So, they were going for broke.
“I found a part of myself I’d lost,” Fontana whispered, relief sneaking in before regret. Telling the truth felt wonderful. Telling someone. Tellinghim. “And you helped me find it. That night. Even with our disagreements, even if I’m scared about the future with the changes you’re driving, I’m so thankful.”
“There’ll be others,” he flipped right back, the words torn from him as if he were in pain.
“What if there aren’t?”What if I don’t want there to be?“Those clinging T-shirts, jeans hanging off your hips. That stupid toothpick. I can barely think straight, I’m so attracted to you. You’re in the room and poof”—she snapped her fingers—“my mind goes blank while my body catches fire. Talk about self-induced torture.”
He looked down at himself, mystified.
“Oh, Atlanta, my body really likes yours.”
A burst of laughter shot from him. “Tana?—”
“Yours seems to like mine.”
“Yeah.A lot.”
“Maybe this could just be for tonight, since I’m stuck out here because of the storm.” She toyed with the hem of her T-shirt, glancing up through her lashes. “Gotta find something to do.”
His jaw tensed, raw emotion flickering in his eyes. A charged silence stretched between them before he whispered, “Liar. And I know it, because I’ve been doing nothing but lying to myself.”
Before she could argue, he was there, his hands framingher face as he murmured raggedly against her lips, “You’re making me break the Boy Scout code.”
Then he kissed her—hard. A kiss meant to punish, to bruise them both.
She knotted trembling fingers in his sweatshirt and yanked him off-balance, their desperate pursuit ending with his hips flush against hers. His hard cock, scorching proof of his arousal, melting her hesitation.
He moaned, his lips trailing the curve of her neck, sucking her skin between his teeth. Bite, soothe, repeat. Until one slight lean had his mouth closing over her nipple through worn cotton, his tongue circling the hard peak.
He remembered exactly what she liked.
Her skin flushed, every inch of her igniting. “Off,” she murmured, tugging his sweatshirt over his head as he dragged her T-shirt over hers. They tangled in a battle to get closer.
He smelled of chemicals and rainfall, a scent she pulled deep into her soul. His fingertips cradled her jaw as he captured her lips, sliding a hand beneath her thighs to lift her. They knocked into the table as he pushed her against it, her legs circling his waist as they ground together.
It was playful, forceful, desperate hunger.
“Take me,” she whispered hoarsely, dazed and impatient. “Take menow.”
“It wasn’t just in my mind. This…you.” He paused, as if the word were a bite of chocolate he wanted to savor. Then he pulled back, a whisper of air slipping between them. His lids lowered, awe and distress chasing across his face.
No, no, no, she thought.No retreat.
Fontana curled her hand around the nape of his neck, smoothing her thumb over the erratic pulse tapping at his vein. Tilting her head, she brushed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, light, as if coaxing a skittish deer in her garden.
His brow pressed to hers, his lungs churning. She couldalmost hear his mind spinning—formulating a way out, denying what was between them.
Always running, this man.
“You remember what we were doing this time last night?” she whispered, slipping her finger through a belt loop on his jeans. “How I touched myself.”
“Strategic move, Hellcat.” His breath was warm against her skin, rough words edged with tenderness. Detached, yet he held her as if she were precious. As if letting go weren’t an option. She was flush against him, their bodies tangled so completely it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began. “How could I forget the most stimulating experience of my life? Who knew a phone call could be so devastating?”
Teasing him, she tightened her legs around his waist and gave a deliberate, playful wiggle.
“So that’s the game, is it?” Grasping her ass, he rubbed her pussy over his cock with a slow, grinding roll of his hips.
The first spark—a jolt of pure pleasure—shuddered through her, pooling between her thighs. Her head tipped back, her spine bowing. “Cam, oh…I want tofeel.”
