ADULT EXCERPT

Camden

My hand moves to her waist, then the bare strip of skin beneath her shirt. She arches into my touch.

I groan against her mouth. “Em.”

“What?”

“You keep moving like that, and I’m going to forget I’m trying to be easy.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Maybe I don’t want easy.”

My control flashes white-hot.

Her gaze drops to my mouth. “I want you.”

Every breath leaves me.

Not because I didn’t know or because I haven’t felt it in every tremble, every gasp, every reckless little arch of her body beneath mine. But hearing her say it, hearing Emery put those words in the space between us, nearly breaks something I’ve spent years holding together with both hands.

“Fucking hell, baby.” My forehead drops to hers, and I have to close my eyes before the look on her face ruins me completely. “I’m trying to take my time with you. I’m trying to be slow and careful and make this good, but you’re lying here looking at me like that, telling me you want me, and all I can think about is stripping us both bare and driving my cock into your pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Her whole body surges beneath me, not away, but into me, as if the words strike somewhere too deep for her to pretend they don’t burn.

A broken sound spills from her mouth, and her nails scrape against my scalp while her hips lift off the mattress in a helpless search for me. Her eyes flutter shut, her throat working around a breath she can’t seem to catch, and the flush already staining her skin spreads hotter, brighter, until she looks lit from the inside.

“Em,” I grind out, barely holding on as her fingers tighten in my hair.

I drag my thumb slowly along her ribs, feeling another shiver move through her. “Let me make it worth the wait before you make me forget how to wait at all.”

Her breath catches, and I feel that small surrender move through her before she says a word.

I kiss her jaw, her throat and the delicate place below her ear that makes her nails scrape lightly over my scalp. Every reaction feeds me. Every tremble. Every tiny gasp. I follow them like signs, learning her in fragments and mapping the places where boldness turns soft and nerves turn molten.

My fingers find the hem of her shirt and I stop. Her eyes open.

“Can I take this off?” I ask. 

A flush spreads over her chest, but she nods. I don’t move.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Take it off.”

I lift her shirt slowly, and she raises her arms, letting me peel the cotton away. For a second after I toss it aside, her hands hover near her chest, instinctive and uncertain.

My lungs forget how to work. She’s more perfect than all the times I’ve imagined her like this. She’s soft, full, and flushed from the heat moving between us as her breasts rise and fall with every unsteady breath she takes. 

The low motel light spills over her skin in warm shadows, catching on the delicate peaks already tightened from wanting and nerves, and something hungry and reverent tears through me.

“Jesus, Em,” I whisper, my voice wrecked. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her arms start to fold inward.

I catch both wrists and press them gently into the pillow above her head. “Don’t hide from me.”

Her breath shakes.

My voice drops. “Not one inch.”

The look in her eyes nearly breaks me open. She’s nervous and turned on and trying to be brave all at once, and the combination is so potent I have to lower my mouth to her shoulder before I say something too raw.

I move my mouth from her shoulder to her breast, taking her in slowly, letting the heat of my tongue draw a shiver through her before my lips close around her.

Emery’s body arches instantly. “Oh…Cam…den,” she moans, my name breaking in the middle.

I give her a little more, a slow pull, a careful scrape of teeth, just enough to make her fingers twist against my hold and her breath come apart above me. I soothe the sting with my tongue, lingering there until she’s trembling beneath my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against her nipple. “I fucking love hearing you like this.”

Her body moves under me in these small, helpless waves as every brush of my lips pulls another sound from her. My hand slides down her side, over the curve of her waist, and to the waistband of her shorts. Her stomach flutters beneath my knuckles.

I stop again and she makes a noise of protest that goes straight to my cock. “You still with me?” 

Her eyes are heavy now and her lips are swollen from mine. “Yes.”

“Still want more?”

“Yes.”

I shift lower, kissing the center of her stomach, then the sensitive skin near her hip, then the little dip just inside the bone. Her hands tangle in the pillowcase above her head. She doesn’t cover herself this time.

My fingers hook beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties at the same time. I drag them down slowly. The fabric slides over her hips, past her thighs, down her calves, and by the time I toss them onto the floor, my blood is beating like thunder. She’s bare beneath me, stretched out in the dim motel light, skin flushed and breathing uneven, and I have to sit back on my heels because the sight of her steals every filthy word I know.

She starts to close her knees, and I set my hands on them. Not forcing. Just there as a question in the shape of my palms. Her eyes lock on mine. I wait and her thighs ease apart.

My entire body goes tight. “Fuck,” I hiss.

Her pussy is slick and swollen for me, her arousal catching the low light in a way that makes every thought I have turn primitive. My hands flex on her knees, and I have to breathe through the savage pull to drop my mouth to her right then.

She’s letting me see her. All of her. Not just her body, but the wanting. The trust. The brave, trembling truth of it.

My gaze lifts to her face. Her cheeks are blazing, but she doesn’t look away.

“Cam?” she whispers.

I slide my hands up her thighs, slow and deliberate, spreading her a little wider with pressure she can refuse. She doesn’t. Her body opens beneath my touch, and the sound that leaves her is small enough to be shy and desperate enough to make me feel feral.

“You’re so wet for me.” My voice is rough as gravel.

Emery’s eyes flutter.

I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, nowhere near where she wants me, and she trembles so hard my mouth curves against her skin.

“Look at you,” I murmur. “All this because I touched your legs?”

“Because you teased me,” she says, breathless.

A dark laugh slips out of me. “Baby, I haven’t even started.”