theonlything–is I can’t fucking wait a minute more to have you.”
“You weren’t waiting.” She huffed as he dropped her down on the bed. Cameron’s thick, dark hair splayed out behind her, the long strands falling just past her shoulders.