I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE SAID any of that to Blair, but fuck it. She deserves the truth. And she looks so pleased by my confession too. The way her eyes lit up at my words, her lush lips curving into a faint smile. She touches my face, her fingers sliding down my cheek, and fuck, I can’t take it when she puts her hands on me. It feels too good.
My entire life, I’ve told myself I don’t need anyone. Just football and myself. I care about my friends. I care about my parents, even though they never showed they cared much about me when I was growing up.
I vowed a long time ago not to be a selfish bastard like my dad, but when you also tell yourself you don’t care about anyone else, you tend to be just that…a selfish bastard. A couple of years ago, I gave into the feelings and told myself it was easier not to care than to care too much. Easier to be an arrogant prick versus an overemotional dickwad.
Staring at Blair’s beautiful face, losing myself in her green eyes, I feel like…
An overemotional dickwad.
And that’s some scary shit.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admits, her voice low, her gaze on me, her fingers still streaking down my cheek, though now they’re making their way to my mouth. “We didn’t kiss near enough for my liking.”
She presses her index finger into the corner of my mouth, like she’s trying to make a point.
“Not enough?” I almost take it like an insult.
Blair slowly shakes her head, that topknot on her head bobbing with the movement. Her hair is damp, I’m assuming from a shower, and her skin is fragrant. Smooth. I release the back of her neck and rest my hands on her exposed waist, pressing my fingers into her skin, making her breath hitch.
“Not nearly enough, Cam,” she whispers.
I like hearing her say my name. I like the way she seems to savor it. Like it’s her favorite word.
I also really do hate that shirt she’s wearing. Knowing that her ex-boyfriend from high school gave it to her fucks with my head. Who was that guy to her? Did she love him? Did he break her heart and make her cry? I don’t respond well to tears. I’ve seen enough of them come from my mom over the years, always when she’s raging over something my father did to her.
The idea of Blair crying? Or worse, the idea of me making Blair cry?
My heart aches just thinking of it.
“Can I confess something to you?”
I meet her gaze, noting how big her eyes look. Almost as if she’s scared.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I thought about doing something…very specific to you earlier,” she admits.
My dick twitches in excitement. My brain is automatically filled with visions of Blair on her knees and my cock filling her mouth. Though I am pretty positive that’s not what she’s referring to.
“What did you want to do?”
“I still want to do it.” She sinks her teeth into her plump lower lip, and I almost groan out loud at the sight. “Can I show you?”
“Uh, sure.” She can fucking show me whatever she wants. I’m game for all of it.
She sits up straighter, readjusting herself on my lap, her ass brushing against my dick, and I wince, wishing I could readjust myself. At least I’m in shorts and not jeans. It wouldn’t take much to free the beast, so to speak.
Blair brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face and blows out a nervous breath while I sit there and wait in anticipation over what she might do.
Grab my junk?
Tear my clothes off?
Grind on my dick?
I am ready, willing and able.
But then she does the most surprising thing.
Leaning in, she brushes her lips against my cheek. It’s soft. Sweet. Far too brief. Then she does it again.
And again.
She kisses me all over my face. Tender presses of her lips all over my cheeks, my chin, my forehead. Even my nose. She avoids my lips the entire time, and I’m filled with the need to actually kiss her. Thrust my tongue into her mouth and taste her.
But I restrain myself, my hands clutched into fists and resting on my thighs. I can’t touch her. If I do, I won’t be able to control myself, and I also can’t lie.
I’m enjoying this way too much to stop her or to change our focus. It’s…sweet.
Downright innocent.
And none of my thoughts involving Blair are innocent. Not even close.
“You smell so good,” she whispers, her mouth right at my ear before she kisses the lobe. “And you need to shave.”
Her lips drift across my jaw. Down my neck. I press the back of my head into the seat, my eyes tightly closed, all the air lodged in my lungs. I can’t breathe. I can’t so much as move for fear she’ll stop her exploration of my face and neck with her mouth.
