“INEED TO LIE DOWN,” I mumble as Cameron enters the house behind me.
I limp to the foot of the stairs only to feel his strong arm grip my waist tightly. I don’t bother to protest this time, having learned that it does little good when Mr. O’Neill has made his mind up about something, although the ire coursing through my veins has me wanting to put the length of Long Island between us. He carries my weight easily, allowing me to put as little pressure as possible on my bum leg. We take a right at the top of the stairs and he sets me down in front of the guest room.
“Thanks,” I mutter, forcing myself to remember my manners.
“Goodnight.” His voice is uncharacteristically weak.
I close the door behind me without looking at him and collapse onto the bed, pulling the covers over me in an effort to block out the energy from the other side of the door. The arrows shot at me over the last few months no longer seem to bounce off; most are now sticking deep.
I do have enough life experience to know that this feeling of betrayal is a product of my ego, but finding out that other people—other friends—knew your spouse was cheating on you while you were an oblivious fool has to be one of the most devastating aspects of infidelity.
I close my eyes and breathe, trying to feel compassion for Cameron’s reasons for staying silent. I drift in and out of slumber, replaying his words in my mind…
A loud clang crashes through the air around me. Suddenly wide awake and sitting up in the moonlit room, I listen for the noise and hear nothing but the whistle of wind that sounds like it’s picked up since we got back to the house.
I lie back down and stare at the ceiling that appears to glow in the silvery radiance of the moon. A few minutes of grappling with my overbearing thoughts pass and a sense of peace descends from some inexplicable place inside me as I comprehend that Cameron would never deliberately try to hurt me, and that after what he went through at the hands of Alex and Jack, he wasn’t best equipped to handle my relationship with a man who was once like a brother to him.
Restless, I decide to head to the kitchen and make myself a hot drink and pick a book to read from Redwood’s vast library. I pull off the peach dress with its saltwater stains that I wore in the boat and hop in the shower for a minute to wash the salt off my skin. I turn the water to the coldest setting for the last thirty seconds to invigorate my body and wake me up, then get out and pull on some white panties and a cream lace bralette—one of the few bralettes I’ve ever worn that give my breasts ample support. I add a pair of loose black yoga pants and a tight magenta tank top with skinny straps, then slide a thick cardigan over me to cover the ample cleavage that my ultra-tight top gives me. I step out barefoot onto the unlit landing only to find Cameron standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a black T-shirt and black sweatpants, his features furrowed in concerned focus.
“Cam?”
“Hey. I thought I heard a noise.”
I take a step closer towards him as he studies the front door below us.
“I thought I heard something too. Should we check outside?” I ask.
“I’ve looked out back and out front. I don’t see anything. I think the wind must have knocked something over.”
With that, I pull on his arm and force him to take a seat with me at the top of the stairs.
Before I have a chance to speak, he does. “Jessynia, I want you to understand that I’m sorry, for everything. I’m ashamed of how weak I was back then.” His voice is hoarse and somber, his face a devastating picture of anguished beauty.
I smile at him softy, trying not to be overcome by the scent of his skin. I’m becoming ridiculously aware of how intoxicating he smells, with notes of mint, some indescribable male pheromones swirled with the salty scent of the ocean and a hint of musky aftershave. Fighting this constant underlying arousal and exigent sexual tension is verging on exhausting at this point. I wish it would just go away or at least give me some respite.
“I’m sorry too,” I respond. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the moment, Cam. Since finding out about the affair—well, affairs—the pain and humiliation I feel just drown out every other emotion. I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about how you felt. I do. I’m not angry at you. You tried to stop me… so many times. It was my decision.”
“You know, even when you’re going through something like this, you still think about everybody else.”
“Well, I guess we have that in common,” I respond as the golden skin of his arm brushes against mine, leaving a flaring imprint behind.
As the tension between us crackles palpably, I know I have to do something to stop the incessant magnetic pull I feel towards him.
So I stand up.
“I was gonna go pick a book to read, but I think I’ll just go back to bed instead. I’ll just get some water—”
“Stay here. I’ll get it.”
Before I have time to protest, he hops downstairs, reappearing a few seconds later with a large bottle of water which he carries up in confident bounds and hands to me. I reach inside the bedroom and place it on the rosewood side table next to the door.
