by Lisa Shelby
“I like the sound of that, Liam.”
This earns a growl of possessiveness from me that I cannot contain.
Oh, Sweet Jesus, did she really just say that. Are we on the same page? Is this really about to happen?
We don’t speak again.
My building is in view, and now I am a man on a mission. That mission is getting the hottest fucking woman I have ever met into my loft and out of her clothes.
I get my key card out of my front pocket and push through the lobby doors. Lucky for us, the elevator doors open the moment I push the up button.
Once in the elevator, I see a side of Cami that I had no idea existed. She’s locked her eyes with mine in the mirrored walls of the elevator and doesn’t break her stare as she seductively nibbles on my ear and licks and kisses my neck all the while subtly rubbing herself on me in a grinding motion like she’s trying to give me a preview of what is about to go down once we get inside.
This is entirely different than the glare she was giving me a few short days ago when she was over my shoulder in the hotel elevator.
The elevator opens on my floor, and once we’re in front of my door, I grab her and drag her around my waist so that she still has her legs around me, but she’s in front of me. I know we’re right next to the door, but I have to taste her now. I press her back against the wall and crash my mouth into hers. Her hands are scratching at my back as she tries to rip my shirt over my head.
My hand cups her perfect breast, my teeth bite her soft neck, and her head is back with the sexiest moans coming out of that sinfully sweet mouth of hers when my neighbor, Mrs. Swanson, walks by.
“Take it inside, you two. You don’t need to remind the rest of us what we aren’t getting anymore.”
She walks into her loft on the other side of the hall, and once her door clicks closed behind her, we both burst out laughing. Her laugh is loud enough that Mrs. Swanson can surely hear it on the other side of the door, so I quickly clamp my hand over her mouth. The moment my palm touches her lips all laughter is forgotten, and I’m sure if Mrs. Swanson came back out into the hallway she wouldn’t be able to see a thing through the steam engulfing us. There is something hot between us, and I think it’s time I get her inside and do a bit of research to find out exactly what it is.
I move my hand from her mouth and oh so gently outline her top lip with my tongue and then pull at her bottom lip with my teeth. “I think I better get you inside before she comes back out here with a paddle.”
“A paddle, you say?”
She never stops surprising me. I know she’s kidding, but fuck if it’s not hot to hear her say shit like that.
I place her on her feet and unlock my door. Now that we aren’t touching, I feel like I’m fumbling all over myself. I need to get my hands back on her stat. But first, I switch on the light and lock the door behind us.
I don’t have to worry about getting my hands back on her because she’s on the same page. When I turn around from locking the door, Cami only has one shoe on and kicks the second one in my direction so I have to duck to miss it.
We’re both smiling at each other when she beckons me with her finger. “Whatcha doin’ way over there, big guy?”
With her heels off, she looks even smaller than she already did, but I’m guessing that old saying about great things coming in small packages is about to prove itself more than true.
I obey her command, and as I cross the room to get to her, I leave my shoes and socks in a trail behind me. The minute I have her within arm’s length, I pick her up again, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My mouth devours hers, and we are attacking each other like depraved lunatics that may never get enough to sustain our desire for each other.
We’re standing in front of my giant, king-sized bed, and I can’t believe this is happening. Should this be happening?
I pull my mouth from hers. “Cami, you sure about this? Is this something you want?”
“Liam, this…” she motions between the two of us, “…is all I have thought about since that first kiss on the dance floor in Georgia. If you don’t feel the same, and it’s not something that you want to give a go, then please put be down, and I’ll be on my way. No harm done. But if you do want this then get those lips back on me and take me for another ride, handsome.”
I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but I could not have been more wrong.
I toss her down on the bed, and her hair falls in her face when she bounces on the mattress. She moves her hair out of the way, and the sexy little grin on her face makes it clear she’s noticed just how much I want this when she see’s how hard I am.
I pull my shirt over my head, and Cami crawls on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed. Once in front of me, she undoes my belt buckle and whips it out of its loops, and I faintly hear the sound of the metal hit the concrete floor, because right now all I can focus on is Cami, on her knees in front of me, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me through her lashes with eyes full of mischief.
Looks like she wants to play…
She sits up and undoes the top button on my jeans but pauses to give me another coy look with eyes that sparkle with lust and a look that says, Are you ready to play?
She unzips my fly and then pushes my pants down so she is one layer closer to the toy it seems she wants all for herself tonight. Her small hand glides its way over my raging hard-on, and this time she licks her lips before her fingers find the waist band of my boxer briefs. But she doesn’t pull them down. Nope, she teases me and runs her finger along my skin and the band at the top of my boxers, but when she places a kiss on my cock through the thin fabric with a sly grin on her face, she knows she’s killing me.
I can’t take anymore.
I step out of my jeans and gently push one of her shoulders as an indication that I am taking back control and want her to lie down. She scoots back and lies down but keeps herself propped up on her elbows so she can watch the show.
I’m standing in just my boxers and nothing else and she is still fully clothed. I cross my arms and stand my ground at the foot of the bed.
I don’t say anything and neither does she. When I lift an eyebrow and then give her body a well-deserved once over with my eyes it finally clicks.
