“Just wait.” His words, rough and tender, landed like little darts of passion against her lips. “You’ll get more.”
Dazed, she closed her eyes and moved with him, helping him establish a languid rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, guiding. Her hands clutched his shoulders, urging.
Through layers of denim and cotton, his solid length nestled against her—molten, abrasive, and so utterly seductive. Delightful and wicked. Heedless, she leaned in, nuzzling the pulsing hollow beneath his ear, working frantically to containthe heat pulsing through her core. His hair, the ends slightly damp, brushed her brow, her cheek. She inhaled against the silken strands, his tangy scent flowing through her.
She nipped his jaw, licked to soothe, and he laughed, pulling her closer. It felt so natural when his hand slid lower, cupping her breast, his thumb angling to tease her nipple. Tongue, hips, fingers—driving her wild, working in a consolidated rhythm designed to unravel her, to send her over the edge.
And just as she felt the wondrous, irresistible rise of an orgasm, he released her.
chapter
ten
Zombie–The Cranberries
CAMPBELL
“Too fast, Hellcat.”He dropped his brow to hers, huffing a fast breath against her face. “Me, not you.”
She didn’t understand.
Tugging damp cotton from his chest, he wanted to admit he’d lost control, that it would definitely start off better next time. When he could think clearly. When he would be sure to do everything he knew women liked—the usual moves, none of which included being screwed on a cold kitchen counter.
This wildness, this animalisticgreed, wasn’t what he’d planned.
Because he hadn’t encountered anything close to it in his life.
Why wasshethe one to do this to him? Threadbare pants and floppy sweatshirts had never been a turn-on before. Bedraggled ponytails and scuffed sneakers. A tomboy.
“I haven’t even seen you naked yet,” he whispered.
Campbell cursed and ducked his head, heat creeping uphis neck.Goddamn blushes and a loose mouth.What the hell was the matter with him? “Fontana, I?—”
Her sweatshirt fluttered to the floor. Her serviceable, white bra. With a jiggle and a cheeky little shift, her ragged jeans and panties followed. She grinned—slow, knowing—like shegot it,like she understood exactly what she was doing to him. His heart kicked back to life, hard and heavy. Tearing his gaze from the pile of clothing, he worked his way up, dusting every inch of her.
Oh, he was fucking done.
She was every man’s dream.
She was certainlyhis.
Her skin glowed, kissed with a rosy, dewy flush. Long legs, a lean torso sculpted with muscle, her physical work had done wonders, and he meantwonders, for her figure. When his gaze reached her breasts, he exhaled sharply, surprise stealing through him. Round and high, they were beautiful. Not large, not small…just perfect.
But her nipples,fuck, they nearly knocked him off his feet. Pressing his knees into the cabinets, he sucked in a breath. They were the exact color of a blazing sunset he’d captured on film last year off the coast of Thailand.
And peaked more than any he’d ever seen.
Dazzled, he circled one and palmed the other, watched them tighten and distend even further. Sliding into her warm embrace, he said with the reverence of a prayer, “You are stunning.”
“I hate them,” she whispered against his shoulder.
“You hatethese?” Cupping her breasts, he brushed his knuckles over the hardened tips, disbelieving.
Embarrassed, she lowered her head, stray strands of hair curling at her temple. “I have to wear thicker bras to keep them from poking through everything.” A shiver rippled through her at his continued attention. “I think they’re ugly.”
Campbell released an astonished half-laugh. She wasinsane.
He’d show her how gorgeous she was—or die trying.
