Page 84 of His to Seduce
Chapter 28
Camden
Sunlight pouring in through a window and a warm body pressed beneath me reminded me exactly where I was when I woke up. Not that I could ever forget the night before. After David had taken me rough and fast, we’d cleaned up and climbed back into his bed where he’d put on a movie, snuggling me up to his side. We were twenty minutes into a playful comedy before I shifted my legs, slid one of my thighs over his, and grew restless.
I couldn’t help myself around him. I didn’twantto help myself around David. He was proving himself to be everything I’d ever wanted in a man. His preppy pretty-boy looks attracted me to him. His character, the way he cared for his friends and his family and even the patients that he’d lost, sold me on the kind of guy he was. Rough and strong and intelligent, but also compassionate and full of heart and loyalty.
With David by my side, I would never have anything to fear again.
Opening my eyes, I saw his beautiful chest beneath my cheek. Sparse, coarse hair sprinkled over his chest and down the center of his abs to where it disappeared at his waist, hidden by the sheets pulled up to his navel. I trailed my fingertips over every edge of his chest and stomach, reveling in the way his abs tightened as I freely explored his body.
He flinched when I ran a finger over his side.
A quick laugh burst from his lips, and I lifted my head to see David smiling at me, sleepy and amused.
“Are you ticklish?” I asked, dragging my finger over his side again.
“Yes.” His abs tightened as he laughed the word. “Only there, though. You found my sweet spot.”
I could think of more sweet spots he had, other areas I wanted to get my hands and my lips around.
“Good morning,” I whispered, moving my hand away from his side so I didn’t tickle him again.
His hand slid up my back and cupped the back of my head. He pulled me toward him and brushed his lips against mine. I barely had time to open my mouth before his tongue slid inside. Morning breath be damned, he always tasted masculine, and even the morning scent of him turned me on.
I pulled back, my body already warming from a simple taste of him.
“I want to play with you,” I said.
He smirked. “Then by all means, go for it. My body is your playground.”
I chuckled, fighting down the apprehension and forcing myself to be confident, to be sexy, to be uninhibited
Before I could second-guess myself, before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the sheets off his waist and climbed on top of him, straddling him at the hips, and felt his already hardened cock press against my backside.
My eyes rolled, pleasure sparking in ways that continued to surprise me.
With my hands on his chest, I leaned down, my hair falling in thick waves, blanketing us in so all we saw was each other. “I want to taste you, like you did to me. Everywhere.”
His hand came up and threaded through my hair, making me shiver.
“I’m not stopping you, Cam. Every part of me is yours.”
It was a declaration, one he’d started making last night. I also knew it was true. He was giving me everything and, God, I wanted to return that. I would. Soon. I made a silent promise to force myself to do it, to step out of the fear that always kept me boxed in and do it.
After I pleased him like he did me.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, inhaling another taste of him and his scent before I slid down his body. My hands led the way, dancing over his skin in soft brushes. My lips followed until I was at his hips, my hand around his cock and my mouth at his tip.
I took him into my mouth and slid my tongue around his tip.
He pushed himself farther into my mouth as his hands pushed back my hair.
I pleasured him, sucked him and tasted him. Keeping my eyes on him, every move he made, every groan that fell from his lips, spurred me on.
His glazed eyes never left mine even as his lips parted and his breath quickened.
“Fuck, Cam. That’s so good.”