“Bet you’ve never had a girl do that to you before,” she murmurs, sounding smug.
“Woman,” I croak out.
She pauses in her exploration, lifting away from me. I crack open my eyes to find her watching me, brows wrinkled in confusion.
“You got mad last time I called you a girl. Said you were a woman. Remember?”
Her smile is slow. Confident. The smile of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing. “You’re right. I’m glad you remembered.”
“Like I told you already, there is nothing girlish about you whatsoever, B.”
We stare at each other for a moment, her eyes glowing, her lips parted. I want those lips back on me. I want that lush body pressed up against mine. I want my hands on her tits or her ass or whatever available part I can grab. And I want to feel her grind on me and hear her moan when I lift my hips.
I want to hear her moan when I first enter her too. I’m dying to hear that sound. Fuck, I’ll probably come the moment it happens.
Shit. I am getting way ahead of myself.
She leans in, her delectable scent hitting my nostrils at the same time she presses her lips to the right corner of my mouth. Then the left. She traps my bottom lip with both of hers, sucking for a moment. Tugging. Her teeth sink into my flesh, lightly at first. Testing how far she can go. I let her take complete control, hissing in a breath when she bites a little too hard and she releases my lip immediately, soothing the sting with her fucking tongue.
“Jesus,” I mutter, grabbing the back of her head, keeping her close so she can’t escape.
“I hurt you?”
“Felt good,” I say truthfully before I give in and kiss her, taking away her power and making it my own.
I devour her and she responds just how I want her to. Shifting closer, a needy sound emanating from the back of her throat. Her upper body is pressed firmly against mine, her hands in my hair, her thighs clasped on either side of my torso. It’s awkward in the car with not much space. Blindly, I reach for the controls on the side of my seat, sliding it back until we’re almost horizontal, Blair on top of me.
She ends the kiss and I open my eyes to find her face in mine, those green eyes shining. Maguire eyes. Knox’s are a similar color, but Blair’s are much more vivid.
Much more beautiful.
“What are you doing, Cam?”
“Getting comfortable.” Reluctantly I let go of her, folding my arms behind my head like I have all the time in the world, a grin stretching my mouth wide. What is it about this woman that makes me feel like teasing her? Laughing with her?
She sits up, her ass resting right on my dick, and stretches her arms out, her hands braced on my chest. At this angle, I can see a gap between the T-shirt and her actual body, catching a glimpse of the underside of her tits.
Of course, they’re perfect. A nice round handful that I’m tempted to grab. But I’ve still got my hands behind my head so I’ll wait on that for a bit.
“You’re hard.” She states the obvious, rubbing her ass against my erection. Playing with fucking fire.
“That’s all your fault.”
Her smile is smug. “You liked it when I kissed your face.”
I like just about anything she does to me.
“It was all right,” I drawl, teasing her, my gaze still locked on her chest. That teasing glimpse of plump flesh. The flat expanse of her stomach. The dip of her waist and the sexy flare of her hips.
“I think it was more than all right.” She sounds amused, her ass still doing things to my dick, her fingers gathering the fabric of my T-shirt in her palms before she lets go, one hand going to her face. Picking at something on the side of her nose. “Oh my God. Well, this is embarrassing.”
My gaze lifts to her face, watching as she peels off one of those tiny zit patches, holding it up for me to see. “What’s the big deal?”
“You—well, Ace—caught me at the worst time. I even had those gel strips under my eyes, but I at least managed to take those off.”
“Getting ready for bed?”
She nods, pressing the pimple patch onto the side of an empty water bottle that’s sitting in my center console.
“C’mere.” I like the idea of watching her perform all of her nightly rituals while I’m waiting for her in bed. Applying zit patches and gel strips to her face. Brushing her wet hair. Admiring her firm body in the barely-there clothes she wears to sleep in. The shorts she’s currently got on should be borderline criminal. Her ass is practically falling out of them.
