Page 6 of His to Seduce
Chapter 3
Camden
Before I could talk myself out of it, before I could question what in the hell I was doing with David, I listened to him.
My lips slid across his and I was immediately enveloped in his scent and taste. He tasted almost as good as he smelled, a mixture of cologne and body wash and salty sea air. I wanted to bottle it, have it forever, even if it was unnecessary. My night with David would be permanently ingrained in my memory bank.
I slid my hands into the breadth of space between our bodies and up his chest, feeling the ridges of his stomach, the curve of his chest, the firmness of the muscles at his shoulders. In the darkened closet earlier, I’d wanted to see every inch of him. Now, I could have all of him and do all the things I was too scared to do back in Michigan, where responsible and safe and sane were my middle names.
In Jamaica, I could turn reckless and wild, free to be whoever I wanted for the short vacation before I returned to bills and plans and lists. I pressed my lips more firmly against David’s, my tongue licking the seams of his lips until he opened for me. As he drew me in, that became my new plan.
I could do this. Forty-eight hours of fun with a man.
“David,” I whispered, against his lips. “Your room.”
I was breathless and unashamed. He laughed softly, lifting me at the same time. “Your wish is my command.”
“That sounds like it could be fun,” I said, swallowing my laughter. Twenty-four hours in the Caribbean and I was being silly.
How different would I be in another two days?
He carried me to his room and my legs tightened around his hips as he moved, pausing only to close and lock doors.
It warmed me, somewhere deep down, that he’d be thinking of safety when I was in his arms, but I didn’t dare say anything.
We entered his room and he shut the door. He stepped farther inside, but I stopped him.
“Lights,” I whispered, looking at the switch and feeling my cheeks heat. “I’d like them on.”
I’d imagined him naked for months. I’d had glimpses before. Long, drool-worthy glimpses, like on the day I stopped by to see Trina. Declan and David had just finished working out in Declan’s basement gym. I’d watched one drop of sweat, and then another, and then a third, roll down David’s molded chest into the sandy-blond trail of hair along his waistband before dipping below.
I’d been speechless, and I’d felt his eyes on me. He’d put his hands on his hips and allowed me to look my fill. I’d felt my body grow so hot I must have been a deep violet color from the tips of my ears to my chest.
I hadn’t been able to look at him for a week afterward.
Now I could stare all I wanted. I didn’t want the first time I saw him in all his magnificence hindered by the shadows of the moonlight and outdoor floodlights.
His hands tightened around my lower back before he stepped back and flicked on the switch.
When the light illuminated his room, my breath lodged in my throat as I took in the expression on his face. His lips parted as if in surprise at my request, but he hid it behind lust in the blink of an eye.
“Have to say,” he said, and started moving toward the bed, “you’re full of surprises.”
My lips twitched as I fought against embarrassment. Boldness wasn’t me. It was David that made me feel unknown and inexpressible things.
I shook my head and pressed my forehead to his shoulder as his knees hit the bed. I wanted to hide the heat flaring white-hot on my pale skin, hide in the crook of his neck, where I could smell him and feel him but not have him seeme.
“Hey.” He pushed a knee onto his bed and crawled forward, lowering us while I clung to him, my limbs holding on tight like they were suctioned there. He pressed one hand to the mattress and gently lowered me to the bed. “I like this,” he whispered, “and I’ve already told you that. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to trail this blush on your skin and see where it goes when it disappears beneath your clothing?”
I laughed awkwardly. Not that I’d ever examined myself in the mirror for that, but with the way he touched me, the way he talked to me, I felt the heat spreading everywhere, straight to the apex of my thighs.
“It’s not attractive,” I whispered, admitting my own vulnerability before I could stop it. There was nothing beautiful about splotchy, pale skin, or the abhorrent scar on my thigh he’d brushed against earlier. It was impossible to avoid that scar, and usually it didn’t bother me. But earlier, when David’s thumb had brushed against the raised and rigid flesh, old but forever visible, he’d frozen on it, opened his eyes like he’d wanted to ask me what it was from. I’d kissed him before he could.
Suzanne and my mom were the only ones who knew. The only ones who wouldeverknow.
David’s eyes narrowed. He made me feel like he could truly seeinsideme. And I was the one who’d requested the lights on. Stupid. He already watched me too closely.
But you want this. And him. And you like it.
