“Oh, my God!” I burst into laughter the second my eyes land on them. “You weren’t joking.” I walk the length of his bookcase and examine hisvery hardandvery realrock collection.
“You’re impressed.” He leans against the wall, a cocky smirk in place. “I knew you would be.”
My gaze leaves his rocks to stare at the way his muscles strain against the fit of his T-shirt. “It’s not every day a guy shows you his geode.” I turn back to his collection so I don’t reach out and stroke his hard body. “It’s smaller than I thought it’d be.” My eyes widen as they land on another and I reach for the stone I’ve always admired. “Is this jade?”
He chuckles, crossing the space between us in a few long strides. “Fuck, keep talking about my rocks like that and I might fall in love.” He’s teasing, but his warning hits all too close to home.
I don’t do love. Ever.
I avert my gaze and dumbly set the jade back in place. “Don’t you dare.” My words come out huskier than I intend and effectively kill the lightheartedness of our banter.
“Jill.” He says my name rough, low, and full of need. There’s no question what he’s asking, even though he hasn’t posed a question. His strong body moves behind me, not close enough that we’re touching, but with a silent promise that his heat could set us both on fire. He only needs my permission to light the match.
I have no intention of getting burned. The smart thing would be to lay out the rules or go back to the party. Hell, I’ve spent the better part of the last hour arguing and pissed off at Cam, but with the rest of the world locked outside this room, I want to rebel. Give in to my most basic instincts. I want to feel. I want him. I want us.
I lift my chin, slowly glancing over my shoulder.
His lips are right there waiting. Full. Sensual. Tempting. “Jill.” This time my name leaves his mouth in a whisper and the rasp of his desire sends a surge of lust throughout my body. “I want you.” He waits though. Almost as if he’s waiting for my consent. Fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more.
I want him, too. But I can’t have him.Can I?
I turn my body, needing space between our lips so I won’t assault his mouth. But he doesn’t move, and now with my back against his bookcase and his greedy gaze roaming my body as though he wants to eat me up, it’s even more difficult to resist the urge to jump him. “I’m sort of dating someone,” I blurt, mostly full of guilt for not saying something sooner. I’m not one to lead a man on when I’m with someone else. I don’t do love, but that doesn’t mean I sleep around. Though technically, that wouldn’t be the case since Preston and I aren’t sleeping together.
“Sort of?” Cam’s lips tip up at the corners.
I nod, resisting the urge to laugh, too. I amsonot discussing Preston with him. “It’s complicated.”
Cam shuffles forward and his hands brace on the shelves at either side of my hips. His gaze heats, and fuck, maybe there’s actual testosterone oozing from his body into the air because my entire body tingles with anticipation. “Have you fucked him?”
The crassness to his question only heightens the sexual tension between us. Like a live wire filled with current, ready to combust and seeking contact. I shake my head, whispering my answer to his question. “No.” My eyes drop to his lips. Fuck, I want to kiss them.
“Then it doesn’t seem complicated to me.” In one swift move his mouth covers mine.Fucking finally. His hands widen over my hips and he presses our bodies together. His mouth tastes like beer, but moves with an expertise and control I lean into. There’s nothing soft or easy about this kiss. It’s possessive. Demanding. Commanding. And fuck if it’s not exactly what I need. He tugs my body closer, not satisfied until I’m flush against him, and only then does he break our kiss. “Want. You.” His chest rises with heavy breaths.
My hands run along his strong arms and don’t stop until they reach the back of his head. “Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“One-time thing.” I nod, ready for his lips on mine again. That and fewer clothes. I feel the hardness of his cock between us and much like his rock collection . . . it’s impressive. “Just tonight.”
“You really are the perfect woman.” His lips tip up at the corners and then they’re headed for my neck. He moves across my heated skin, trailing kisses, and the scruff of his jaw scrapes in the most delicious way.
“I’m really not.” I practically pant. His mouth moves lower, clearly heading for the neckline of my dress and the hint of cleavage there, as his hands roam upward to cup my breasts. I grab his head, tilting his jaw so he meets my gaze. “One night. Okay?”
“Yeah.” He finds my stare and bites the corner of his lip. He heaves out a breath as if he’s reaching for focus. I kinda like that he seems a little dazed after only a few minutes of making out. Makes me wonder what he’ll look like when he comes. “Only once.” His hands find my hips again, sliding over my backside. He hauls me right off the ground.Fuck.That’s hot. “I better make it good.” He squeezes my ass then turns to walk us toward his bed.
“You better,” I whisper into his mouth, drawing his full lips into my kiss.
He kisses me back, hard. Then sucks my lower lip, giving it a playful nip before lowering my feet to the floor.
His hands roam up my body until they’re cupping my face, holding me in place as he assaults my mouth with his own. Not that I mind. His kisses are passionate, needy, almost unpracticed as his teeth click against mine.
My body aches with the need for more. I press my chest against his, and my hips move in an effort to seek friction in the building need between my legs. I don't know this man, but for what we’re doing I don't need to. In this moment and space, my primal needs and urges take precedence. My body buzzes with anticipation as his hands skim down my body to reach for the hem of my dress. His fingertips drag along my sides, scattering goosebumps across my flesh as he pulls my dress over my head.
His eyes are ablaze with desire when they land on the lacy cups of my bra, then leisurely trail down to my skimpy thong. “Fuck, I'm one lucky bastard.”
“Please don't tell me you're all talk and no game.” My words are taunting. Sexual. In part because the way he's looking at me feels too intimate. More intimate than I'm comfortable with, and it’s not because I’m the only one down to my underwear. The way he stares feels as if he’s peeling back layers. As if he sees beyond my front, or more than a one-time fuck. A spike of fear that he’ll want more lifts my brow in silent challenge. It’s rude, but if he can’t handle a little sass it’s better I leave now. There's a reason I'm not a relationship girl.
His chuckle wraps around me like an embrace. The wink of a dimple brings wetness between my legs. He’s not intimidated by my sharp words; if anything he’s entertained. “Naked. Now,” he practically growls. His gaze goes from playful to serious as he reaches over his shoulder, grips the fabric of his T-shirt, and in one swift move has it off.
