by Marie Tuhart
They touched their glasses and drank. She had talked to him tonight, told him more about her family. She was trying. Maybe this was a turning point in their relationship. Maybe not going to Scotland was a good idea.
Chapter Fifteen
“Dinner was delicious,” Kristen said as Cameron drove toward his house. Once she had relaxed, Cameron had showed her how he cared for her. He’d taken the appetizer and fed the puffs to her from his fingers. At first she was self-conscious that it would call attention to them, but no one paid them any mind.
Even though they were in public, it was magical. He also made sure her soup had the right about of cheese on top, and he had even fed her part of his scampi, laughing when she’d insisted on feeding him some of her risotto. This night was special.
After he parked, she slipped from his SUV and stared up at the night sky. Stars twinkled against a black canvas. A peacefulness swept over her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“Would you like to sit on the back porch for a while?” Cameron asked.
“That would be nice.” It was warm enough, and she didn’t want the evening to end yet. She wanted to be with Cameron.
He guided her around to the back of his house. The porch was wood, and in the distance, she could make out trees. Light illuminated a path, and there were some plants lining it. She inhaled and the scents of pine, jasmine and carnations made her smile.
She turned. “Oh, you have a porch swing. How did I miss that?”
“Well, it could be because I never brought you back here.” He grinned at her. “Sit down and get comfortable. Would you like some more wine?”
“Yes, please.”
He unlocked the back door and slip inside. Instead of sitting, Kristen stood at the edge of the porch, just staring out at the stars. The night was so beautiful and quiet.
Well, maybe not so quiet because the crickets were chirping, but she wouldn’t trade this for anything. She turned, went over to the swing, and sat down. The swing had a high back so she could lean her head back and…oh, wow. The canopy was tilted in such a way she could still see the night sky.
“Your wine, my lady.”
“Thanks.” She took the glass Cameron held out to her and took a sip of the white wine. “This is wonderful.”
“It’s a nice Riesling.” He took her glass and set it on the small side table, then knelt at her feet. “Let’s get you comfortable.” Before she could say a word, he slipped off her shoes. Then, he sat next to her and maneuvered her body so her head was on his lap.
She gazed up at Cameron’s handsome, rugged face and wondered how she got so lucky to have him in her life.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. “Your eyes are glowing.”
Kristen couldn’t help but smile. “I was thinking what a wonderful man you are.”
“Flattery.”
“Truth.” She covered his hand where it rested on her stomach. “How is it you’re not married?”
A slight shadow spread over his features then disappeared. “I’ve never found a woman I wanted to spend my life with.” He brushed her hair away from her forehead before trailing a fingertip from her temple down her cheek.
His touch was soft and sensuous. She wanted more. While they’d played together, tonight was different. Maybe it was time to open up more to him. “After my grandmother died, you know I came here to Grant.”
“How did you pick Grant?” His hand dropped to her shoulder.
She laughed. “I actually got in my car and just started driving.”
“That sounds impulsive and dangerous.”
“At the time I just wanted to get away.” She blinked away the tears filling her eyes. “I packed up what I could, hit the lawyer’s office, and took off.”
“Your family never looked for you?”
She sat up and faced Cameron. If she was going to confess this, she wanted to see his face, his reaction. “I legally changed my last name when I came to Grant.”
Cameron blinked, but his expression didn’t change. No disapproval lingered there. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to be found,” she whispered. “I hated my life, hated I had become—a lifeless doll. I wanted a fresh start.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’d buried my grandmother, and all my parents could talk about was how to milk it with the press.”
“Sweetheart.” He cupped her chin in his palm. “I love you are opening up to me, but I hate to see you so upset. I can’t take it.” His lips brushed hers.
Her heart clenched at Cameron’s words. He was so caring and concerned. She was falling for this man. Kristen inhaled. Yes, she was falling for Cameron; it was more than kink. She decided then and there, she would see this to the end whatever it maybe.
She shifted to kiss him and the swing tilted. She squeaked in fear of falling onto the porch.
Cameron’s arms curled around her waist. “Why don’t we take this inside?”
“Yes, inside,” she whispered then looked him in the eye. “To your bedroom.”
His blue eyes darkened. Without a word, he stood and scooped her up into his arms. After locking the back door, his long, firm strides carried them up the stairs to his room.
Kristen’s heart sped up. She wanted him. She wanted to be close to him, to feel his love embrace her entire being.
When Cameron set her on her feet, she got her first good look at his bedroom—dark with little decorating flair. A laugh escaped her lips.
“What is that laugh for?” he asked.
“Typical, male bedroom.” She waved her hand at the large, wood-framed bed. The heavy, old-looking oak dresser, dark and looming, made her bite her lip. What stories could that dresser could tell? An overstuffed chair with a side table overflowing with books and magazines caused her to grin; at least he was a reader. There was a multi-colored throw rug that helped make the room look less dark. A large, flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall, and dark curtains were pulled closed over the windows.
“I like it.” He tugged her into his arms again. “Besides, what better place to ravish you?”
“Oh, so you’re going to ravish me?”
