“What are you doing, Easton?”
“I’m going to show you just how much I love your body, no matter what the size is or whether you can fit into your pants tomorrow, then I’m going to do something I should have done the day I met you.” My lips find hers, dominating her. I nudge her lips open with my own, tasting her, capturing her flavor on my tongue, and devouring her as much as I can with my mouth.
Her body molds to mine, and her hands sink into my hair. She matches me in every motion I make, wanting to be a part of this, not letting me dominate her completely. When we pull apart, her forehead finds mine. “I can’t believe we did that,” she breathes out.
“You better believe it because it’s going to happen again,” I groan as her hips grind down on my lap. I know this is what she needs. I don’t want her first time getting off with me to be in a parking lot, let alone in my truck, but damn does she need this. Hell, I need to see her come apart myself. I hold her body to mine, thrusting up when she rocks her body along the length of my cock. This is only making me want her more, right here and now. It would be so easy to open my jeans, yank her skirt up over her luscious ass, and slide her panties to the side so she could slide down my length. What I wouldn’t give to have her spread out on a bed before me.
“Easton.” Her voice is a plea, one I want to hear more of. I take it farther, reaching up to her blouse. I yank it out of her skirt, sliding my hand along her smooth skin until I reach her breast, loathing the fact that I can’t lick her skin. When I reach the lace of her bra, I almost come in my pants. I can feel the outline of her nipple, and my thumb glides over it. Her sharp intake of breath lets me know she likes it. Taking that in, I pinch and pull on it.
“I know, baby. I know,” I murmur, helping her slide back and forth, deeper and harder.
“Please, Easton, I need more,” she says. I take her mouth, move my hand from her nipple, and I do what I’ve wanted to do this whole time. I wrench her skirt up, letting my fingers tease along the lace of her panties before I slide my thumb into the side. It has the effect I want. Her pants are deeper than before. I find her clit, applying pressure. If I could slide my finger inside her, I would.
“Come for me, Cam. Come all over me,” I demand. My thumb works in small circles, and her hands dive into my hair, holding on for dear life. My mouth finds her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, and I bite down.
She comes apart in my arms, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I take it one step further, seeing if she’ll light up for me again. This time, I move her so I can slide a finger inside her, my thumb still applying pressure on her clit. “Fuck,” I groan out when I feel how tight she is. Her body rocks into my hand, and I bring her mouth to mine, wanting to taste her and swallow her moans as she tightens on my finger so hard, she almost pushes it out. Her body convulses as she comes. Damn, I can’t wait to have this woman forever.
“Are you okay?” I grunt out when I finally pull away from her, letting her sink into my body.
“Never better.” She picks her head up from my chest, a smile on her face.
I nod and return her smile before helping her slide back into her seat.
We make our way back to the hotel, and if I knew I had a fighting chance, I’d ask her to stay the night with me.
Chapter Eight
Cameron
True to Easton’s word, we go back to his place. He grabs a beer for himself, then asks, “You want a beer or a glass of wine?”
“No can do. Not only am I technically still on the clock, but I have to drive home tonight.” It sucks, really, because I would love a glass of wine after this crazy day.
“There’s plenty of room for you to stay here.” He winks.
“Not happening. You want to look for open houses, and I have another hour before I need to leave. School starts earlier than normal tomorrow, which reminds me, I won’t be here until noon, maybe a few minutes later,” I explain to him.
“Yeah, I’ll schedule some showings while you’re in class.” I follow him to the balcony, sitting beside him on the outdoor couch. Our legs brush, causing my spine to tingle like it seems to always do when I’m around Easton. I don’t dare look into his eyes right now. Instead, he opens his laptop and starts surfing the web for real estate listings. I know, without a doubt, he could hire a realtor to help find him the home he’s after. This must be another one of his ploys to keep me around. I have to admit that I like how Easton gets his way.