“Nat,” he hisses. “You don’t have to do this.”
Shaking my head, I answer truthfully. “I want to.”
Nose flaring, he inhales deeply and tips his head back against the top of the couch. Even from here, I see his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Although I want to watch whatever’s about to go down, it’s safer for me to close my eyes too.
When I encase myself in the darkness, I can imagine I’m alone with my thoughts. There’s no embarrassment; we’re both reaching for the same thing.
A groan rasps as I slightly rub my foot along the distended member at his pelvis. I don’t know how far he wants to go and I’m not sure how far I do either. Something is different about tonight. While there’s been tension between us before, this is sharper and more connected. It’s as if the barriers have been broken down for however much time we have right now.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s gotten up and turned himself around. We’re lying face-to-face and barely fitting on the couch, but it’s perfect.
Like two teenagers making out so that our parents don’t know, we’re almost silent. His eyes bore into mine. “Are you sure about this?” He whispers.
“I don’t know about sex,” I admit. It might ruin what we have and, while I’d give most of the money I have to know what it feels like for him to be inside me, I’m not willing to give up Trinity. She’s the most important piece to this puzzle.
“I don’t know about it either,” he agrees. “Why don’t we see where this takes us?”
His hand cups my jaw and he moves in hesitantly.
The first kiss.
The one I’ve wanted for years.
His lips are smooth, his tongue giving just enough force to get inside my mouth. Little does he know, I would’ve given it easily and there was no need to hesitate. My hands reach up, fingers digging into his hair and pulling him closer to me.
It’s the encouragement he needs. Gone is any attempt at easing in. He devours me and I fucking love it. It’s the unbridled passion I’ve craved from him for years. We meld together, tongues twisting and bodies pressing together until there’s no room between us. Needing a hit of air, I pull back, panting.
Cameron does the same.
“Nat, what the fuck?”
His voice is deep, breath ragged, eyes hooded, and hands gripping my thighs as he pulls them around his waist, flipping us over. I’m on my back with him above me, his hands punching the couch underneath us.
“Do we have to think about it?” I work my hands down and under the t-shirt he wears, feeling the bare skin I’ve dreamt about.
“We should,” he says as he dips his head down, lips catching hold of my neck.
“Don’t be the responsible parent right now,” I beg. “Be the guy who thinks with this.” I take one hand down, running it along his waistband. “How long has it been since you’ve done that?”
“Too long.” He groans, letting go with one hand and catching the edge of my shirt with his fingers.
Sitting up slightly, I help him get first mine off and then his.
The lace of my bra catches on the slight hair of his chest. “That feels good,” I hiss.
“This’ll feel even better.” The promise in his voice is all I need.
When his fingers catch in the cups of my bra and he pulls them down, I thrust up to meet him. Hot heat encases first one nipple and then the next.
My hands fight with the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down so I can sneak in between his boxer briefs and bare skin. “Aww fuck…” he rasps when my palm touches the tip of his cock, already wet for me. Flexing against the head, I wrap my fingers around and move down the smooth velvet heat before coming back up. “Yes, Nat. Fucking yes.”
In the back of my mind, I wonder how long it’s been since a woman’s touched him like this. However, I don’t have the guts to ask. Instead, I push those thoughts back, locking them in a place I won’t look until I’m ready to know the answer.
My other hand runs up his washboard abs, feeling every flex and ripple as his hips push into my fist. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and get lost in the sensual heat he’s managed to work between us.
“Natalie, you’re beautiful.” He nuzzles against my neck again before his fingers trail down my stomach.
“Whatever you’re doing,” I manage to get out of my tight throat. “For this.” I splay my fingers on his abs. “Please keep doing it. I enjoy it.”