“Well, sleep well,” he finally says, drinking in my face for a few charged moments.
“Goodnight.”
As he turns to walk away, I reach out my hand to grab his dense bicep and stop him. “Cam, I need to ask you something—something I’ve asked you before.”
He turns round to face me, his gaze unflinching as I take a step onto the landing. “Go on.”
“That night that you… that my car broke down… on the highway,” I stammer, the words coming out messily as if I’m afraid to hear his answer, “and you found me, were you… going somewhere? I mean, were you supposed to be leaving the Hamptons?”
He glances at my lips for a few long seconds but doesn’t answer.
“I want to know the truth. I’ve been playing it over in my mind.”
He looks down at the floor between us before finding my eyes again. “I hadn’t planned on leaving that night.”
“Then why were you on that road?”
He is silent for what feels like a full minute as if contemplating whether to speak.
“I was at Josie’s that night. When Mason got there, he told me what happened on the beach, with you.”
I shake my head and a sigh of irritation escapes me. Mason has always been inept at keeping secrets.
“I asked him to call Kevin to find out what was happening and Kevin told him you were driving back to Manhattan, alone. The storm had started by then. It was dark. I got Mason to call your cell and your phone kept going to voicemail. I decided to leave the party and walk home, but I couldn’t shake this feeling that something was… wrong. I got in my car and just started driving in the direction of Manhattan. I can’t explain it. It was like there was something pushing me there…”
My heart stalls as he carries on.
“I’m not sure what I was expecting to see. Something beyond my control was forcing me to drive. I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I saw the two cars pulled up on the side of the highway, I pulled over. And then when I saw you, saw those men— I could have committed murder that night. Easily.”
My stomach flutters as I think back to that night and how much he did for me and how bad things could have been if it weren’t for him. As his confident dark eyes hold me prisoner, I feel weak… and grateful, as though I should be on my knees in gratitude.
“Cam, you saved my life. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you did for me.”
“Well, I didn’t really have much choice. When it comes to you, there are forces at play that are stronger than myself.”
I swallow hard, paralyzed by his gaze.
“Jessynia, there’s another reason I couldn’t bear seeing you with Jack,” he says softly. “Another reason I made such a mess of everything…”
I swallow hard. “What is it?”
“I split up with Olivia not long after you left for London that summer.”
“I remember.”
“The relationship had been shaky for a while, as I guess you remember. There were some things that had become increasingly hard to overlook, perhaps on both sides. But that’s not why we separated.”
“Okay…”
“We split up because I had known for a while that I was… in love… with someone else.”
I peer at him, perplexed, and his eyes soften for a moment as the glow from the bedside lamp in my room sends flames dancing off the smooth planes of his face.
“We split up because I had been trying to fight the fact that I was madly and desperately in love with… the smartest, funniest, most beautiful girl I’d ever met. The most caring and selfless, and the most infuriating woman I’ve ever known.”
He leans forward and strokes my face with his strong hand, setting the skin on my cheek alight as tingling warmth enters my core like daylight flooding into a dark room. He eats me up, studying every minute detail of my reaction and smiles, totally composed, as he watches my cheeks flush before running his thumb over my chin and off my face.
My mouth is instantly dry. “Cam,” I whisper, wishing I didn’t blush so easily.
His dangerous bronze eyes bore into mine confidently, watching my expression with poise incongruous with the intimacy of the conversation. My pulse takes off and my breathing quickens as the fizzing current running between us makes my body vibrate. Holding his piercing gaze is difficult, but I suddenly can’t look away.
“I’d been trying to fight how I felt for months,” he continues, “with every ounce of strength inside me until I couldn’t take the agony any longer. I was going to tell you before you left for London, but I had to break up with Olivia first. I was planning to let things die down after the breakup and tell you when you got back. But you came back with Jack…”
“Cam—”
“The thought of you and him together used to make me ill. There were days I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I was insane with jealousy. In fact, I don’t remember ever having felt jealous before in my life—not like that. The thought of him with you, in bed with you, kissing you, touching you, making love to you, it made me want to… rip my skin off.”
