“You’re beautiful,” he says, swallowing hard.
“You’re overdressed,” I counter.
He pulls his hat from his head and tosses it to the floor. The corner of his mouth lifts in a grin as he reaches behind him, grips his plain white T-shirt, and pulls it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. “Better?”
“Keep going, Taylor.” I point at his jeans.
He kicks off his shoes and makes quick work of stripping himself out of his jeans. “How about now?”
“We’re getting there.”
“Yeah?” he asks, stepping toward me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “I think you’re the one who’s now overdressed.” With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra and assists me with sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, adding to the pile of clothes beginning to gather on his bedroom floor. “Now we’re even,” he murmurs, and he bends his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Closing my eyes, I fight back the moan that threatens to spill free. “Is that how this is going to go? Tit for tat?”
“Is that how you want this to go?”
“I asked you first.” Suddenly, I’m nervous. I’ve wanted this moment with him for a long damn time, and now that it’s here, the nerves move in.
“What I want is to cherish you. I want a night when I know I can take my time to give you the attention you deserve. I want a lazy morning of lying in bed and making love to you.”
“Is that night tonight?”
“Depends.” His eyes lock on mine. “If you allow me the honor to make love to you, then yes, tonight is that night.”
“Finally,” I say dramatically, making us both laugh.
“Sassy,” he says, kissing my lips before trailing kisses down my neck.
“You love me sassy.”
“I love you any way I can get you, Paisley.” He drops to his knees and spends some time kissing my belly. Settling his hands on my hips, he looks up at me. “I love you.”
I bury my hands in his hair. “I love you too.”
Sliding his hands in the waistband of my panties, he works them over my hips, my thighs, and down my legs. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lift one foot, then the other to step out of them.
“I don’t know where to start,” he murmurs, kissing just below my belly button.
“We can just get down to business.”
“Oh, you think you’re ready?”
“Try me,” I challenge.
He smiles. “On the bed, beautiful.” The predatory gleam in his eyes causes a shiver of anticipation to race down my spine. Doing as he asks, I sit on the bed and move back until I can lay my head on the pillow.
I don’t take my eyes off him as he strips out of his boxer briefs and reaches into the nightstand. I watch him as he takes out a box of condoms and opens it for the first time. He pulls out a strip and tosses it on the bed next to me. When he walks toward the end of the bed, I speak up. “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking care of you,” he replies as he climbs onto the bed from the bottom. He settles on his knees before picking up my left leg. He massages my foot before working his way up. When he kisses the side of my foot and trails his lips along my leg, I know I’m in for an experience of a lifetime. He wasn’t just spouting random bullshit. He truly intends to take his time.
“Cam.”
“Yeah, baby?” He stops his caress of my right foot and gives me his full attention.
“I need you.”
His eyes soften. “You have all of me.”
He’s not getting it. Then again, maybe he is. This man is stubborn as hell, and I know that no amount of begging or pleading will hurry this process. He’s got his heart set on seduction, which is a waste of his efforts because I’m a sure thing, but that’s not what this is about. It’s the experience. He wants our first time to be memorable. My badass baseball player is a giant softy and a romantic. At least where I’m concerned. Knowing this is his show, and I’m just a spectator, I rest back on the pillow and enjoy the feel of his hands and his lips against my skin.
He moves to stretch out, lying flat on his stomach. Lifting up on my elbows, I watch as he lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders. The look in his eyes is one I’ve never seen before. It’s love, and desire, and something predatory. “You okay?” he asks.
“I’m perfect. You okay?” I toss the question back at him.
“This is the best day of my life,” he says as he dips his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Cam,” I moan as I drop back against the pillow.
“Let me hear you, baby. There’s nobody here but us. No thin hotel walls, no nosy fans, no paparazzi. It’s just us, Paisley.”
I don’t bother to reply to him. We both know he’s not waiting on an answer when he begins to torture me with his mouth and his tongue. It’s the best kind of torture I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had very limited experience with oral sex. But I don’t want to think about the past. Not when I have Cam taking my body to levels of pleasure I’ve never experienced.
I grip the sheets, but it’s not enough. I move to bury my hands in his hair, and he moans, which sends a pulse throughout my entire body. My back arches off the bed, and my hands hold him still. I need him to stop. I need him to give me more. I don’t understand this mixed feeling coursing through me. I’m a mess of want, need, and something else I can’t name.
When he slides his fingers in deep and works them in tandem with his tongue, the last of my control starts to slip. “Cam—” I start but can’t finish. Not that I know what I was going to say anyway. He’s officially stolen my ability to think, let alone speak.
He doesn’t stop his relentless pursuit of my pleasure. His mouth and hands are everywhere. At least that’s how it feels. I feel a burn deep in my core, and my legs clamp around his head. He moans again, and that’s all it takes. The vibration shoots me off like a rocket as my orgasm tears through me. The intensity of the flames of desire racing through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my entire life.
Cam holds his position, not removing his mouth and hands from me until my body drops to the mattress. I’m sated and exhausted, but I’ve never felt more alive, more cherished. I guess that was his plan all along.
He presses his lips to both of my inner thighs before he carefully places my legs back onto the bed. Then he’s there, hovering over me. His dark eyes are filled with so much love, I could cry. “You okay?” His brow crinkles with concern.
“I’ve never been better,” I assure him. It takes extreme effort, but I manage to lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.
He stares at me for several deep breaths before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and if any other man from my past would have tried to kiss me, I’d have pushed them away. I do the opposite with Cameron. I pull him closer. This time it’s me who pushes my tongue past his lips.
I want more of him.
I want more of us.
My kiss is feverish and borderline desperate. I can’t get close enough to him. I need to be closer. I need to feel his skin on mine. I need him inside me. “I need you,” I murmur against his lips.