He wound his arms around her back, slid his hands beneath the short hem of her robe, and gripped her bare ass, groaning into her mouth at the realization that the only thing stopping him from plunging into her right now was his jeans. And, dammit, he couldn’t get to them right now.
Breaking away, he gasped before attempting to speak again. “Let me deal with the jeans.”
Instead of granting his wish, she grabbed the edges of his shirt and yanked it apart, making buttons fly in every direction. Then she bent down and sucked on the skin of his neck before moving farther downward. Now his hands found her head, and it was his turn to anchor her.
She twirled her tongue across his nipples as her hands found the front of his jeans. Cam groaned as her deft and delicate mouth moved down the planes of his stomach, his arousal pleading for freedom as she took her own sweet time unbuttoning him.
“I need to be inside you, Grace,” he cried, tugging on her hair as he tried to pull her back up.
Slipping from his grasp and kneeling on the carpet in front of the couch, she undid the final button on his pants, reached inside, and pulled him out, the touch of her fingers nearly sending him over the edge as she gripped him. Pushing herself between his thighs, she looked up at him and licked her lips before focusing entirely on the bead of moisture welling up on the tip of his arousal.
“Please, Grace. Please.”
“Mmm. Who’s begging now, Cam?” she murmured. Before he could even try to comprehend her words, she leaned forward and circled his thickness with her hot mouth. That almost sent him shooting off the couch.
Any and all thoughts fled Cam’s mind as she held the base of him in her hand and slid her lips up and down his length, letting little moans of pleasure escape her throat. He was fighting desperately to avoid releasing too quickly.
Cam had almost forgotten what it felt like to have Grace’s hands all over him, her mouth taking him to other worlds, her body telling him she was his and only his. How could he ever have forgotten the magic only she could bring him?
Her touch was unlike any other woman’s, and he desired her, and only her. And from the way she was touching him, tasting him, he knew she felt the same. There was no reason for them to fight this any longer.
“Climb on me, Grace,” he begged, reaching for her hair again and tugging.
She shook her head and stayed right where she was, sucking even harder. He felt the pressure building, felt the inevitable explosion coming on. No. He wanted to be buried in her core when he came, not in her mouth. He had to stop this.
But her hot satin mouth moved farther down around him, and when his sensitive tip touched the back of her throat, he nearly lost his mind.
“Gracie . . . your touch . . . it’s . . . I can’t . . .” He couldn’t even get coherent words to exit his throat as she moved faster, her mouth sucking him hard while one hand squeezed his flesh and the other ran up his stomach and glided over his nipples.
And then she looked up, their eyes connecting as she slid her mouth down him, then slowly back up, letting him pop out so she could lick her lips and then lick the fluid from his tip. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever watched.
His entire body tightened as he tried frantically to withhold the orgasm that threatened. Sweat beaded all over his body and he tugged on her once more. But then she took him into her mouth again and sucked while her tongue circled his tip, and the battle was over.
It felt like fire ripping up and through him as wave after wave of his hot pleasure spilled into her mouth. His entire body locked up as he felt himself pump over and over again, and with her lips clasping him tightly, she swallowed his essence.
Shouting her name, he gripped her hair and shook until the last drop slipped down the delicate curve of her throat. Their eyes connected again as the last of his ecstasy began to ebb.
“This isn’t over, Gracie. I still need to be inside you,” he sighed, suddenly weak from the pure pleasure she had just given him.
She sucked him once more, her red lips holding him until the very last second, and made him jump from the sensation of it. Cam tried to gain his breath, tried to move, but he needed just a moment. He hadn’t had that powerful an orgasm in . . . not since he’d been with her eight months earlier.
“Only you, Grace. You’re the only one who can make me so weak,” he told her as he reached for her.
Before he could take hold, she backed up and then stopped, tying her robe and looking down at him with satisfaction.
“Was that good, Cam?” Her question was so sweet.
“It was amazing. Let’s go to my room. It’s not nearly over,” he said, already feeling his body stirring again.
“Good. We’re even.”
Cam sat there a moment, totally baffled. She was halfway up the stairs before he figured out exactly what was happening. Payback from this morning.
“Grace!” He caught up to her and pinned her against the railing, his arousal already growing again. “I just said this, and I’ll say it again: This isn’t over.”
“Yes, Cam, it is. You can be the one to suffer now. I wanted you inside me this morning, and now you can think about the fact that you could have had that.”
She leaned in and kissed him hard, her lips demanding against his, making him forget what they were talking of or fighting about. He didn’t seem to know anything anymore, she had his mind so messed up.
Surprising Cam once again, she pushed away from him and climbed to the top of the stairs, and the last thing he heard was the click of her door shutting and the sound of the bolt slipping firmly into place.