“I… I didn’t know,” I stammer. My cheeks feel hot as he watches my face tenderly. “Cam, I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m just happy I get to spend time with you again.”
I want to say something else, to tell him how much I care about him too, to tell him that he’s one of the most beautiful and special and magical beings I’ve ever met, and that not having him in my life was a nightmare, and that since I’ve reconnected with him, every time he looks at me, I feel like I may faint.
I think about the dozens of women I’ve seen throw themselves at him and wonder if they have any idea what a beautiful person he is. I wonder if they see beyond the impossible physical beauty, the money, the power and the O’Neill name that they covet so much. I wonder if he even sees it himself. And I wonder for a second why he cares so much about me when he could have his pick of any woman he wants.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with air to try and calm the flaring nerves I feel, and my chest expands, pushing my breasts out slightly. I swallow hard, afraid of losing all my self-control around him. And afraid of how desperately I now want him, how badly I want to feel his lips on mine, to feel his body against mine, to feel him inside me, dominating my body, removing Jack’s touch from it, chasing away the ghosts haunting me.
“Well, I guess I’d better let you sleep,” he breathes, taking a step towards me and leaning forward as if to kiss me on the cheek.
As his mouth touches my flushed cheek, my face tilts towards his instinctively until his lips are hovering within inches of mine. As he stops and pulls away, I’m unable to take my yearning eyes off his mouth, feeling so fragile opposite the athletic male presence in front of me.
Time stands still.
And I see nothing but him.
Hear nothing but the beat of my heart.
My skin aches for his touch.
As Cameron’s respiration quickens and his eyes study my face fiercely, my lips part slightly and he leans forward as if losing control, throwing both hands onto the wall behind me in a burst of energy and inclining his sculpted face towards mine. I catch the scent of his intoxicating breath on my face as he breathes in and out heavily, as if trying to restrain himself.
“Cameron,” I whisper faintly, both in awe of his unabashed virility and afraid of the unmanageable desire I feel for him and of crossing the ever-approaching line holding us apart. At this point, every second is an exercise in self-restraint, and I don’t see how I can resist the acute pull anymore. I make a last-ditch effort to fight the need to have his tongue penetrate my mouth for the first time, but my whole body is tingling with anticipation and my sex is already wet and aching for him.
He groans as he leans his face towards mine, staring at my panting mouth as I lose myself in his powerful aura, my back pressed into the wall next to the door.
“Jessynia.” He utters my name with such ardent yearning, as though it’s the most precious word that exists. “I’ve never wanted a woman the way that I want you, or waited for a woman as long as I’ve waited for you. I’ve never dreamt of tasting another woman’s mouth on mine or wanted to make love to a woman like I do to you. It takes every ounce of strength I have to stop myself trying to kiss you every second we’re together. But I can’t do those things if there’s any chance you may still be with… him.”
“Cam, I’m… I’m not ready to be in a new relationship. I need you to know that. I need to be on my own for a good while, to get myself together.”
His ferocious gaze darkens.
“But I will never go back to him again. Ever. It’s over.”
A look of relief darts across his exquisite, otherworldly face and he brushes a thumb across my plump lips.
“That’s not all,” he says. “I’m afraid of what I may do to you if I get my hands on you.”
I blush as his assertive words set my insides alight. At this point I am powerless. I can’t resist him anymore. Nothing exists but the desperate, scorching, primal need that I have for his body.
“Good,” I reply with an inviting smile.
As his eyes narrow, wandering hungrily over my face, I lean forward and breathe in his scent, parting my moist lips. He contemplates the invitation for a second before tilting his head with a groan, sealing his lips over mine and pinning me against the wall, pushing his dominant tongue into my receptive mouth as his fingers invade my hair. Our famished tongues dance against each other frantically as waves of electric pleasure rush through my famished body, leaving my sex tingling and pulsating gently.
The collision of our bodies is wild, cosmic, unparalleled, as if transporting us through some portal into another dimension. Pressing his whole body up against mine, Cameron sandwiches me between the wall and his assertive hips, groaning as he explores my loose hair with his fingers while kissing me for several mind-blowing minutes that I never want to end.
His kisses are deep. Desperate. Insistent.
