Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
She lifts her hips a fraction of an inch, and I slide a little deeper. I take deep breaths to try and control myself, and Cammy brings her hands up, cupping the back of my head. As her fingers thread through my hair, she asks me, “You okay?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah.”
I can feel the sweat at my brow as I try to keep still, but it’s pointless because Cammy lifts her hips again, pulling me in deeper. She moans and pleads with me, “Please, don’t stop, Bear.”
I lift my head to look into her eyes. I’m trying to read what she’s thinking, but it’s not showing on her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “You won’t.”
“But—” I start, and she cuts me off.
“You wouldn’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t. Please, don’t stop and please don’t make me wait. I want you, Elliott. I want this.”
She’s nodding her head, and as soon as she’s done talking, she plants her feet on the bed and lifts her hips to meet mine.
My hips jerk uncontrollably, and I sheath myself fully inside her. She constricts around me, and I start to thrust in and out of her. Her eyes are closed, and I stop moving. “Look at me, Cammy.”
She peels her eyes open. They are darker than usual and are laced with desire. Her hands go up and down my chest, and every touch from her intensifies everything. I lean down to look at her as I move in and out of her. “I’m going to fill you up, honey, and when I do, I want your eyes on me.”
I reach between us and stroke my thumb over her swollen clit. She lets out a guttural groan, and her pussy gets hotter.
The only sounds in the room are the groans of satisfaction and our bodies slapping together. “Come with me, baby.”
She groans and lifts her hips, and I drive deeper into her. Her orgasm comes in fast and hard, and her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking me.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moans over and over, and I don’t stop strumming at her clit until she’s completely out of her mind.
Being this close to her is an amazing feeling, and I don’t want to leave the comfort and heat of her body, but I know I need to move. I slowly pull out of her and then lie next to her, pulling her body flush to mine.
We’re both catching our breath, but I force the words out. “You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
I smile as I nudge my cheek against her hair. “I should get us cleaned up, but I don’t want to move.”
She jerks softly and then moves to sit up. Her words are stilted. “Yeah, I should probably go back to my room.”
I wrap an arm around her to keep her against me. “I think you should stay here with me.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it, and I ask her, “What is it? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
She blows a breath, and her bangs go all crazy. “Well, I snore.”
“I don’t care.”
“I have to get up and pee a thousand times a night.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind.”
She stutters. “I’ll crowd you. I’m a snuggler.”
I pull her tighter against me and nuzzle my nose into her neck. “Fuck, I hope so.”
But even though I feel like I say all the right things and how I feel, she still sounds doubtful. “Are you sure about this?”
I cup her face in my hands. “Am I sure that I want to sleep with you in my arms? I’m absolutely one hundred percent sure. You can’t leave, Camille.”
She rolls against me, pressing her breast to my chest before snuggling into me. “You’re bossy, do you know that?”
I kiss the top of her head. “You like it, and you know it.”
She doesn’t deny it. If anything, she burrows deeper into my warmth. I have to keep telling myself that she has said she doesn’t want a relationship, but I want more than a one-night stand with her. Somehow I have to convince her that we are meant to be together.
CHAPTER 10
CAMILLE
I woke up this morning to an empty bed.
I tried not to let it get to me. Elliott did leave a note that said a storm is coming, and sometime in the night it started to rain. It hasn’t stopped all morning. He has a good excuse for being absent, but it still makes me uneasy.
I keep waiting for Elliott to come in the door, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react. There were no promises made, and we didn’t do much talking. Should I act as if nothing happened or should I act how I would want to and kiss him? There are so many questions, but luckily I’ve been busy all morning and haven’t had time to dwell on it.