Camden drove safely but quickly to his condo. The doors to the elevator were hardly closed all the way before he pushed me up against the wall, his mouth completely devouring mine. It was the kiss I’d been anticipating since we left the restaurant, the kiss that would lead to all the other fantastically sexy things he’d promised. It was an unusually clear night in Portland for the late fall, and it would have been beautiful to look out the elevator and see the mountain glowing in the moonlight, all the recently fallen snow like an iridescent blanket covering the peak. But instead of a breathtaking view, I’d gotten a breathtaking kiss. An all-consuming kiss.
His mouth slanted over mine and our lips fused, meeting perfectly and melding together with precision. Like we were fucking made to kiss each other that way. One of his hands came to my neck, moving back into my hair that was swiftly coming free of its loose knot and tangling up in his fingers. His other hand was finding its clever way between my thighs, inching upward. I spread my legs a little farther apart, giving him the access he wanted, and he groaned as his fingers made contact with my bare skin.
“You’re wet,” he rasped against my mouth.
“Duh,” I responded.
He let out a short laugh, but it was snuffed out by the way his lips sealed over mine again, this time his tongue darting into my mouth at the same time he plunged two fingers inside of me. I was so keyed up, the anticipation driving me wild, I was almost surprised I didn’t come on the spot. It was close, though. The combination of his mouth and his fingers, playing me like his favorite instrument, it would have been too much to handle for too much longer, but the door opened and we stumbled into his condo.
Our lips didn’t part as he led me to the living room. No lights were on, but the moon was bright enough to light the way. Camden’s hands were busy ridding me of my jacket and purse, tossing them somewhere along the way to the couch. I felt the edge of the couch at my calves and let out a yelp when I was pushed down, forced to sit. Just as quickly as I landed there, Camden was kneeling on the floor in front of me, his hands behind my knees, yanking me forward so my ass was on the very edge.
His eyes locked on mine and he slid his hands around from the back of my knees up to the top of my thighs, his fingertips slipping underneath the hem of my dress. He continued, his eyes still locked on mine, until my black skirt was pushed all the way up, exposing me to him from the waist down.
“How did it feel, walking through the restaurant knowing you were bare under your dress?” His hands ran lightly over my legs, teasing me.
“I felt naked.” I squirmed on the couch, my body still on the precipice, wanting him to finish what he’d started.
“And?” He moved his hands down to my knees, gently squeezing me there.
“And dirty, like everyone knew what was going on.”
“Mmm,” he growled, leaning forward and pressing his mouth the inside of my thigh where the flesh was soft. “I’m the only one who knew.” He said the words and then bit me just hard enough to make me yelp, but then he kissed the spot to soothe the ache. “I knew you were naked under your dress and that it was all for me—that you’d do that for me—it was a gift.”
“You’re supposed to say thank you when someone gives you a gift.” I not-so-subtly lifted my hips, offering him the most tender part of me, hoping he’d make good on his word. He gave me a lopsided grin—the one I loved—and then slowly kissed his way to my core, pressing kisses everywhere except right where I wanted him most. When he finally used his tongue to spread me open, I almost cried out in relief, but instead I cried out in pleasure.
He made happy, hungry noises as he kissed and licked me, using every part of his mouth to get me off. His tongue was swirling, his lips were sucking, and his bearded chin was the last piece of the perfect trifecta of orgasms. I came hard, clenching around his tongue, my thighs tightening around his head, my fingers pulling on his hair, and he was there between my legs growling in approval.
Before I was even all the way over my orgasm, he left me. I made a strangled noise in protest, unable to form words yet, but I promptly stopped complaining when I saw he’d stood up to take off his clothes.
Yes, please.
Take it all off.
I watched as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor, then pulled his undershirt off over the back of his head in that sexy way only guys can do. And is there anything sexier than watching a man unbuckle his belt while his eyes are trained on you? Nope. There isn’t.
When he was completely naked, massive erection and all, he pulled me up from the couch and yanked my dress over my head. Then, without any words, he sat on the couch and pulled me down to straddle him. Then his hands were everywhere again. Grabbing, pulling, caressing, and my hands were doing the same. His hands cupped my breasts as my hand wrapped around his cock. I stroked him, marveling at how hard he was, but how soft his skin felt. My mind went blank as his mouth captured my breast, sucking me in deep. I moaned loudly and my hips moved reflexively, rocking back and forth, searching for friction, the ache between my legs growing with every tug his mouth made on my nipple. He growled around my breast and his hands moved to grip my hips. Then, one knee fell away and suddenly I was straddling just one of his legs.
Two things happened next. The thought of my bare sex against his thigh sent immediate and electrifying shock waves through me, starting at my core and ending there again, making my inner walls clench, wetness seeping from me. Also, I was overwhelmed with a sense of embarrassment and shame. The idea that I would rub myself on his thigh to get off seemed strange, I knew it was, but it was so fucking hot, I chased myself around in circles. I wanted so badly to use his body to bring mine pleasure, but there was a mental wall I couldn’t climb over.
His hands came back to my breasts as his mouth fell away, and he peppered my skin with kisses up my chest and over my neck.