If she were going to bed with me on a regular basis, there would be no need to wear clothes. I’d only strip them off of her eventually.
Blair frowns. “I’m right here.”
“Come down here. With me.” I unfold my arms, resting my hands on her hips as she dips down, her face in mine, our lips colliding in a soft kiss.
She keeps kissing me until I part my lips, my tongue sneaking out to meet hers. It’s on at that moment. Our tongues glide against each other in a subtle rhythm, her body starting to move. Back and forth across my dick, making me groan. She grinds a little, a whimper leaving her when she hits a particular spot and I let her use me to hopefully get off.
I slide my hands up, beneath the offensive T-shirt, cupping her tits. Another whimper sounds and she arches her chest into my palms, as if she wants more.
I’ll gladly give her more.
I knead her flesh, rub my thumbs across her distended nipples, playing with them. Her whimpers turn into moans, her hips working, sliding over my cock, rubbing shamelessly. Our mouths are still fused, me swallowing her panting breaths, continuing to let her use my body for her pleasure. I remove my hands from beneath her shirt, her noise of disappointment obvious, but when I grab handfuls of her ass, the sad sound disappears. Replaced by a ragged moan that I swallow.
Slipping my fingers beneath the fabric of her too-short shorts, I splay my hands across her ass cheeks, pinning her in place. Letting her feel what she’s doing to me. My cock fucking throbs, it’s so eager to get inside her, but I know that’s not going to happen.
Not tonight.
Instead, I keep her there for a few more seconds and then I start to move her over me. Establishing a steady pace that has her rocking.
“Oh God.” She gasps when she shifts her pussy over my dick. Christ, I can feel her. Hot and wet and dying for it.
Dying for me.
I don’t say a word. Just grip her perfect ass and move her back and forth over my erection, my fingers sliding closer and closer to the heat of her pussy. It wouldn’t take much to sink my fingers inside her from behind. Test her. See how wet she is.
I imagine she’s pretty soaked. I can smell her, for fuck’s sake. That musky, sweet scent filling the confines of my car, making me dizzy. Making my mouth water.
I’d love to go down on her. Lick that perfect little pussy from ass to clit and make her shriek with pleasure, having her come in seconds. She’d taste like heaven. She feels like an angel in my arms. Mythical and sweet and eager to please.
Me.
It’s not about me in this moment though. It’s all about her.
Breaking the kiss, I slide my lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling her skin. I finally give her what I think she wants, my fingers dipping into the heat of her pussy from behind and she cries out. Throwing her head back and giving me better access to her neck.
“Cam.” She pants my name when I slip a finger inside her, all the way in. Her greedy pussy swallows my finger, throbbing all around it and I add another. “I’m—I’m going to come.”
I start to pump my fingers in and out of her welcoming body, shifting away from her neck so I can watch her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks suffused with color, those perfect lips parted, her chest heaving. Her brows draw together in seeming concentration as she basically grinds her clit against my cock, and I increase my pace, fucking her with my fingers, her chest moving faster. Faster…
“Oh God.” The two words fall from her lips on a gasp, her body straining, nothing moving. Like she’s frozen. Just before the orgasm sweeps over her, making her shudder and shake.
It fucking kills me to watch her come while wearing that stupid shirt, and without thinking, I remove my hand from her pussy and reach toward her, gripping the bottom of the T-shirt with both hands and giving it a firm tug. It rips easily, the fabric old and soft, tearing in a jagged line straight up the middle, stopping at the neck. It hangs from her, exposing her chest and I sit up, wrapping my lips around one pink nipple before I start to suck.
Another anguished cry leaves her, her hands coming round the back of my head, clutching me to her. I suck and lick one nipple before delivering the same treatment to the other, savoring the taste of her sweet skin, her fingers tugging on my hair. Like all she wants is more.
That’s all I want too.
