breasts into the rough cotton of his shirt. Then his finger slid inside her again, and she laughed, trying for low and dastardly, as well. Instead, she sounded nervous.
For good reason.
His tongue licked her belly, the curve of her waist, and she sucked in a breath at the decadent contact, feeling an answering pulse of desire between her legs.
“Cam?”
“Yes,” he whispered in between those magical kisses.
His hands parted her soft folds, and he pressed a hungry kiss there…in the clitorial region, where a large earthquake was starting to form.
Her hips arched up to meet that talented, tickling tongue.
“You don’t…have a builder’s…mouth,” she told him, trying to keep her brain from exploding.
Cam lifted his head and smiled. “It’s all engineering. Every component can only stand so much stress before it buckles.”
And then he proceeded to demonstrate. The stroke of his tongue was longer, more liquid, or maybe that was her, but she could definitely feel the force of the orgasm building inside her. Each flick across her überjuiced flesh created a new tremor. Her heels dug into the couch, sliding back and forth. The ever-increasing pressure began to drive her to the breaking point.
“Cam,” she warned, her hands grabbing the cotton of his shirt. She wanted skin, she wanted flesh. She wanted relief.
“Break for me,” he ordered, and then he took her clit in his mouth and suckled her. Hard. The spasms began, her muscles primed for explosion.
It was too much. Jenna shattered.
4
C AM ROSE UP on his elbows and decided that he’d never seen anything so heart-stoppingly sexy in his entire life. Dr. Jenna Ferrar was splayed on his couch, her face flushed with satisfaction, long dark hair playing peekaboo with the dusky nipples and long legs encased in sheer black hose. The gleaming evidence of her pleasure glistened on the swollen pink skin between her thighs.
Cam closed his eyes for a second, memorizing the image.
Until her brisk fingers started working the buttons on his shirt. “I don’t understand why everything is so small.”
He moved her hands aside, helping her. “It’s a good thing you’re not a surgeon.”
“Oh, blow me, mister. Get the shirt off. Drop the trousers.”
Not only capable, but bossy, as well. Happily, Cam obeyed, tossing his clothes aside, until he was flat over her.
However, he wouldn’t let her lose the hose. “You can’t,” he said, when she would have taken them off. “I’m still living out fantasies I didn’t even know I had.”
She laughed and pulled his mouth down to hers. “How can you wake up in the morning and leave this?” she whispered against his lips, and he wanted to argue.To tell her that this was a pleasant diversion, but that tomorrow he still had plans. However, then he felt that bossy tongue in his mouth, her legs wrapping around him, her hips grinding against him, back and forth, and there was no argument in the world that would have kept him from this.
“Inside me. Please,” she urged, and she didn’t have to say anything twice.
He sheathed his cock in a condom, pushed deep inside her and watched as her eyes turned wild. Damn, he loved to see that. The cool, composed doctor stripped bare, lying beneath him. He’d wanted her for so long.
Wanted this.
Jenna.
Tight. Wet. Surrounding him.
Each time he moved, her eyes flared open, so startled, so shocked, so… good .
She looked up at him, pouting breasts, her mouth open and moist. There was such a storm in her expressive dark eyes. Pure pleasure. Pure lust.
He kissed that mouth, his tongue thrusting inside her, his cock thrusting inside her. Her hands grabbed at his back, his ass, urging him on.
Cam began to move faster.
Her fingernails raked over his back; there would be marks, but he didn’t mind. He lifted her hips higher, raising her up, losing himself in that hot, wet channel. As he listened to the slap of skin, the heavy gasps of much-needed air, he forgot about the