“Don’t overthink this, Riley. My body is yours, any part of it, all of it. Use it.”
I groaned while slowly grinding against him, taking in gasping breaths as more shockwaves rolled through me. It felt incredible. His hard thigh rubbed my clit in just the right way; it was all I could do to keep a slow pace. A part of me wanted to lose control, to shamelessly use him, to abandon myself and my notions of propriety, and simply fuck his leg. I don’t know if he saw that in me or not, but he spoke regardless.
“Jesus, babe, you’re so wet. I can feel it on my leg. I can feel you moving over me and it’s so fucking hot. Don’t stop.” His hands moved back down to my hips and he gripped me hard enough to make me gasp. But the pain was slight and only heightened everything I was already feeling. He pulled me down on him, and my eyes rolled back with the added friction. My hands jumped out, seeking something to find purchase on, something to ground me, something to hold on to, to keep me from floating away. I held on to his bicep and shoulder while his hands moved my hips back and forth, pushing me toward a spectacular orgasm.
When it finally hit, my body was already in crisis mode. I drifted from coiled tension to limply sated, every muscle from the waist down pulsing in convulsions. Even my toes were twitching. It would go down in the history of Riley as one of the best orgasms ever. But Camden wasn’t finished with me.
He picked up my limp body and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down gently on the bed. I watched through hooded lids as he reached into his nightstand and took out a condom. I forced my eyes open at that point because watching Camden put a condom on was one of my most favorite pastimes. Even though I’d just had the biggest orgasm I could remember, my body was instantly alert at the sight of him touching his cock, sheathing himself, and then looking for me, at me, ready to take me.
He crawled over me on the bed, stopping for nothing, and plunged into me on one long thrust. My back immediately arched and my lungs emptied on a groan. He pumped into me a few times, roughly, but fantastically, then his hands scooped me up under my back and brought my face up to his, my legs instinctively wrapping around his wais
t.
“Tell me it’s never been like this with anyone else.” His hand tangled in my hair and one arm wrapped around my waist. He drove into me as he said the words, but his eyes remained trained on mine.
“Never,” I managed, the word falling out on a sigh. “Only you.”
His hands moved over my skin, stopping at all his favorite places, pulling, pinching, and tugging. His mouth latched on to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking. He did all of this while fucking me within an inch of my life. Eventually, one hand moved to the back of my neck and pressed my head to his shoulder, pulling me into an embrace while he pushed into me over and over until he came. He normally wasn’t vocal when he came, but that time he let out a few surprised-sounding moans, as if his own pleasure caught him off guard.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my hair as he lay me back on the bed, letting his body rest on top of mine. “Goddamn, Riley,” he said, right before his mouth found mine. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”
My heart stopped at his words, terrified of them being both true and something just said after sex, words thrown away and meant as a transition. The entire evening had been building toward something, and I thought it was the crazy orgasms we’d both had, but obviously, I was wrong. Apparently, the night had been building toward a moment of pure panic.
“Don’t freak out,” he said, pushing my hair from my face, his body still covering mine, the warmth of it stupidly comforting. He kissed me again and then pulled back, catching my gaze once more.
“Have you ever been in love?” I blurted out, shocked by my own words. My eyes darted back and forth between his, trying to find the answer there, but all I saw were the corners of them wrinkle as he smiled.
“I used to think I’d been in love, but now I’m not so sure.”
“No?” Never had a word been whispered quieter.
His face dipped down and every single part of me melted as he ran his nose gently along the length of mine. He kissed me slowly, then pulled back far enough to say, “I’m beginning to think whatever I’ve felt before was only a fraction of my capacity to love someone.”
“Oh.”
He laughed and then rolled off me. I tried not to watch as he removed the condom and disposed of it in the trash can under his nightstand, but everything about him captivated me. When he finished, he came back to me, pulling me to his side. I went willingly, and I knew I always would. If his arms were open, I was supposed to be in them. Nothing in the world had ever been clearer to me than that.
After a few minutes of silence and his hand running up and down my spine in a way that had my eyes drifting closed, he finally spoke.
“Are you all right with everything that happened tonight?” He sounded wary and nervous.
I shifted so I was propped up on an elbow and could see his face.
“Yeah. Why?”
He curled a lock of hair behind my ear, his eyes now showing the worry that had been in his voice. “I don’t want to push you into doing something you aren’t comfortable with.”
“Oh, you mean the underwear thing?”
“Yeah. Was that too much?”
“Surprisingly, no. If you had asked me a month ago if I’d ever do that with a guy, I would have said no.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me no?”
I shrugged. “Because I wanted to say yes. I liked the way your eyes were alive when you asked me, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to let you take control like that, to trust you in that way.”
He was silent and his face was unreadable, until that sexy grin appeared. “It was fucking sexy as hell, Riley.”
“Yes, well, don’t think just because I took my panties off for you in public means I’ll be doing much more. I do have boundaries. They’re in there somewhere. I think when you smile at me they melt away, along with my inhibitions.”
“I like you uninhibited.”