“And then some.” He grinned. “I’m in charge.”
“Yes, Sir.” Damn if her blood didn’t heat up in her veins. She loved it when he took control, allowing her to throw her thoughts away and concentrate only on pleasure.
“Very good. Now, it’s time for me to unwrap my present.”
His lips brushed against hers. Kristen opened her mouth to his, her tongue finding his, toying with it before he took control.
She sank against his body. Heat filled her body, and her breathing hitched. Lord, the man could kiss. All too soon, he pulled away.
His fingers found the hem of her shirt, and in a swift move, he whisked it up and over her head. Her skin pebbled in the cool air, but she wasn’t cold. She was hot. Very hot.
Her hard nipples pressed against her lace bra. Cameron lowered his head, his lips trailing over her collar bone. “So beautiful.”
The next thing she knew, her bra was off, and Cameron kissed his way to her stomach. He stopped and gazed up at her as he unfastened her skirt, pushing it and her lacy panties to the floor. Kristen’s breath hitched in her throat as he stood.
“Undress me,” he commanded.
For some reason, her fingers shook as she undid his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to fall to the floor. She ran her nails over his chest, following the trail of chest hair until it disappeared beneath his trousers.
She bit her lower lip. She’d never been asked to strip a man before, but how hard could it be? Her fingers closed over his belt, loosened it, and pulled it from the loops.
The leather belt hung heavy in her hands. She let it slip from her fingers, the buckle clanking on the floor. With deft movements, she unfastened his pants and pushed them down.
“Commando,” she whispered as the fabric gave way to the dark curls nestled at the base of his very erect cock.
“Alway
s.” He drew her to a standing position. “Get on the bed. Now.”
His deep, husky voice sent shivers of anticipation through her. She padded over to the bed and drew back the dark brown comforter to reveal tan sheets. Grabbing the top sheet, she pushed it down to the end of the bed as well.
“You keep shaking that perky ass at me, and I’m going to enjoy spanking it.”
Hot tendrils of desire climbed her spine. Kristen glanced over her shoulder and fluttered her lashes before climbing onto the mattress with one last shake of her ass. She barely had one knee on the bed when she was tackled from behind.
“You asked for it.” Cameron’s hand pressed against the middle of her back, keeping her upper half on the bed but allowing her legs to dangle over the side. He brought his hand down on her ass.
Heat flared in her ass. A little bit of pain blended into pleasure. He raised his palm and repeated the action. He wasn’t hitting her hard, and he didn’t hit in the same place twice, moving around her backside to heat her flesh. Each strike sent her closer to climax, higher and higher. Her clit throbbed, her nipples pulsed, and her pussy clenched. The strikes stopped, and his palm caressed her hot skin.
“More. Please, Sir.” At least she remembered to call him Sir.
“Not tonight.” His hands lifted her at the waist and slid her fully onto the mattress.
Kristen turned her head. His cock was fully erect and weeping. She reached out and spread his wetness around his red-looking cock head before bringing her finger to her mouth. Salty, but all Cameron.
“Witch.” He placed a knee on the bed.
She turned onto her back and slid farther up the mattress.
“Oh, no.” He captured her ankles and pulled her back. “My turn.”
Before she could ask him what he meant, he hefted her legs onto his shoulders.
“Cameron.”
His mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking it. Oh Lord. Wetness seeped from her pussy as he licked and sucked. He tormented her with each pass until she was writhing on the bed.
His head rose. “You taste so sweet.” Then he dove back into his work.
Her body was on fire under the sweet torment of his tongue and lips. Her stomach tightened; she was close, so very close. Her fingers curled into her palms. It wasn’t going to take much more before she climaxed.
Before she could take another breath, Cameron plunged two fingers into her core. She cried out as she clenched around the digits. Her mouth dropped open as hot flames of pleasure shot through her pussy, to her clit, and back. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while tormenting her clit, drawing her climax out.
When her climax finally subsided to mild tremors, Cameron lifted his head and smiled at her. “Sweet as cotton candy.” He lifted her legs from his shoulders and settled them around his hips.
“I…” She had no words. She’d never come that hard. Even when they had played together, her arousal had been there, but it had never ended a climax like this one.
“There’s more.”
She blinked. “More, Sir?” she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts. Cameron paused there, taking one nipple in his mouth and playing with it until it was so hard she thought it would burst. Then he proceeded to do the same thing with the other one.
Tingles flowed over her skin. A sense of satisfaction mingled with anticipation. When would he let her taste him? Her mouth watered at the idea of taking his hard cock into her mouth and bringing him to climax.
Her neck arched as he nibbled her skin along her jaw, his mouth creating shivers of delight to play over her body. Her legs tightened around his waist.
“Soon,” he whispered against her skin. His lips covered hers, and their tongues tangled. A tangy flavor hit her senses, and she pulled back in surprise at tasting herself on his lips.
Cameron rested his forehead against hers. “So sweet, so spicy. So you.” His lips found hers again.