“Ah…is it all these clothes that have you playing hard to get?”
Cami, being Cami, doesn’t take care of the situation the way you would expect her to. No, she stands up in the middle of the bed and, first things first, pulls her blouse over her head and throws it in my direction.
Of course, I bring it to my nose and inhale her scent. This makes her giggle. One day, I will figure out how she manages to always smell the way she does.
Next, she unzips her jeans and leans forward and gives me a little shimmy as she slides them over her hips and down her legs. She kicks those off the bed and onto the floor and is standing in the middle of my bed looking like a goddess in her matching navy lace bra and panties. The same color as the dress she wore on Saturday.
I think navy blue is slowing becoming my favorite color.
“Is this better?” she asks seductively while her eyes go from mine to my barely contained cock and then back to my eyes. This woman knows what she wants, and I intend to give it to her.
“It is, much better in fact, but I think you forgot a couple of items. Why don’t I help you with those?”
When my first knee hits the bed, she drops down to her knees and waits for me to reach her. When I do, I need to take a second to take her in. Her messy auburn waves that float around her pale shoulders. Her perfect breasts heaving with anticipation. “Cami, you are stunning.” My hand cups her face, and I kiss her lips gently.
I want to make sure she knows that as much fun as we are having this is also a big deal to me. I can feel my hand on her face start to shake. “Baby, I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. I really want to give this a try. What do you say?”
“Liam, are you saying you want to be with m
e? Only me?”
I lay her down on the bed and use my leg to spread hers wider to make room for me to place myself on top of her while holding myself up on my forearms. I want her looking into my eyes when she hears what I have to say.
“Cami, you are in fact the fucking bee’s knees.” She lets out an audible gasp, but I don’t give her time to speak. “Since our night at Embers, I haven’t seen anyone else. It’s as though I have blinders on, and you are the only woman I see. What I’m saying is there isn’t anybody else for me, little lady. Only you.”
She doesn’t say a word, but she lifts up and uses her tongue to gently trace the seam of my lips and gain entrance. I willingly give her access and open up to her. She lays her head back down and pulls me down with her.
“Liam. Make love to me.”
No sweeter words have ever been spoken. I know that she isn’t saying that she loves me, but she is saying that this is more than a hook–up, and it means something to her. If that is all she can give me at this point in time, I’ll take it.
I kiss her neck and follow the path to her collarbone. She is cooing and gliding her hand through my hair as I make my way across her chest and to the swell of her breast. Her hand leaves my head so she can slip one of her bra straps off her shoulder and then the other. I reach my hand behind her back and unhook the clasp in mere seconds.
I slowly pull her bra off her, and before me is perfection. I whisper in her ear to tell her what I see and quickly take my position back down her chest and take her nipple into my mouth. Her nipple hardens immediately beneath my tongue, and she gasps. I do the same to the other nipple, and while I do my hand takes a tour of her flat stomach and the curve of her waist that blends into her hips. I follow my hand with my mouth and find myself at the top of her lace panties.
I can’t help but nuzzle into her, and my God does she smell amazing. When I look up, I find her watching me. I can tell that she’s turned on—hell, I can feel that on the lace I was just up close and personal with. I gently take the sides of her panties and ever so slowly pull them down her thighs.
She opens her legs a bit during the process, and I can’t help but kiss her inner thigh. Both of her hands are in my hair as I kiss a bit closer to the place I know she wants me to go. I make sure to release a heavy breath over her center as I move to the inside of her other thigh and work my way back up.
It’s after one more final kiss to her thigh that I give her what she wants. I take both hands and with care push her legs open even further. She succumbs to my wishes, and this gets her a kiss where she has been waiting with bated breath for me to kiss. I can hear her breathing become labored, and I take my tongue and get my first full taste of her. When she moans at the motion, I practically come right then and there.
My mouth continues to lick and suck when she yells, “Yes! Liam, just like that! You’re gonna make me come! Oh, my God! Just! Like! That!”
“No, no, no…there will be none of that. Not yet, little lady.”
I finally take off my boxers and reach into my night stand table and pull out a condom. I start to tear it open, and much to my surprise, Cami asks, “Let me?” I hand her the foil packet, and she tears it open with her teeth and makes my dick jump at the visual. She rolls the condom in place and says, “I guess my big boy nickname for you is fitting in more ways than one.” She grins a sexy grin and gives me a gentle stroke.
My ego soars but is slowly forgotten when pure unadulterated lust takes over. After her sassy comment, she kisses me nice and hard and then makes a show of licking her lips, that now taste of her.
I think this woman may just be the death of me.
I ease myself into her, and I am in heaven.
“Now that I’m inside of you, I might let you come, but not until you’re screaming my name and begging for it.”
The next two hours pass on top of, under, and tangled in a mess of sheets. It’s hot, sticky, and sweet, and I can’t remember ever feeling so damned happy. It almost feels like I’m having an out of body experience.