“Clearly,” I said with a laugh. I thought back to all the things I’d done with Cam that I normally wouldn’t have done, and I suddenly found myself blushing. One would think walking through a restaurant without panties would have been the height of boundary pushing, but no, I managed to outdo myself on that too. Images of myself, and what I’d done with him, flashed through my mind and I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer.
“Hey,” he said, his finger pulling my chin back up to look at him. “What happened? What shut you down just now?”
Unable to say the words while looking at him, I buried my face in his chest.
“I came on your leg.” My words were muffled against his warm, damp skin.
“What?” he said while laughing, making his chest bounce, my face also bouncing as a result. “Come on, talk to me.”
Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I lifted my face a little and clamped my eyes closed, saying, “I came on your leg.”
“Damn straight you did. It was hot as fuck, too.”
“It was ridiculous,” I said, my voice sullen.
“Why? You’ve used my hand to get off before. And my dick. What’s the difference?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, rolling away and finding a reason to inspect my fingernail. “Fingers and dicks are typically used in sex. Quadriceps? Not so much.”
“So the fuck what? If it makes you feel good, and I can provide it, I want you to ride every part of me, baby. You can bet I’m going to stick my dick between your boobs at some point.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is a ridiculous conversation.”
“It might feel ridiculous, but I want to be able to talk to you about your needs and wants. I want to give you everything. Sure, today you might have gotten off on my leg, but tomorrow it might be something more important, and I want us to be able to talk about it. About anything.”
“Okay,” I whispered, still a little embarrassed.
“Good,” he said, rolling me over and pulling my back into his chest. He snuggled into me and it was so easy to relax against him, to let his big body envelop mine and keep me warm and safe. After a few quiet moments, he asked, “Do you need anything before I fall asleep?”
“No,” I said sleepily.
“You sure? Water? Extra pillow? My other leg?”
He was laughing and rolling away before I could smack him. But I caught him. Eventually.
Chapter Fourteen
Camden
As I pulled up to my mother’s house, I remembered the last time I was there and introducing Riley to my parents for the first time. I thought about how nervous she’d been and I caught myself gripping the steering wheel too hard. She was always so hard on herself. She’d gone into that brunch thinking she wasn’t good enough for me, or that my parents would think that about her.
We’d come a long way since then, especially since my mother has been working with Riley for a month now to plan her gala. My mother was closer with Riley than any other woman I’ve ever been with, and that was great, but I couldn’t wait for them to have more than just a professional relationship. For that reason, I was looking forward to dinner with my mom. She’d called and invited us over, not wanting to spend the entire evening alone as my stepfather was out of town at a conference. The fact that Andrew wouldn’t be there was another reason to accept the invitation.
My mother’s driveway was empty and I felt the disappointment immediately. The closer the gala got, the busier Riley was, and I wanted every minute with her I could steal.
I parked the Batmobile and walked into the house, not bothering to knock.
“Hey, Mom, I’m here.”
“In the kitchen,” she called.
I slipped my jacket off and hung it on the hall tree, rolled up my sleeves, and sought out my mother.
“Hello, there, my handsome son,” she said with a smile as I entered the kitchen. She was standing at the island mixing something in a bowl. I moved to her, kissing her on the cheek, then swiped a crouton from the salad she was tossing.
“Sto
p sticking your dirty fingers in the food, Camden.” She said the words like she was angry, but I could see her smile so I knew she wasn’t actually mad at me. “Where’s Riley?”
“She said she’d meet me here. She had a late conference call at work.”
“She’s working too hard.” My mother’s voice was full of concern. I reached for another crouton, but she slapped my hand before I could get hold of one. She scowled at me and I laughed.
“Well, here’s the thing. I think this is Riley. She has a strong work ethic. I know she’s trying hard to make a good impression on you and her boss, but I kind of think she would be working this hard regardless of who the client was. She’s worked hard her whole life.”
My mother was quiet so I looked over at her.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
In the past, this was where I would have scoffed and told my mom I was too young to be serious about a woman. I would have laughed and said it was just casual. But I couldn’t fathom putting Riley and the word casual in the same sentence. Nothing about my relationship with her was casual. It was all-encompassing, new, scary, deep, fulfilling, rewarding, and the sex was off the charts, but my mom didn’t need to know that part.
“I do. A lot. And I think the feeling’s mutual.”
Mom smiled and then her eyes welled with tears. She wiped them away quickly, trying to hide them from me, but I laughed and put an arm around her. “She likes you too, Mom. And not only as someone she’s working for. She thinks you’re great.”
“I like her too,” she said, her voice squeaky and soft.
“Don’t cry, Mom. This is a good thing. Maybe I’m really a grown-up now.”
“Well,” she said, her voice a little stronger, “let’s not go too crazy.”
We laughed together, I stole another crouton, and my phone rang. I saw Riley’s name on the screen and I knew it was bad news.
“Hey, babe, my mom and I were just talking about you.”
“Uh, that sounds horrifying.”
“All good things. What’s up?”
“I’m so angry right now. My conference call was postponed for an hour and then Rose said she wants to status afterward. I don’t think I’m going to make it for dinner and I feel really shitty about it.”
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