Too Wilde to Tame

by Janelle Denison

  She couldn't deny that the thought thrilled her, because it gave her the opportunity to tempt and tease Cameron in the process. And that was something she always enjoyed. As far as she was concerned, it would be a night of mutual gratification.

  Slowly, she rounded the bed to where Cameron was sitting and leaned her backside against the mattress behind her. Tipping her head to the side, she let her gaze drift up from his thighs, along the bulge in his jeans, and all the way up to his face. The man was so gorgeously male, so devastatingly sexual, he literally took her breath away.

  She licked her lips. "So… you want me to masturbate in front of you?"

  "Yeah, I do," he replied huskily and without an ounce of shame. "Watching you pleasure yourself will show me how and where you liked to be touched, what turns you on, and what it takes to make you come." The smile that curved his mouth brimmed with sinful promise. "And then, when you're good and ready, I'm gonna make you do just that."

  A smoldering heat surged through her and settled low. Lord, the man had a way with words!

  "Mmmm, nice fantasy." She propped her booted foot on the chair, right between his wide-spread legs. Brazenly, she pressed the toe against the fly of his jeans. "Will you help me take my boots off first? They're tight, and it takes a few good tugs to pull them off."

  He sat up and stroked his fingers along the four-inch spiked heel. "Ahhh, talk about fantasies."

  She raised a brow in surprise. "What? My boots do it for you?"

  "In a major way," he admitted as his hand skimmed up her leather-clad calf, almost reverently. "All this soft, supple leather, the snug way it molds to your shapely legs, and then there's these sexy, lace-up ties that put all kinds of wicked thoughts in my head."

  He lifted his gaze back to hers, and the lust radiating from him was almost tangible. "If I didn't have other plans for you tonight, I'd insist you keep these boots on."

  The vivid images that leapt into her head were downright erotic… and exciting enough to make her want to fulfill that fantasy of his someday. "I'll have to remember that."

  He helped her remove her boots, first unlacing them, then caressing her exposed skin as he gradually bared her leg. One good tug had them slipping off her foot, which he massaged before giving her other foot the same treatment.

  What should have been a simple and quick task, he turned into a sensual, luxurious undertaking that relaxed her entire body. Once he was done, he reclined back in his chair. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew the next part of the show was all hers, and she intended to give him a performance he'd remember long after their affair was over.

  But first, she needed a little eye candy of her own. "Will you take your shirt off for me, so I have something to fantasize about, too?" To her, there was something so incredibly sexy about a shirtless man. Especially this shirtless man, with his athletically honed body, a nice, muscular chest, washboard abs, and firm biceps.

  Giving into her request, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. "The floor's all yours, sweetheart," he murmured.

  She could have stripped naked right in front of Cameron, but she didn't want to give him everything all at once. Rather, she decided to stick to the 'less was more' theory and build the awareness and anticipation between them with teasing, provocative glimpses that would have him panting for more.

  So she undipped her gold chain belt and set it on her dresser. Her halter-style dress didn't allow room for a bra, and with her back facing Cameron, she unfastened the neckline and let the outfit drop to the floor, leaving her wearing a skimpy beige G-string that was feminine and lacy in the front and nearly nonexistent in the back. She shimmied that off, too, and grinned to herself when she heard him groan low and deep in his throat.

  A shiver of response rippled through her. The last time they were together she'd ended up only half-dressed. She knew he was waiting for her to turn around so he could look his fill of her completely nude for the first time, but she didn't give him that opportunity. At least not yet.

  He'd told her to get ready like usual, as if he wasn't watching her every move. With that in mind, she walked to her adjoining bathroom, put up her hair, and turned on the shower, all part of her nightly routine. When the water was hot and steamy, she stepped inside-making sure Cameron saw nothing more than her naked backside.

  But this was where things turned fun and oh-so-naughty. The shower door was lightly frosted, and she took full advantage of the fact that just the silhouette of her body was visible. Turning so he could see her side profile, she soaped up her hands and ran them over her body, taking great care to be sure her breasts, belly, and thighs received a fair amount of attention… and fondling. And then she added a few moans and sighs for good measure.

  When she'd spent a sufficient amount of time arousing her body for the next phase of the seduction, she turned off the shower and grabbed a towel off the nearby rack. After quickly drying off, she wrapped the towel around her body and finally stepped from the stall, then into her bedroom again.

  She glanced in Cameron's direction as she made her way to her dresser and noticed he'd taken off his shoes, socks, and jeans. All he had left on were a pair of white briefs, and there was no mistaking the impressive outline of his thick erection beneath the stretched cotton. It appeared that he wasn't going to give everything up all at once, either, and that just gave her something to look forward to later.

  Once again facing away from Cameron, she dropped her towel and opened her lingerie drawer. She pulled out a short, sexy nightgown she'd recently bought, which was made of pink floral lace with a deep V neckline. The sides were held together by small satin bows, and between the flowery print the material was sheer, allowing beguiling glimpses of her skin to peek through. The babydoll nightie was a perfect blend of innocence and temptress, and she slipped it over her head and tugged it into place.

  She reached for the matching pair of panties, but before she could step into them, Cameron spoke.