With the glow of late night TV lighting her flushed face, we sit in the middle of my bed eating chips and salsa and telling stories that make us laugh until we cry. All the while, her clothes are mixed with mine on the floor, and she wears nothing what-so-ever except for my T-shirt.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Cami jumps off the bed and runs to the bathroom sink to try to get the salsa that she just dripped onto my shirt out.
“Liam, I am so sorry!” she yells from the bathroom.
“Cam, it’s a just a plain white tee. I have a hundred of them.” I join her in the bathroom in just a pair of gym shorts and bring my arms around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. Her bright eyes find mine in the mirror. “Besides, you look too good in my shirt and you need to take that home with you. I’d love to see you in it again. In fact, everything about tonight was too good not to do again”
“Did you mean what you said earlier? Do you really want to try this?” In the mirror, I see eyes that are hopeful yet fearful at the same time. I don’t like that she didn’t believe me when I said I wanted more than a one-night stand. We need to clear this shit up.
“If by this you mean us then, yes. I have never been more sure about anything, Cami.” Her face lights up, and she turns and props herself up on the counter so she can face me.
“Tell me more,” she says, bouncing with the enthusiasm of a small child.
God, this woman is fucking air. She is fresh air that has cleared my mind and my heart and has made everything crystal clear.
“Little lady, you are fucking cute as hell.”
She reaches up and pulls my face to hers and kisses me in a way that is nasty and dirty while her hand finds my already semi-hard dick, and she slowly pumps up and down and has me close to rock hard in mere seconds.
“How cute was that?” She bites my bottom lip and removes her hand from my shorts and says, “Now, be good and tell me more.”
God, I love this side of her. She’s playful yet demanding. She is also proving that even the most independent woman still loves to hear the sweet things. Something I am making a mental note to remember.
“Yes, you are still cute as hell but also dirty and naughty and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
I kiss her nose, and she crinkles it up and fuck if it isn’t even cuter than the bouncing.
“So, you like me?”
“Sweet Jesus, woman! Like is not the word that I would use. You have captivated me in a way I didn’t know was possible. You have been slowly infiltrating my being for months now, but when you kissed me on that dance floor Saturday, I was done for. There was no coming back from that, at least not for me. I really want to try this, Cami. I really do want you. Most of all…I want you and I to be an us. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more. What do you have to say to that?”
She wraps her legs around me and doesn’t hesitate to reply. “Liam…” I watch as she traces a heart on to my chest, and then she presses her lips to the spot. “…You sound pretty sure that this is what you want,” she says with a wicked smile as she continues to run her fingers over my chest. “It’s because I’m the bee’s knees, isn’t it?” she says with a wink.
“Fuckin’ A right you are,” I say lifting one of her hands from my chest, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm.
“Well, as long as we’re clear on that fact, then I agree.” She takes my hand that was just holding hers to my lips and repeats the action by kissing my palm. “I think we should be an us too.”
Without thinking, I collide my lips with hers and do my best to make her feel the elation that is coursing through my body. We are nothing but groping hands, wet lips, hard nipples, and raging hard cock as we nearly tear each other apart on my bathroom counter.
We finally come up for air, and I nuzzle into her neck.
“Liam, I have one condition.”
I kiss her neck. “And what is that?” I leave another kiss higher up
on her neck, making my way to her earlobe.
“I don’t want to tell anybody, not yet anyway.”
My body goes cold, and I feel myself stiffen as I move my lips from her neck, and all of those old feelings start to seep back in.
She’s embarrassed to be with me.
She wants to hide our relationship because I’m not good enough for her.
She hops off of the counter to follow me as I turn and leave the bathroom.
“Hey!” she says sternly behind me, trying to get my attention.
I keep walking away from her. It’s times like this I wish I had a regular house with rooms and doors so that I could escape.
“Liam Fanua!” I’m almost to the front door. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Is she kidding me right now?
I turn on her and charge back in her direction. “What the hell is wrong with me?! Seriously?!”
“Seriously! One minute we’re talking about being an us and suddenly you bail on me. One minute you’re telling me you want me, and I’m telling you that I want you all to myself and don’t want to share you, and you’re running for the hills!”
“Wait, what?” How did I miss her saying she didn’t want to share me? “All I heard was that you wanted to keep us a secret and not tell anybody about us. Not sure how the hell you expected me to take that?”
She slowly shakes her head back and forth as she closes the space between us, and reaches her hands to my face like she knows I like. Holding my face in her hands, she has the nerve to smile like this is some God-damned rom-com.
“Cami, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“Liam, I am not fucking with you. Now, please be quiet and let me explain, you damned hot head.”
I, of course, start to open my mouth, but she presses a finger to my lips.
“No, Liam. Please shut up. Pretty please.” She bats her eyelashes at me, and of course I do as asked.
I think she has me under some kind of spell. No matter how pissed I am, I still always do as she asks.
“Liam, I asked to keep us a secret because, like I said, I don’t want to share you. You know as well as I do the minute Emily and Alex find out about us they are going to be all over us to do everything as a group. Group dates. Group dinners. Group yoga. Group bike rides. Group everything! The fact that our entire group will be full of couples and there won’t be any more singles to set up with co-workers and old friends is going to send them all into a freaking tizzy.”
