CHAPTER SIX
Some moments were too intense for words.
Falling in love for the first time was one of them.
So was the first time a woman had sex against a wall.
Hope wasn’t sure which one shocked her more, but the fact that she was standing in her foyer, naked except for her high heels, with one leg still wrapped around Cameron Drake’s hip had the edge.
Oh, God.
Panic threatened to overtake the little ripples of pleasure still quaking through her body. Her throat tightened and there was a buzzing in her ears.
She’d fallen in love with Cameron.
Was she crazy?
Not wanting to ruin the moment, and definitely not wanting him to see either, she rested her face against the rigid hardness of Cam’s chest. Soft hair that she’d gripped only moments before tickled her nose, making her smile.
And that’s all it took to rein in the panic.
So what if she’d fallen in love with a man who’d walk away as soon as his pants were zipped.
So what if he’d ruined her for sex with anyone else, ever.
If this was what she had, she was going to make the most of every second of it.
So, even as emotions swirled through her with such intensity that Hope was surprised she didn’t explode, she kept her silence.
She simply slid her foot down his hip, making him groan with pleasure as her heel scraped gently along his flesh. When both heels were planted firmly enough that she was sure she wouldn’t melt into a puddle without him holding her up, Hope lifted her head and gave Cam a gentle push.
“More,” was all she said.
Leaving their clothes strewn over the foyer, Hope only gave Cam long enough to kick off his boots and jeans. She took his hand in hers, their fingers entwined, and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
The room was awash in the gentle rays of the early afternoon sun, giving it surreal glow. The scent of winter roses filled the air with sweetness, echoing that glow.
More self-conscious of her heels clacking on the hardwood floor than she was of her nudity, Hope kicked them off before crossing to her bed. Once there, though, she didn’t know what to do.
She just knew she wanted more.
Cameron, apparently, knew exactly what to do.
His gaze intent, he stepped forward but before he could take her on that wild and intense orgasmic journey again, Hope held up one hand. If this was all she’d have of him, she wanted the visuals to go with the memory of how incredible she felt. She wanted it all.
“Wait.” She gave him a teasing smile. “I didn’t get to look before.”
“Look? At what?” His eyes widened. “You want to check me out?”
Delighted at how disconcerted he sounded, Hope laughed and took his hands. She’d simply keep her eyes open this time and see everything that way.
“I like that,” she said softly as she slid her hands up his arms, shivering a little at the delicious hardness of his biceps before her fingers trailed along his shoulders.
“What do you like?”
He cupped her breasts, making Hope’s entire body clench in anticipation. His hands teased and his fingers tormented, making her shiver with longing.
They’d made love not ten minutes ago.
How could she want him so much, need him so desperately? She had such a craving for him, deep and desperate. With every brush of his thumb, every flick of his finger over her aching nipples, that need tightened until she was wet and ready.
“What do you like, Hope?”
“This.” She lifted her fingers from his shoulder to gesture vaguely. “That. Everything.”
“I’m going to do this, that and everything to you. I promise.” He sealed his promise by sliding his tongue over the nipple he’d pinched between his fingers. The need in Hope’s belly sharpened. Her breath came faster. She tried to press closer, to find some relief from the ache.
But Cameron held her still.
“You said you liked something. What?”
He released her breasts, leaving them throbbing in time with the beat between Hope’s thighs.
She liked so much, though. His touch, his voice. The pleasure he offered. Oh. She blinked, finally remembering the question through the fog of pleasure.
“Your smile.” She traced his mouth gently before replacing her finger with her lips. “I like seeing you smile.”
“You make me feel like smiling,” he admitted quietly as he took over the kiss. His tongue swept deep, mimicking the thrusts of his body. Making Hope wetter.
As if knowing she was close to the edge of reason, Cam swept her into his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Before she could register that she was horizontal, he was pressed between her thighs.
His hands caressed her legs, starting at the knee and moving toward her thighs, leaving a trail of pleasure in his wake. When he reached the hot, throbbing core of her desire, his fingers teased. Hope gasped as she came in a blinding rush of pleasure.
Before the orgasm was finished, Cam was there.
Sliding home.
As he moved inside her, Hope cupped her hands over his cheeks. She knew he felt the same rigid tension and coiling need that was pulsing through her body. But his expression was serene. As if he’d found something, too.
Their breath mingled, the sound of their soft murmurs and gentle moans echoing through the room. She couldn’t get enough of his body, her hands racing from the tempting expanse of his broad shoulders to the hair-dusted muscles of his rock-hard pecs. She flicked her fingers over his nipples and when he groaned, did it again.
As he thrust deeper, Cameron lifted her hips high so he was on his knees pounding into her. When he slipped one hand between them to caress her wet, pulsing bud, everything tightened.
Hope exploded seconds later. Stars lit behind her eyes, her body arched against Cameron’s as if to milk every single drop of gratification she could get. She rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed around her. Over her. Inside her.
Even as her body quaked out of control, she held tight to Cameron, urging him toward his own climax.
Their eyes locked as he exploded with a guttural moan. Hope knew she’d always remember the look of him there, rising over her body with an expression of pure gratification on that gorgeous face.
He was her hero.
Her lover.
Her everything.