As he stops to look at me, eyes blazing and lips glistening, my body feels more awake than it’s ever been, as though every inch of it has a crackling charge of electric current pulsing through it.
He pulls away slowly. “Jessynia, I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re feeling weak or vulnerable, or acting out of anger or revenge.”
“I don’t feel angry right now,” I respond. “Or weak. Or vulnerable. And Cam, no woman would ever be with a man like you out of revenge.”
He smiles and edges his lips close to mine again.
“Those things,” I whisper, “those things you’re afraid of doing. I want you to show me.”
His eyes widen and his mouth opens with a hoarse groan.
“I want you to do them to me,” I say.
Desire lights up his face and his perfectly sculpted lips slowly curve into the most mouth-watering smile I’ve ever seen. “Be careful, angel. I’m not always as nice in bed as I am out of it. I told you that once you give yourself to me, I may not be able to control what I do to you.”
“Good,” I respond, desperate to know every inch of his hard body.
I smile at the demi-god standing opposite me and bite my lip. His sparkling eyes narrow again as he leans forward and penetrates my mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss divinely. His mouth is hot. The day-old stubble on his top lip rubs my skin deliciously and I exhale as his thick hair brushes against the milky skin of my forehead.
The force of his dense body and his white-hot desire leaves me exquisitely overpowered, my knees weak, and I let out a whimper as tension mounts within me, leaving fiery imprints within my core and goosebumps trickling up my neck. His hands enter my cardigan and slide up my back until they reach the bare flesh between the seam of my yoga top and my nape.
As this gorgeous man kisses me as if he has been dreaming of doing so for years, as if kissing me is the only thing keeping him alive, he lifts me up against the wall so that my legs straddle his hips, then carries me effortlessly to his moonlit bedroom before laying me down onto the king-sized bed and climbing on top of me. My legs stay parted for him, allowing his thick, hard erection to prod me from under his pants.
Holy shit.
He lets out a rough moan as his hips push into mine and our eager tongues dance against each other, licking, sucking, tickling, fighting. As he slides his hands inside my cardigan again, over my waist and up my back, I open my eyes, in awe at his strength, his power and the imposing masculine beauty of this man. Jack’s face flashes through my mind for a brief second and I shake it out instantly. I’m not going to allow that poisonous relationship to have control over me ever again.
Cameron moves his lips over my neck, kissing it gently, running his tongue up and down the peachy flesh as his hips push into mine unapologetically and his tongue breathes flames of pleasure onto my skin. In a tousle of strong hands, my cardigan is pulled off me and palms glide over my breasts, separated from his skin by just the thin fabric of my T-shirt and bralette. My nipples instantly respond as his dominant fingers brush over them and as he devours my neck confidently, my moist sex pulsates so much I feel sure I could climax just being kissed by him.
“Cameron,” I exclaim breathlessly, arching my back as he explores my neck with his tongue.
“Mmm, good, angel,” he groans, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “I like the way your body reacts to me.”
As heat and longing keep us locked into each other, Cameron sits up and pulls his T-shirt over his head and I have to restrain myself from gasping at seeing his tanned torso for the first time since our swimming outings at college. Cameron isn’t quite as bulky as Jack, but almost, with the kind of indecently hot, hard body you see plastered on underwear ads in Times Square, and one of the most competent male bodies I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing up close. His shoulders are broad and his pecs rock hard. His torso is long, his waist lean and his six-pack is as defined as any I’ve seen in my life, evidence of hours spent honing a male machine that barely seems real. He is powerful and breathtaking and his aura is so strong I could feel him without touching him.
As I contemplate his god-like body for a moment, my T-shirt is pulled up over my head gently, leaving just my delicate bra separating his chest from mine. Cameron lays his muscular torso on top of my soft breasts and penetrates my mouth again, pushing his experienced tongue against mine which readily reciprocates. I tease his mouth, lick his lips and suck on his tongue until he closes his eyes and moans. Every kiss is followed by an instant of suspended heavy breathing during which he peers into me as if I’m some being he can’t believe is real, his gaze challenging me with threats of domination and pleasure.
