Page 82 of His to Seduce
I brushed my lips across hers, breathing in the scent of her and her inhale, the taste of her, and pulled back before the kiss deepened and I took her in the hallway where neighbors could see us.
I pulled her against my side with one arm wrapped around her lower back and unlocked the door, taking her mouth with mine as I shoved her inside.
“It’s a good thing you have me, then, isn’t it?”
She mumbled an incoherent response. Her body warm and melded to mine, I decided the night of a drink and movie could wait.
“You’ve seen the place, right? So there’s no need for a tour?”
She hummed. I took that as an answer.
This was the part of her I loved. The soft parts of her only I got to see. It had nothing to do with her curves or her flesh; it was her expression and the way she gave herself to me so easily, so readily, even when I’d almost broken that.
“Upstairs,” I murmured, sliding my lips to the crook of her neck. “It’s my favorite room anyway.”
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She stood in front of me, flushed with desire, fidgeting with nerves. Her eyes scanned the room and her lips parted as her chest rose and fell in tight, quickened breaths.
“You okay?” I pressed my fingers to her cheeks before sliding them back to her hair and down the length of it. I wanted her hair fisted in my hand when she was beneath me. Her entire body quivered as my fingers glided through the length of her hair, tugging it gently when I reached the ends.
Her eyes popped open. “I’m good.”
“You look nervous.”
She shook her head, a timid smile tilting her lips. “I’m not, but I want to make sure I always please you.”
Silly girl. She had no idea how much she already did.
My hand fell from her hair to her hip and I pulled her against me. Too many clothes separated us, something I’d rectify soon. But I wanted her pliant and excited, not nervous and intimidated.
I looked down at her, trying to let everything I felt for her, the fact that I was falling in love with her—had been falling in love with her for months, ever since I first saw her—shine in my eyes. I hoped like hell she saw it in the darkened bedroom.
She lifted her hand and pressed her palm to my cheek, urging me down to her. She let out a shuddering breath right before she rose to her toes and pressed her lips to mine.
I was done for. Gone. Lost in the sea of complication that was everything Camden with the taste of her trembling lips pressing against mine.
I took over, moved my other hand to her neck and held her against me, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her body tightened and shook, showing me her physical desire, and I could no longer wait to feel all of her again. Explore her body with a patience I hadn’t shown in Jamaica, but hoped I had now.
She’d wanted slow, and I’d promised I could give it to her.
Tonight would be hours of slowness, hours of me taking my time…bringing her over the edge over and over again.
I stepped back reluctantly, licking my lips to absorb every drop of her, and my hands went to the loosely tied belt at her waist. “Ready?”
“More than I ever thought possible.”
I laughed softly as I quickly undid the cotton belt and let it fall to the ground. My hands went to her abdomen, where a button had been hidden by the belt, and I undid it quickly. I stilled my hands, forced myself to not rush through any moment. The fabric of her dress was soft against my palms as I caressed her shoulders, but nothing could beat the softness of her skin when I began pushing the dress down her arms, reveling in every inch of her.
It fell to the ground, pooling like a pile of feathers at her feet.
Damn…“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, my voice husky and thick. “Everywhere. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Her hands went to my hips, her fingers sliding to the front of my jeans, but I stopped her. “We’ll get to me. You first.”
“I had that this morning.”
“And you’ll have it again.”Always,I thought. I tried to bite back the word out of fear of scaring her, but what the hell. I was all in and she needed to know that. “You’ll always come first with me, Camden.”
