Close to You

“Why not?” She looks around, making me smile. “We’re the only ones here.”

“Because we’re not teenagers.” I sit back in the seat, put my belt on, and start the car. “But make no mistake, I’m taking you home right now. If I’m not inside you very soon, I’ll go crazy.”

She doesn’t put her seat belt on, but she sits back and crosses her arms. “But it’s so far away to your house! Why did you have to choose the house so far away?”

“Well, I didn’t anticipate telling you I love you at the high school and then need to make love to you.”

“You’re a bad planner,” she says, and makes me laugh. I glance over when I stop at a red light.

“You’re in a skirt.”

“I’m aware.”

“You don’t have to wait.” She raises a brow and hitches her skirt up around her hips.

And of course she’s not wearing any panties. Is it any wonder that I love her? She grips her legs in her hands and pulls up, from her knees to her hips, making me absolutely crazy.

My dick is so hard I’m surprised I don’t bust out of my jeans. When she tries to reach for my pants again, I shake my head.

“This is all about you, Cami.”

“Me?”

I nod and glance over. She’s not touching herself.

“Are you shy?”

“Kind of. I’ve never—”

“Are you saying you’ve never masturbated?”

“No, but not in front of someone.”

“I’ll help.” I lightly drag my fingertips up her thigh, then follow the crease of where her leg meets her center, and she gasps. “Your skin is so damn soft.”

She swallows hard as I gently run my fingers through her lips, up to her clit, then back down again. She’s already sopping wet, which only makes me that much harder.

I’m going to fuck her brainless.

My middle finger presses on her clit and her back arches.

“Damn, you’re good at that,” she says breathlessly, giving my ego one hell of a boost.

I simply love to touch her. “You’re so responsive,” I mutter.

“Of course I am.” She bites her lip and then exhales. “You’re touching me.”

My finger slips from her clit to her opening and slides inside. I shake my hand, pressing the pad of my thumb against her most sensitive spot, and grin when she simply explodes against my hand.

I pull into my driveway—finally—and before she can pull herself together, I help her out of the car, pull her skirt down far enough that I won’t have to kill someone if they happen to look outside, and rush her inside.

I slam the door closed and spin her around, her back against the door, and sink to my knees so I can bury my face in her.

“Holy fucking shit!” she exclaims, and fists her hands in my hair, not gently in the least. I pull one leg over my shoulder to give myself better access and eat her like she’s a buffet and I’ve been starved for years.

Because it feels like I have.

“Landon!”

I growl, but don’t stop. Her lips are in my mouth, my tongue is inside her, and she comes again, shuddering. I grip her ass, making sure she doesn’t fall, and when she’s done, I stand and hitch her up, her legs around my waist.

“I need you,” I say before devouring her mouth. I manage to unzip my pants and free my cock, then slide home.

“Oh God,” she moans against my mouth. “So good.”

“So good,” I agree, and begin to pound into her, praying my door doesn’t give.

Explaining that to the landlord would be interesting.

“Grab on,” I instruct her, and when she loops her arms around my neck, I carry her, still inside her, to the staircase.

But we don’t get far up before I lower her to the stairs. I can’t help it. I need to move.

“I love this, but the stairs aren’t comfy,” she says breathlessly.

I pull back, turn her over, slap her ass, and plunge back inside her. “Better?”

“Holy fuck,” she groans.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Neither of us speaks for long minutes as I fuck her, hard, primal, not able to get enough of her. When I feel her come for the third time, I pull out and lead her the rest of the way up the stairs and to my bedroom.

I strip us of the rest of our clothes and tumble her onto my bed. I can’t help but stare at her. Jesus, have I ever seen anything more beautiful than Cami spread out on my bed, wearing only moonshine?

No. No, I haven’t.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say, panting, my hands in fists. I still want to fuck her, hard, but damn it, I want to be gentle with her too. I want to make love to her.

“Need you,” she says, holding her hand out for me. “Come here.”

I crawl onto the bed and kiss up her leg, kiss her center, and up her body until I’m covering her. I take both of her hands and hold them in one of mine above her head, then guide my cock inside her.

I stop, buried as deep as I can go, and stare down into her deep green eyes. She’s everything I ever wanted.

She’s everything I ever needed.

“Landon?” She circles her hips, trying to get me to move.

“Yes, my love?”

She stills and her eyes find mine. “I like that.”

“Which part?” I grin and pull out to the tip, then push back in. “This?”

“Yes.”

“This?” I lower my face and pull her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth.

“God, yes.”