Cameron allows me to lick his lips before thrusting his strong tongue into my mouth, possessing me in a way that leaves a moan escaping my throat in a raspy breath. The scent of our desperate, primal craving perfumes the air as we devour each other for several heady minutes that feel like they belong to a dream.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans.
I retaliate by pushing on his shoulder and rolling him onto his back so that I can mount him and straddle his hips.
“You’re not bad to look at yourself, sir,” I whisper as I move my lips onto the skin over his throbbing carotid and kiss him gently before finding the glistening caramel of his neck with my tongue and running it slowly up and down, savoring the exquisite taste.
All these months I’ve been so afraid and submissive with Jack, unable to take charge of my pleasure or his, and now, even with a man as powerful and assertive as Cameron, I no longer wish to just submit. I want to decide what I do to him.
I dip my head further and venture down his chest, gliding my small wet tongue onto his nipple, taking tender licks up and down and round in circles with the tip and the moist length as he moans in appreciation and groans my name, leaving ripples of pleasure teasing my sex. He runs his fingers up my back before grabbing my hair gently and pulling it off my face as I tease his nipples, running my tongue back and forward in firm then gentle strokes, sure I can feel the strong beat of his heart beneath me.
“Look at me,” he commands. My eyes lock with his as I lick slowly and he holds the hair off my face with one hand and watches me until I feel his erection harden further under his loose black pants.
The rough, primitive moan that comes from Cameron’s throat is so erotic that I have to stop myself from begging him to just take me right now. Instead, I rub myself on the hard column beneath his sweatpants, my sex increasingly wet and swollen as his solid bulge teases the quivering bundle of sensitive nerves between my legs. As my crotch pushes into his, I get a better idea of the size of his erection, feeling both vividly aroused and scared by the impressive length and girth.
“I like your little tongue, baby,” groans Cameron, his erection now so hard it feels like it could penetrate through the cotton separating us and into me. “I want to feel it all over my body.”
He glides his hands onto my buttocks, squeezing them firmly over my yoga pants, then runs his hands up the sides of my torso and pulls my long hair back so that he can watch my face as I lick his nipple. He possesses me exquisitely, leaving his scent all over my body, the warmth of his skin igniting mine. My cells hum at the touch of his fingertips, my sanity steadily escaping me.
A minute passes and he sits upright, holding me against him so that I’m sitting on top of his thighs, my legs bent and straddling his. The yearning in his face makes me giddy and I smile at him happily, adoringly, willing to do anything and everything to give this man pleasure.
“Cameron, you’re making me lose my mind,” I whisper and lick the seam of his lips with my tongue.
My nerves are on fire. My whole helpless body is on fire. It’s as though every kiss is breathing life back into me, forcing out the malignant energy of the last few months, reviving me, sending oxygen coursing through my brain, making me high, helping me cast off the chains of my unhealthy marriage.
“Mmm, your tongue makes me hard, baby.”
“I know,” I respond and his lips extend into a smile. “I like making you hard. I want to make you harder.”
“Jessynia, I’m hard every second I’m near you. You do something to me that no other woman has ever done. Every time I look at your face, I want you to throw you onto the floor and fuck you so hard I have to fight everything inside me not to do it.”
I bite my lip and he tightens his grip on my back with one strong hand and inserts his other thumb into my mouth before withdrawing it.
“Say my name,” he commands.
“What?”
“Say it.”
He penetrates my mouth with his thumb again and withdraws.
I swallow hard. “Cameron.”
He thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth and withdraws, his eyes narrowing as he zooms in on my mouth.
“Again.”
“Cameron,” I whisper.
His demanding tongue dips into me once more.
“Again.”
“Cameron.”
“You’re going to be saying my name for the rest of your life,” he whispers and I swallow hard at the promise.
Cameron’s strong fingers explore the soft skin on my back before finding my bra clasp, unclipping it with ease and sliding the straps gently down my shoulders and off me, leaving goosebumps all over my skin. I blush as his hungry eyes move from my waist and onto my soft round breasts. This is the first time that a man other than Jack has seen my naked breasts in years and as his gaze wanders over my body, I feel uncharacteristically timid at being exposed like this in front of such a devastatingly sexual man. He gently moves a lock of my hair off my chest and over my shoulders before sliding his strong hands onto my breasts, his fingers kneading the soft teats, expertly caressing my nipples, which tingle and harden in response.