  "Leave them off," he ordered in a raspy voice.

  Startled by his abrupt command, she glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him. "You're not supposed to be here, remember?"

  His eyes smoldered with an intense heat and the desire she'd spent the last half hour inflaming. "Humor me. How can I see the way you touch yourself if you're wearing panties?"

  Conceding his point, she left the underwear in the drawer. She pushed the pillows on her bed up against the headboard and then made herself comfortable in the middle of the soft mattress. The hem of her nightie hit her mid-thigh, and she bent her knee at an angle so he couldn't see the most intimate part of her just yet.

  Closing her eyes, she inhaled a deep, relaxing breath. Normally, if she was alone, she'd get right down to business, with her ultimate goal her own sexual gratification. But with Cameron as her audience of one, there was no reason to rush the process. She wanted to enjoy the moment, make it last, and push him to the edge of restraint.

  She slipped the thin strap of her gown off one shoulder, then the other, and slowly bared both of her breasts to the cool night air… and Cameron's gaze. From the foot of the bed, she heard him suck in a sharp breath, and the heady sound emboldened her, made her turn shameless and uninhibited and wanton… all for his viewing pleasure.

  Her breasts felt tight and achy, and she cupped them in her hands, gently squeezing and kneading the firm, soft flesh before brushing her thumbs across her hard nipples. She thought of Cameron watching her and imagined it was his hands on her body, not her own. She envisioned his warm, damp lips on her breasts, his tongue rasping across the tips, and the wet heat of him sucking her deep inside his mouth.

  Her breathing deepened as she slid her palms down her belly, the scrap of lace against her skin building sensation upon sensation. She dipped her hand between her thighs and slid a finger over her slick, wet heat. With a soft, breathy moan, she let her legs finally fall open and slowly, rhythmically stroked the knot of nerves that grew more and more sensitive with each pass
ing caress.

  She was so lost in her own private pleasure that she forgot all about Cameron until she felt the mattress dip beneath her. Her lashes fluttered open to find him kneeling between her thighs and his hands skimming her top upward.

  "Lift your arms for me," he rasped impatiently. "I want this off."

  She did as he asked, and within seconds, the babydoll nightie was gone and she was completely naked. As he was, she noticed, eyeing the upward thrust of his shaft against his belly. Unable to help herself, she automatically reached out to touch him, but he caught her hand before she could wrap her fingers around that hard, masculine flesh.

  He shook his head, causing strands of his dark blond hair to fall across his forehead, giving him a bit of a rebel appearance. "This is my fantasy, remember?"

  And with that statement, he gradually consumed her stark-naked body with his gaze, from the glistening folds between her thighs, up along her belly, and over her quivering breasts. When he finally reached her face, his eyes seemed lit from within with a hunger so urgent and explicit it shocked her. And thrilled her, too.

  He released her hand, placed his palms on either side of her face, and lowered his lips to the side of her neck, near her ear. "No matter what I do to you, keep touching yourself," he said as he nipped at her lobe. "But don't let yourself come just yet."

  He'd braced himself above her in a way so only his mouth was touching her skin, along with the occasional brush of his hair and the rasp of the stubble on his jaw. It was the most erotic sensation, knowing just how close the heat of his body was, yet only feeling the warmth of his breath and the damp softness of his lips as they nuzzled her throat.

  Lord, how did he expect her to keep caressing herself intimately and deal with the drugging magic of having his mouth on her, yet not succumb to the climax that was inevitable from so much sensual stimulation?

  "You're a masochist," she complained with a pout.

  "No, just selfish." He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes, and she found herself mesmerized by the determination in his gaze. "I want to be the one to give you that orgasm, not out of macho male pride, but because I want to experience your first time with you."

  Her heart squeezed tight in her chest, a distinct warning that she was so dangerously close to falling for Cameron in ways she'd never allowed herself to give to a man. He claimed he was being selfish, but what he wanted to do to her, and for her, was so incredibly generous. And if there was a first time, she wanted it to be with Cameron, too.

  "I'm all yours," she said and realized too late just how much meaning those words held for her.

  But then his mouth dipped down again, scattering her thoughts into the night as he once again trailed his lips along her throat and down to her breasts, where he lavished the plump curves with slow, damp kisses that had a clutch of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

  The words he'd spoken to her a few nights ago came back to her now, adding to the erotic sensations ricocheting through her. I'd give more attention to these lovely mounds of flesh and take each one into my mouth so I can finally know how you taste. I'd suck on your nipples for a good long time before moving on…

  Cameron made good on his promise, using the wet, swirling warmth of his tongue along her breasts, the arousing scrape of his teeth, and finally the deepening suction of his mouth on the beaded tips. She gasped and arched upward as a bolt of white-hot pleasure shot from her breasts to the growing ache between her legs, where the pressure and friction of her fingers threatened to send her spiraling over the edge. She eased back before her climax hit, and she couldn't stop the whimper of need that escaped her throat.

