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I shudder. Lord, help me. I must force myself to open the door. I want to make love to her outside under the stars. To watch her face light up with moonbeams washing down on us. To smell the earth as I enter her welcoming body.
We should go camping. I roll my eyes and chuckle. When did the city slicker turn into a country lover?
She angles her head to study me. “What?”
“Never mind. I thought of something funny.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Layla
After Kameron lays me on the bed, I watch him remove his clothes. The room’s dark, but a sliver of light from the moon illuminates his broad chest, tight abs, and killer thighs.
Damn. This is all mine. Who would have thought little Miss Perfect would end up with a brooding cocky man like Kameron?
“Come here.” He uses his index finger to encourage me forward.
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I climb onto my hands and knees and crawl over the mattress to him. The padding doesn’t move under my weight.
“Sexy,” he growls deep in his throat, causing my nipples to tighten. He grabs my upper arms and raises me upward. From there, he clutches the hem of my skirt. “Too many clothes.”
As the fabric exposes inch after inch of my flesh, his eyes grow bigger. “No panties?”
“Nope.”
His hands still as the fabric bunches around my waist. “If I’d have known that I would have leaned you over the tailgate of my pickup and sunk into that sweet pussy of yours.”
I quiver. “I’ll take a raincheck until tomorrow night.” I toss my clothes in all directions.
“Deal.”
“You’re going too slow. I’m going to die of old age before you even have your tongue in all the right places.”
“Where’re the right places?” He stares at my chest as his hands caress my waist.
“For starters.” I point to my chest. “My nipples are hard and aching for you to suck on.”
“We can’t have that.” He leans down and clamps his lips over the tight nub of one and massages the other.”
“God, yes,” I moan, and my head falls back. The second he touches me; I turn into a puddle of lust. It’s crazy.
His tongue repeatedly flicks over the nipple, and I grab his hips to keep from falling on him and knocking him to the ground.
His mouth feels like heaven working over my tight skin. Each movement causes a lustful pant to fall from my lips. When his thumb and index finger pinch and tug on my other nipple, my pussy floods with wetness, and I press my thighs together.
Not enough. I need more. I pull back and slide my hands over his washboard abs and down inside his boxers. My fingers brush his hard cock, and excitement sings through my veins.
I clasp his hardness and jerk it up and down, causing him to bite down on my nipple and thrust his hips in coordination with my efforts.
His mouth pops off my tit. “Your hand feels so good stroking my dick.”
“You like this?” I coo as I work my thumb over the crown and swirl the moisture oozing out of his seam.
“Fuck, yes.” His hands ball into fists at my sides. It’s amazing that I make him lose control like this. I jerk down the fabric of his underwear and expose his jutting flesh. His dick bobs toward me in apparent anticipation, and thankfully, I aim to please.
I run my tongue over the hard ridges of his shaft and inhale deeply. I love the scent of musk and sex. An intoxicating feeling washes over me, and I engulf his hardness into my mouth. His erection jerks against my tongue as his stomach clenches. “Doll, I want to be inside you.”
Nope.I shake my head, but don’t let go. This time, I want to bring him to his knees. I don’t want to be the only one experiencing the overwhelming pleasure he brings me.