“Jesus, angel,” he says before finding my ear with his lips. “Your body is enough to make me lose my mind.”
I run my hands up the hard muscles of his arms.
“I know how you feel.”
I can barely believe that a body like his can be real. It almost hurts just to look at him.
Cameron seals his lips over mine and attacks my tongue with his again as the solid wall of his pecs brush against my erect nipples. I pant gently as he pulls my hair back to expose my neck, kissing it and licking it, breathing in my scent. With my legs still bent and straddling his, he leans forward, taking me with him until my back is pressed against the bed sheets where he climbs on top of me, interlocking his fingers with mine and pinning my hands on either side of my head. Years of yoga allow me to keep my legs bent on either side of his as he lies on top of me, immobilizing me, setting my aching cells on fire as his erection throbs against the most intimate part of my body.
As we watch each other for a few heady seconds, a shadow darkens his face.
“Jessynia, I intend to erase every last trace of that man from every inch of your body so that you never feel him on you again. From now on, I’m the only man whose body you will ever experience. Is that clear?” he asks, a blast of jealous anger harshening his words.
“Cam, stop.” I kiss him hard on the lips. “We’re not going to think about him anymore. There’s no one here but me and you.”
“You’re the only thing that I’ve thought about for the last five years of my life. Every woman I’ve touched since I’ve known you, it was you that I saw, your face that I pictured.” He glides his thumb down my glistening cheek and onto my lips. “I know you’re not ready yet, but I need to tell you how I feel. I’ve waited so many years—”
“Cam—” I start to protest.
“I need you to belong to me, Jessynia. I want you to be with me every day until the end of my life. I want to see your breathtaking face every time I open my eyes. I want to be there with you when you’re sick, want to show you the most beautiful places on Earth. I want to protect you. I want you to be with me, forever.”
“Cam, stop. I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear this.”
“I don’t care. You are going to hear it,” he growls roughly, wrapping one hand gently around the front of my throat and holding me tightly against him with his other. “I love you. I love you like I’ve never loved any woman. I’m not the weak young man you used to know. I’m going to possess you.” He kisses me again, sending a shock wave into me. “And educate you.” I feel his hard manhood press against my crotch. “And make you lose your sanity.” He tightens his grip on my neck and licks my lips. “Make you want to pleasure me as much as I want to pleasure you.” His tongue dips into my mouth. “And accommodate me.” His thick erection threatens me. “And be my slave.” His eyes gleam as a whimper escapes me. “And I intend to make you beg to be my wife. Is that clear?”
I swallow hard, not knowing how to respond. I want him so badly it’s painful, but I’m nowhere near ready to start another relationship. It would be months before I would even consider it.
“Cam—”
“Shhh.” His thumb silences my wet lips gently. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you’re not ready for that right now. I’ve waited a long time and I’ll keep waiting… as long as it takes. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
“Well, let me give you something to think about while you wait,” I say with a soft smile.
His eyes narrow. “Open your mouth, angel.”
I reciprocate, parting my lips.
He beams at my willingness to obey him and a wicked smile turns my insides to jelly. My whole body trembles at his virility, the wild beauty of his chiseled face, the rawness of his desire and the deep pools of earthy amber that stare back at me. I’m so used to looking into Jack’s cool blue eyes and have never had deep brown eyes stare at me so closely. It is intense, to say the least.
“Look at me,’ he orders. “I want you to keep your eyes on mine.”
I nod as one of his hands delves into my hair and holds me tightly in place. Still lying on top of me, he brushes my lips with his tongue, then grabs hold of my left hand and moves it down the hard grooves of his abdomen and onto his crotch. He places my palm onto the rigid column between his legs and watches me keenly, scrutinizing my timid face as he rubs my hand up and down his huge erection, separated from my palm by just the thin cotton of his sweatpants.
His unforgiving dominance makes me tremble and a high-pitched whimper escapes me. I bite my lip and blush. “Cameron,” I whisper, unnerved by the total confidence with which he is stroking my hand up and down his sex.
