Tease (Page 49)

Tease (Take It Off #2)(49)
Author: Cambria Hebert

I moaned.

He slid up my body, taking the very same nipple into his mouth and then finally coming up and lowering his mouth to mine. He tasted slightly different, and I knew what I tasted was me on his lips. I licked into his mouth, wanting more, wanting at least part of me to be inside him. I rocked up my hips, searching for what I wanted, trying to tell him without saying a word.

He rose onto his knees between my thighs and grabbed a condom from beneath a nearby pillow. I watched him roll it on. It stretched across his incredible girth and I had the urge to take him into my mouth and lick him until he spilled across my tongue.

He seemed to know what I was thinking because he shook his head and then came back over me, pressing a feather-light kiss to my lips.

In one even stroke, he was inside me, my insides tightening around him like they might never let go. I stretched against him like a cat, lifting my arms above my head and baring my chest to his hungry mouth.

We moved against each other. We moved as one as his lips explored my chest and my lips whispered his name. He raised up onto his hands, poised above me, and looked down.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he confided.

“Neither have I.”

We began to move again until the pressure became unbearable and my hips started to grind against his. I splintered apart, shattering into a million tiny pieces, knowing when the pieces came back together, I wasn’t going to be the same as before.

My name ripped from his lips, sounding like a groan, as his release rippled through him, causing his head to fall back and a moan to float up above us into the ceiling.

He grasped me around the waist and rolled, keeping himself firmly planted inside me and taking all my weight so I was lying directly on top of him with my legs spread on either side, his sex still twitching inside me.

“I think I love you,” he whispered. “No. I don’t think. I know.” He brushed the hair back away from my face. “I’m so in love with you it scares me.”

“I love you too.”

He grasped my face in his palms. “People are going to say it’s too soon. That what’s between us is only lust.”

“Sometimes people suck.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, they do.”

“I don’t care what other people think. I only care what you think. And you know what’s in here.” I placed his hand over my chest. “You know what it feels like when our eyes meet across the room, or when you’re inside me and it’s not just our bodies that are connected.”

“Fuck ‘em,” he said.

“Fuck ‘em all.” I agreed.

I pressed my cheek against his chest and we lay there quietly while he trailed his fingers along my spine.

“Why did you apply for the job at the Mad Hatter?”

“Because I lost some of my tuition assistance for school. My roommate graduated and moved out, and I was left wondering how I was going to keep up with rent and pay for school.”

“Why’d you lose your tuition assistance? Did you get bad grades?”

I laughed and poked him in the ribs. “No. I did not get bad grades. I don’t really know why. Government cuts? School cuts? Who knows? All I know is the money I need isn’t there.”

“So you became a stripper.”

I snorted. “The worst stripper ever.”

“I could never keep my eyes off you.”

“Whenever I got really nervous or sucked really bad, I would look at you,” I whispered, a small secret smile playing on my lips.

“I’m glad you quit.”

I lifted my head, surprised. “You are?”

“The thought of anyone seeing you…” He cupped my bare butt cheek. “…seeing the places only I’ve seen, drives me insane.”

“It does?”

He smiled, the dimple appearing on his cheek. I kissed it. “I could barely see straight when you went back into that VIP room.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” I asked, propping my chin on his chest and gazing at him.

“It’s not my job to tell you what to do.”

“Then what is your job?” I said, arching a brow.

“To tell you that you’re beautiful. To kiss you. To love you.” He spoke softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

My belly did a little flop with the combination of his words and his touch.“Mmmm. You’re an overachiever.”

“So are you.” His lips curved up in a smile.

I heard the front door open and close. My body stiffened and my breathing came in shallow pants. “It’s Roxie,” I murmured.

We listened to the sounds in the living room. Someone bumped into something and I cringed.

“I’m going to go make sure it’s them.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

He lifted me off him, depositing me on a pillow and tucking the blankets around me. “If I don’t, you’ll worry all night.”

He got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and disappeared. I heard a few quiet voices and then the bathroom sink ran and the toilet flushed. Then he was talking again, his voice seeming farther away than before.

Minutes later, he came back in the room with a bottle of water that he handed to me. I sat up and took a sip.

“It’s just Roxie and Adam. Adam’s making up the couch.”

“How’s Roxie?”

“She seemed okay.”

That was such a guy answer. He probably wouldn’t know how she was unless she was sobbing or laughing. I would just see for myself tomorrow. Adam was with her and I could tell he cared about her a lot, even if neither one of them was willing to admit it.

I lifted the covers on the bed in invitation to Cam. He smiled and slid between them, taking me in his arms and shutting off the light.

“Go to sleep, baby. Nothing is going to bother you tonight.”

I was exhausted and he was so incredibly warm and comfortable that I drifted off just as I was thinking sleep would likely be elusive.

And when I jolted awake in the deep of the night, my heart pounding and fear rearing its ugly head, I reached for Cam. He was there.

I felt better.

19

The gentle caress of his lips stirred me awake and I opened one eye to peer at him through the very early, very dim light of a new day. His head was resting right beside mine, and he watched me with a small smile on his face.

“What?” I said, my voice slightly slurred and thick from sleep.

He chuckled. Even I couldn’t be grouchy when he sounded so pleased. “I’m supposed to give a surf lesson at the beach in a bit. Want to come watch?”