20. Riley

twenty

Riley

Anticipation squeezed all my muscles tight when Cam stood to his full height and crossed the room. He was going to kiss me. But more, he was going to touch me. I'd worn only a t-shirt and panties to bed. And instead of moving to cover myself when he got close, my knees opened, and I licked my lips.

It was as if my entire body had readied itself for him.

He smelled faintly of smoke and cologne, like he'd just come from a strip club. But he didn't smell like a woman.

His lips were demanding and he tasted of hints of vodka laced with something dark and sexy. I kissed him back, my tongue rolling against his as he used his body to push me back on the bed.

I shoved the cut off first, the thick leather hindering my ability to touch him. I wanted to feel his body, the muscles in his shoulders, down his back. And I did, raking my hands over them, then down his forearms, and beneath his shirt.

I'd never expected a man to feel so good, that I would be so aroused by tracing the muscles down his back.

Cam broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and then mine, too. He stroked up my sides, cupped my breasts, and flicked his thumbs over the taut nipples.

The sensation was sensual torture, as was the way his blue eyes drank me in. I squirmed, gripping his hips and pulling him to me. He kissed me again, warm and wet and everything I could have ever wanted.

When I nudged him, Cam rolled to his back, allowing me to climb on top of him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, and I wriggled from my panties. For the first time, I wrapped my hand around the width of his erection and stroked his cock.

The skin was silky soft, the muscle rock hard. The contrast so erotic that, for a brief moment, I considered wrapping my lips around him. Then he groaned, a low sultry sound that snapped my attention to the way pleasure twisted his face.

I shifted my grip, continued to fondle him just to watch him suck that plump bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he leaned forward, nibbling at my neck and reaching behind me. When he fell back, he handed me a condom like a damn magician.

When I laughed, he grinned through rapid breaths. "What?"

"Where'd that come from? It's like sex magic."

He snorted and shook his head. "My pocket."

Maybe it was the delirium and lack of sleep, but he looked so damn cute, all baffled and confused. Still gripping his cock, I leaned forward and kissed him.

I'd watched him put a condom on before, so rolling that one on wasn't a problem. I didn't hesitate until I hovered over him, shivering but not from the cold, with the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.

"I…" It was my turn to lose the ability to speak. Being naked, Cam's hands on my breasts, made me want nothing more than to slide down on him. But I froze, second guessing myself and what to do next.

Sex should be natural, should come easily, it had been when he'd been the one doing the work.

He knew, he always did, and his hands slipped to my hips. Cam moved beneath me, sliding his cock inside me fully, his hips shifting up and back down in a natural rhythm that arched my back.

My body reacted, instinctively knowing how to move. And I did, up and down until sweat formed down my back. Pressing my hands against Cam's chest as I rode him.

Pleasure built slowly now, my body tired, but it came. Ripples of friction that turned to waves until I was gasping in time with each thrust.

I whimpered his name and shut my eyes when he raised up to suck my nipples. First one, then the other, leaving me to move, to ride him.

I cried out when I came, no name, no words, just a guttural release after a thunderclap of pleasure. Cam's body tensed as he clamped down on his jaw, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I'd never seen anything sexier.

" Riley ."

I'd never heard anything sexier, either.

***

I rolled onto my elbow as slowly as I could, gently sliding my legs from beneath the sheets. I'd waited to crawl from the bed until Cam had rolled away from me. I'd been awake close to half an hour. Not that I was trying to be sneaky, but I'd rather not wake him.

He'd spent the night curled around me, but now he slept hard flat on his back, one arm tucked behind his head and the other sprawled across the empty side of the bed. His face was completely relaxed, serene even. Our clothes lay sporadically on the floor between the door and the bed, his pistol on the nightstand.

Trust.

I could slap him, kick him, scream at him—even go for the gun, all before he woke. And he knew that, but he trusted me not to. Somehow, sleeping and completely vulnerable, he was even sexier.

There were so many questions. Did my father kill himself and if not, who had? And what did Cam really expect from me? What did I expect from him? I almost forgot them all when it was like this, as if I could easily spend every day waking up to Cam this way.

That left an ache in my chest I didn't want to think about, so I tucked it away in a neat little box in a tidy corner in the back of my mind.

I picked up his cut, hanging the heavy leather vest on the doorknob, before collecting my panties and shirt. To keep from waking him, I cleaned up in the hall bathroom and padded barefoot to the kitchen.

I was Cam Savage's ole lady. A far cry from going back to college, applying for law school.

I poured a cup of coffee and put it to my lips as I leaned against the kitchen sink. The hot, slightly bitter liquid scalded my tongue with the first sip. The brief flash of pain grounded me there in the kitchen when Cam sleepily trudged in, clad only in his form fitting boxer briefs.

"Morning," he said, groggily rubbing his face.

His heavy-lidded, sleepy eyes made me want to kiss him. So I did, cupping the side of his face and brushing my lips across his before glancing at the clock. "Afternoon."

"Yeah, we have to hit the road soon." There was something sneaky in his grin. He kissed me, this time deeper, his tongue tracing across my lips before diving in. And one hand slipping between my legs, stroking the tips of two fingers across the thin fabric covering my sex.

"We don't have time."

"We do," he insisted, placing my coffee on the counter and tugging my panties down.

And before I could say a word, he murmured, "Sex magic" and flipped a red wrapped condom between two fingers.

Turns out, we had plenty of time, on the counter by the window.

By the time Cam finished with me, I was breathless and my coffee cold.

"Do you not want me to go?" I could tell it bothered him that I was making this ride. He procrastinated as long as he could. Even trying to distract me in the shower.

His eyes narrowed, and he straightened, pulling a clean white t-shirt over his head. "If you don't, Preacher's going to insist you hang out at the clubhouse with him." He crossed the room to where I sat on the bed, pulling on my socks. "Unless that's what you want?"

There was a teasing to his tone, but I kept mine firm. "Absolutely not."

"Good." He kissed me, gently. "I've got to get some shit from my place. Meet me out back in ten minutes."