He’s big, to say the least, and rock hard. Jesus, he’s hard. His gaze melts into mine, a subtle smile warming his face as he analyzes my timidity, my domination, my awe at his brutal male body, my intimidation at the size of his ambitious manhood.
“Mmm, I like it when you blush,” he murmurs. “I think I’m going to have to make you blush a lot more.”
He keeps my hand on his erection until I start to stroke it of my own volition, rubbing firmly up and down the long, still-clothed shaft. Despite my intimidation, my pussy, juicy and entirely ready for him, throbs and aches. I suspect Cameron shares my desire as I watch him close his eyes from time to time as the pleasure mounts before opening them again to look at me. His gaze is sinful; it’s as though I can imagine all the indecent things he wants to do to me.
“Are you afraid?” he asks as my arm starts to ache from stroking his rock-hard length.
“A little.”
Drugged by the strength and exquisite desire of this divine man, I close my eyes and lick his lips with the full length of my tongue before opening my eyes again. He pants slightly as he watches my face, his eyes glowing like discs of exquisitely varnished cedar.
“Do that again,” he orders and I comply, tasting his velvety lips with my soft tongue. I feel him swell further.
“Again.”
I comply again… and again… and again until he looks like he wants to devour me.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful. Do you know what you do to me?” His voice is low, hoarse. “I can barely think when I look at you.”
“I don’t want you to think anymore,” I respond. “I need you, Cameron. Please.”
“I’m warning you, angel. The things I want to do to you aren’t very civilized.”
“I hope not…”
I unbend my legs and lay them flat against the bed and part them further, allowing his bulge to press ambitiously into my crotch. His eyes gleam at my invitation and he pushes himself up onto his knees and leans his head over my chest where he glides the wet silk of his tongue onto my breasts, kissing, licking and sucking my erect nipples tenderly. He alternates licks, some hard, some soft as air, going round in circles and up and down while holding me with his confident hands, exploring my body gently like some delicate work of art that could shatter at any moment. He takes his weight off me and leans onto his side before sliding his hands down my waist, taking hold of the waistband of my yoga pants and tugging them down my legs and off my feet. His hand slowly makes its way up my smooth calves before caressing my lightly golden thigh and exploring the curve of my hip until he finds the top of my white panties.
“Your body is a work of art, Jessynia,” he groans. “I intend to taste every inch of it.”
He leans on his side and pulls his black pants off his legs to reveal bulging dark-grey Y-fronts and muscular, lightly tanned legs that look like they belong to an athlete. The solid mass of sculpted muscle leaves my heart fluttering.
“Look at me,” he commands before dipping his tongue into my mouth.
I comply.
He slides one hand into my panties and lets out a moan as he feels the smooth, hairless skin of my pubis. He continues his exploration and as he parts the soft, velvety folds of my outer sex, he discovers a pool of glossy juice waiting for him, my sex already wet and aching for his penetration. He groans as if in anticipation of his pleasure and mine and his breathing starts to quicken as he explores the sweet juice. He drinks my face in hungrily as he circles the entrance to my sex with his finger without going in, pressing the most sensitive area of my body tenderly, expertly.
“Oh baby, you’re very wet.”
“I’m ready, Cameron,” I breathe into his mouth, wishing he would push his finger into me and relieve the ache I feel in my core. “You can take me now—whenever you want. I can’t wait anymore.”
“You’re going to have to wait. I have a thick cock, Jessynia. A greedy cock. My tongue is going to have to get your tight little body ready for it… otherwise you may have problems recovering this week. You’re going to be getting much wetter for me.”
“Cam, I’m ready. You don’t have to—”
“I’ve dreamt of tasting you every day since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he interrupts, his lips caressing mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you forget any man who ever touched you before me. Is that clear?”
I nod, panting as my cheeks flush pink again. He continues to tease me ever so tenderly with his thumb, sliding it up and down the soft entrance to my sex without going in. He presses my clit gently then harder, again and again, using my wetness to glide up and down and round in circles as pleasure mounts within me. His fingers slip up and down and from side to side, firmly then softly, sending my nerves into a frenzy, but stopping just before I’m able to climax. I gasp, my nipples hardening and my chest expanding as I try to resist the urge to come so that I can savor that moment with him inside me.