Kristen’s arms slid around his back, nails tracing his skin lightly. She was so ready for him. Her hips wiggled. It was a good thing they’d discussed birth control in the beginning, because she couldn’t wait until his hard dick was driving into her.
He shifted his lower body, keeping her legs around his waist as his cock brushed her entrance. She lifted her hips.
His mouth left hers. “No moving.”
“What?” He had to be kidding.
“My rules. Stay still, or I will punish you.” He pushed farther inside her pulsing pussy.
She let out a groan and forced her hips to remain still. “You’re going to kill me, Sir.”
“Never.” His lips covered hers again as he thrust hard.
Her muscles clenched then released as he lunged inside her pussy. Pure heaven. His cock was so hard, making her pussy spasm with desire and need. Her eyes closed, and she tore her mouth from his, puffing out a breath, fighting the urge to move. “So big, Sir.”
“Perfect for you.” His voice was strained.
He drew back and thrust forward. Her pussy tightened around him, trying to pull him in deeper. “More, Sir,” she whispered.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he shifted within her. “Your skin flushed, your body quivering with need, your pussy clamping down on my dick.”
His words took her need higher. “You’re so hard, Sir.”
“For you. Only for you.”
He plunged into her, and she let out a moan as he ground against her clit. Kristen tried to catch her breath. Damn, she wanted to move, but she’d make him proud of her. “So full.”
Without a condom, every inch of his cock rubbed the delicate interior of her pussy. Sweet, delicious pleasure pulsed from her core, to her stomach, traveling to her nipples, making them throb with need. Her clit throbbed and shivers of pleasure across her skin. She couldn’t catch her breath as her pussy muscle clenched around his shaft, wanting more.
“Are you ready?”
She opened her eyes and gazed into his deep blue ones. “For what, Sir?”
“This.”
He glided out of her pussy and then dove back into her—hard. Her mouth dropped open, and her neck arched as he did it again. Each time, he thrust harder and faster. Her fingers dug into his back as he pistoned in and out of her. Her muscles tightened around his cock, not wanting to let it slide away.
“I love how you grasp my dick, making me want to fuck you even harder.”
His words inflamed her already overheated senses. “I…”
Her body shook as her climax unexpectedly took over. She arched her neck holding back her cries of pleasure, while fighting to maintain control. Oh, who was she kidding? She had no control with him.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Show me your pleasure.”
“Cameron,” she cried as he rotated his hips, putting pressure against her clit. Tremors began building again as he continued to take her higher and higher.
“Come again, sweetheart.” His hot breath brushed against her ear.
She shook her head. Wasn’t two enough? But it seemed like her body had other ideas, as did Cameron.
The harder he plunged, the more her core tightened, until…her nails dug into his back, and she screamed out her orgasm.
“So fucking beautiful.”
His words barely penetrated the intense pleasure coursing through her body, shaking her to the core.
“My turn.” The words were spoken against her mouth as his lips captured hers. With a hard push, he stilled. His cock pulsed inside her pussy, wringing another mini-orgasm from her.
He released her mouth, and their heavy breathing filled the room. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy clenched around his cock as if it wanted more.
Somehow, Cameron managed to keep his full weight off of her. She ran her palms over his sweaty back, enjoying the idea that she could do this to him.
When he started to pull back, she tightened her arms around him. “No, Sir” she whispered.
“
I don’t want to crush you.” He shifted, and her legs fell from around his hips. He rolled them onto their sides, keeping her snuggled in his arms.
“So good. Don’t want it to end,” she murmured, her lashes falling. She didn’t want to move. She was so sated, so satisfied. She’d think about going home later. “Sir.”
Chapter Sixteen
Skye yawned as she walked into the café’s kitchen the next morning at seven thirty.
“Late night?” Kristen asked, pushing a tray of muffins into the oven and stifling her own yawn.
She’d woken in Cameron’s arms around one in the morning before he curled his big body around hers, telling her to go back to sleep. He’d have her home by five thirty. And he had, dropping her off with a grin, telling her he was going home to prep their scene today, but he refused to tell her where the scene would take place. The thought of a scene sent her world spinning out of control.
“Probably as late as yours was.” Skye put her purse away and slipped on her apron.
“Maybe.” She followed Skye out into the café. “Coffee is ready. No big orders today. Ordered cakes are in the fridge and marked. Everything for this morning is made or can easily be put in the oven.” She’d managed to get everything ready in record time.
“I’ve got it covered, boss. Why don’t you go get ready for your day with Cameron?”
“It’s only…” She looked up at the clock—eight. How had that happened? It was time to open up.
A knock sounded on the glass door, and Kristen looked up to see the man himself standing there. Skye let him in and turned the “open” sign on.
“Do I need to talk to McCray?” Cameron asked, tilting his sister’s face up so he could look into her eyes.
“I don’t need the big brother routine; it was just a friendly date,” Skye retorted.
“How friendly?”
Kristen burst out laughing, and the pair turned toward her.
“Probably no more friendly than our date last night.” Heat filled her when she realized what she’d said out loud. Thank goodness, it was just the three of them.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sauntered over to Kristen with a bag in his hand. “Are you ready for our day?”