  When I finally had my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel…

  And that's exactly what he did. His lips skimmed along her rib cage, and the hot slide of his tongue lapped across her trembling stomach, then delved into her belly button in a wicked, erotic kind of French kiss. She moaned, long and low, and her free hand gripped the covers at her side in a tight fist. It was all she could do to keep herself from coming apart right then and there.

  "Cameron," she whispered hoarsely, desperately. "Please."

  And then, when you were writhing beneath me and begging for more, I'd go down on you and use my tongue to make you come, no matter how long it took…

  He shifted between her spread legs and moved lower, settling in so his broad shoulders kept her knees firmly apart. Her body jerked as his mouth touched down on the inside of her thigh. His lips were soft, his breath damp and hot as he slowly, leisurely kissed and licked his way upward until he reached the very core of her.

  By then, she was nearly sobbing with need, and still, somehow, someway, she managed to hold back. He tested her restraint even further when he used his tongue to follow the stroke of her fingers along her weeping sex, learning from her own touch and caresses exactly what she liked and what gave her the greatest enjoyment.

  He was a quick study, and it didn't take him long to master her rhythm and discover her most intimate secrets. When he was seemingly confident of his ability to take over, he urged her legs up and slipped his arms beneath her raised thighs. He pulled her hand away and laced his fingers with hers at the side of her hips, holding her captive and forcing her to give herself completely over to him.

  It was an incredibly easy thing to do, because she trusted him with her body. Maybe even more.

  Then that frightening thought fled as the heat of his mouth covered her and his tongue took over where her fingers had left off. Slipping. Sliding. Swirling in and around her soft, swollen flesh before suckling on her clit in the most breath-stealing way. He finessed her body with such utter attention to her pleasure, worshipping her as if she belonged only to him, that she nearly passed out from the glut of sensation he lavished upon her.

  He'd told her he'd spend hours if that's what it took to make her come, but within a matter of minutes, she was unraveling from the inside out. She started to pant and then her breath caught on a sob as her climax exploded and she was consumed by a overwhelming rush of pulsing heat. The force and intensity of her release tumbled her into the longest, most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

  And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you…

  The shudders within her seemed to go on and on, and before the last of the tremors subsided, Cameron was moving up and over her. He covered her body with his own, all hard, lean muscles and barely suppressed hunger. In one long, smooth thrust, he slid into her, and she lifted her knees high against his waist to give him the deepest access possible. Once he was buried to the hilt, he closed his eyes and groaned as her inner muscles clasped him tight.

  She knew he had to be aching for his own release, yet he went still, as if relishing the moment, the warmth and softness of being inside her, and the aftermath of the internal contractions still buffeting her body.

  I'd make it last so I can savor everything about how you feet, inside and out, and finally, how exquisitely your body feels gripping my cock as I come…

  As if he'd had a direct link to her thoughts, his lashes drifted back open and his darkened gaze locked with hers. He began to move, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging deeply. Again and again. Long, slow, agonizing strokes designed to make the pleasure last-for her, or himself, she didn't know, but it felt wonderful just the same.

  He lowered his head and kissed her, the soft, sensual glide of his tongue matching the rhythm of his lazy thrusts. Eventually, the heat and friction and fire caught up to him, finally shattering his control.

  She felt the change in him as his pace quickened, his breathing grew ragged, and he pumped harder, faster, toward his own completion. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his damp back, arched high and hard into his thrusts, and felt him stiffen as his climax peaked. He dragged his lips from hers, surged into her a final time, and on a ragged, primitive growl, he spilled himself into her.

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sp; Breathing hard, he buried his face against her throat, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, giving him the time he needed to recover. A few minutes passed before he finally lifted his head from the curve of her neck. In the dim light, his features were shadowed, but there was no mistaking the satisfied gleam in his eyes as he stared down at her.

  And in that moment, she felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable, because she knew he'd touched her in a way no man ever had-physically and emotionally.

  "You look quite sated," he murmured as a matching smile curved up the corners of his mouth. "If I don't say so myself."

  He was such a typical male, exulting over the fact that he'd just given her a spectacular, unforgettable orgasm. "Quit looking so smug," she said, though it took effort to hold back a grin of her own because he looked so damn adorable. And so incredibly sexy.

  "Hey, I have every right to revel in this moment."

  Yes, he really did, not that she was going to admit as much out loud and give him more of a reason to gloat over his sexual expertise. Nor was she ready to deal with the strong, overwhelming feelings directly linked to the orgasm he'd just given her.

  Her emotional defenses automatically kicked in, and she instead turned the moment into a light-hearted one by issuing him a playful challenge. "However… I do have my doubts that you'll be able to do it again."

  Holding her gaze, he slid a hand between their still joined bodies, across her belly, and down to her mound. His thumb pressed against her still-sensitive flesh, and she was shocked to feel her body come alive again. He stroked slowly, wringing a soft gasp from her, his talented touch proving he'd learned her body's responses and needs very well.

  He arched a dark blond brow as a shameless liquid heat coated his fingers. Amusement and renewed desire mingled in his smoky green eyes. "Is that a dare?" he asked.

  She felt him harden inside her again, felt her own body clutch his shaft, and knew she'd greedily take whatever pleasure this man was willing to give her. Memories to store away when their time together was over.