“Baby, the noises that come out of your mouth make me want to fuck your little body till you scream,” he whispers into my ear.
I have to resist the urge to come just from hearing Cameron’s primal promises of pleasure as we kiss violently, our tongues dancing and exploring, our teeth nipping, our lips attacking until my whole body is begging for his invasion. He clasps one hand next to my head and pins it there, using his other hand to gently pull at the top of my panties. It somehow feels like I’ve been waiting for him to make love to me forever and I exclaim in anticipation of his sex breaching mine. I’m desperate for him to take his Y-fronts off and let me see his whole body, desperate to feel him against my skin, desperate to put my lips over his cock and suck for hours until he trembles with pleasure.
“I love you, angel,” he whispers into my ear. “You have no idea how much.”
As the words pour from his mouth and leave me dizzy, another unexpected, unwanted sound takes their place—the faint drone of a phone ringing. It sounds like it’s coming from downstairs.
Cameron stops for a moment and the phone stops ringing. He grasps my waist firmly and tugs at my panties again and… there it is—the phone rings again. We ignore it for a few seconds, not wanting anything to distract us from the desperate, long-awaited exploration of each other’s bodies, but the longer it rings, the more difficult it is to ignore, and every time it stops ringing, it starts right up again. It’s a faint sound, but unmistakable.
“Cam,” I whisper, propping myself up onto my elbows, aware of the hint of distraction in his otherworldly face.
He turns to face the door as the phone stops and starts ringing for the fifth time.
“Do you normally get calls so late?” I ask, sitting up, my glossy skin sliding against his. “It could be an emergency.”
He turns back to look at me, biting his lip in irritation. “Don’t move,” he says. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He holds me against him for a couple of seconds watching my face intently as if trying to preserve the moment, as if afraid that it might vanish forever into thin air once he leaves the room. He kisses me on the lips hard before getting up. I watch his sculpted back glisten in the moonlight as he walks to the door, closing it behind him.
I sit, breathless and high and a little on edge, and pull the beige sheet around me to cover my naked breasts. Who could be calling like that?
A few seconds pass and I hear the muffled sound of Cameron’s smooth, rich voice. Though I can’t make out what he’s saying, he sounds calm and I start to relax, exhaling with relief as I forget the call and instead lose myself in the thought of being in this heavenly man’s arms.
My whole body is tingling, pulsating, mesmerized by the nirvana of being kissed and caressed by this warrior who is allowing me to break free of the demons of my messed-up marriage. The seductive scent of the subtle aftershave he wears and the smell of his delicious breath cling to my skin. I can still feel his hands brush over my breasts, still feel his hard erection against my soft body, feel its imprint between my legs.
I’ve been so tortured by sex with Jack for so long and I drink in the sensation of feeling safe, protected and reborn with this man who I want to make love to as much as he wants me; who I don’t feel pressured or dominated by in the unhealthy way I have with Jack since learning of his affairs. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong and right now, I don’t care. My need for Cameron is beyond anything I can control. My lips tingle from the contact with his and my eyes close as I think about what I want to do to him when he comes back. I imagine greeting him by kneeling down next to the bed and opening my mouth for him, then sliding my tongue up his thick erection while he watches me suck and lick and pleasure him until he is gasping in ecstasy, unable to control himself any longer. I picture him throwing me onto the bed and ramming himself deep inside my wet body again and again and again…
As I lose myself in thoughts of Cameron’s divine male physique, I’m jolted back to reality by the thud of heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs. The door swings open and Cameron strides in.
But this man is not the same one that left me moments earlier. His face is different. There’s some shadow now. Some darkness. Something different.
I frown at the grave look in his eyes and lean towards him, clutching the sheet that’s wrapped around my torso.
“Cam, are you okay?” I swallow hard as a shudder of anxiety rushes through me.
“You need to get up and get dressed,” he responds, his desperate eyes eating mine as he attempts to calm his breathing.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let him get anywhere near you.”
“What do you mean?”
“That was Stella… on the phone.”
“What did she say?”
“It’s Jack. He had her followed today. He knows where you are. He’s on his way.”
