“At my parents’,” she said, walking toward me slowly, her hips swaying, that knowing smile pulling at her lips. “They took them for the weekend.”
“The whole weekend?”
She nodded. “Dropped them off two hours ago. They’re probably already building a Lego replica of Dad’s auto body shop.”
I let out a low groan. “Remind me to send your parents a gift basket.”
She laughed, and God, that sound hit me square in the chest.
“My parents are still uptight,” she said. “But it kind of works now. Especially with two wild boys running around. Structure’s good.”
I was already walking toward her, pulling off my jacket as I moved. “And we get a quiet house for two whole days.”
She nodded. “I thought we could make the most of it.”
“I like the way you think.”
When I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in close, pressing my forehead to hers. “God, I missed you.”
Her hands slid up my chest, settling at the base of my neck. “I missed you too.”
Between her teaching schedule, my shifts at the station, and the chaos of raising two boys, time alone like this had become rare. We were always passing off parenting duties, swapping grocery lists, and squeezing in kisses between bedtime stories and backpacks.
But right now? It was just us.
I kissed her hard, deep, slow. The kind of kiss that said “you’re mine” and “thank God we found each other.” Her fingers tangled in my shirt, tugging me closer, and when I felt the brush of her breasts against my chest, I lost it.
I broke the kiss long enough to look down at her. “You wearing anything under this?”
She shook her head and unfastened her pants, letting them fall to her ankles, revealing she wore nothing beneath them. “Fuck me.”
“That’s the plan.”
I lifted her onto the kitchen table in one smooth motion, then reached for the hem of her T-shirt and dragged it up over herhead. She raised her arms for me, breath catching as I tossed it aside.
“I should warn you,” she said, breathless, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“Yeah?” I stepped between her thighs, running my hands up the smooth skin of her legs. “Me too.”
She reached for me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I kissed her again—messy, hungry, and perfect. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table.
Her breath hitched as I dropped to my knees before her, my hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide. The scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, and I groaned against her skin before pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently. “Please.”
I didn’t make her wait. I leaned in and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, savoring the way she shuddered beneath me. Her taste exploded on my tongue—warm, salty, and perfect. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing, before sealing my lips around it and sucking gently.
Camille gasped, her hips jerking against my mouth. “Oh, fuck yes, just like that.”
I licked and sucked, alternating between slow, maddening circles and firm, relentless pressure. Her thighs trembled around my head, her breath coming in ragged little moans. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, her back arching off the table.
“Don’t stop—fuck, don’t stop?—“
I didn’t. I worked her with my mouth and fingers, listening to every hitch in her breath, every broken whimper, until her body went taut. Her grip on my hair tightened, her thighs clamping around me as she came with a sharp, breathless cry, her hips grinding against my tongue until she was shaking.
I kissed my way up her stomach and her chest, finally capturing her lips as she panted against me. She tasted herself on my tongue, her kiss hungry and desperate.
“Need you inside me,” she murmured, her nails scraping down my back.
