coming back, but after five minutes passed—the first couple of which she spent laughing at him—she figured out he’d abandoned her.
Well, he’d promised to listen to the game with her and she wasn’t letting him out of it that easy. Leaving her chair and cooler on the dock, she walked up onto his back deck and knocked on the metal frame surrounding the slider’s screen door. She could see him sitting on his couch, facing his television.
“Go away,” he said without looking at her.
“Cam, come on. You promised to listen to the game with me on the dock, like we used to when we were kids.”
“When we were kids, you weren’t a goddamned Yankees fan.”
She laughed again, though she tried to stifle it. The man had no sense of humor when it came to baseball. “How about I come in and watch it with you?”
“I’m not watching the game with you.”
“Okay. What if I lose the shirt?” She lifted the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
He was looking at her now. Staring, actually, and she shivered in her lace bra and shorts. If he turned her away now it meant he wasn’t as attracted to her as she thought he was, and that would be embarrassing. Humiliating actually, considering how she’d practically melted into his arms when he kissed her.
“Now you’re playing dirty,” he said. “Not that I’d expect anything less from a Yankees fan.”
She heard some excitement on the television. “Who’s winning?”
“Me.” He picked up the remote and the TV went silent.
Taking that as an invitation, Anna slid open the screen and stepped into his living room, wisely leaving the offending T-shirt outside where she’d dropped it. Cam started to get up, but she pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his lap.
“You’re going to rush this, aren’t you?” he asked, putting his hands on her hips.
“Sometimes taking your time can be nice, like when you kissed me. But sometimes you get blindsided and want it hard and fast so it takes your breath away.”
Cam let go of her hips and cupped the back of her head, hauling her lips down to his. This was no gentle, savoring kiss. It was hungry and demanding and she opened her mouth to him while grinding her hips over his, causing a delicious friction. He rolled to his side so she ended up on her back on the couch, with him between her legs.
“Hard and fast works for me,” he said against her mouth and she smiled. Then he lifted his head and frowned. “Hold on. I need to go rummage through my bedside stand for a sec.”
“Right-hand pocket of my shorts.”
“Even better.”
Cam slid his hands under Anna and she arched her back so he could undo the clasp of her bra, and the breath he sucked in as he slid the lace away from her breasts sent heat curling through her body. He ran his thumb over one nipple, then traced its path with his tongue. Goosebumps tingled her skin and she raised her hips, hoping he’d get the hint. But he took his sweet time, lavishing attention on one nipple, then moving to the other. The moist heat of his mouth felt good, but she was beyond ready for the harder and faster part.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to get bored and turn the game back on,” she told him, while simultaneously dragging his T-shirt up his back. He had too many clothes on.
“Really? Bored?” He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, sending a jolt through her that almost made her cry out. “Woman, you’ve been a pain in my ass since the day you got here. I’ve earned a little extra boob time.”
He yanked his shirt off first, though, and then went back to torturing her with his mouth, stopping just shy of that pleasure-pain line. Just as she was sure she was going to lose her mind, she felt him reach between their bodies and pop the button on her shorts. Together they managed to shimmy her shorts and panties down and she kicked them off—rescuing the condom packet along the way—along with the flip-flops, and then she
Well, he’d promised to listen to the game with her and she wasn’t letting him out of it that easy. Leaving her chair and cooler on the dock, she walked up onto his back deck and knocked on the metal frame surrounding the slider’s screen door. She could see him sitting on his couch, facing his television.
“Go away,” he said without looking at her.
“Cam, come on. You promised to listen to the game with me on the dock, like we used to when we were kids.”
“When we were kids, you weren’t a goddamned Yankees fan.”
She laughed again, though she tried to stifle it. The man had no sense of humor when it came to baseball. “How about I come in and watch it with you?”
“I’m not watching the game with you.”
“Okay. What if I lose the shirt?” She lifted the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
He was looking at her now. Staring, actually, and she shivered in her lace bra and shorts. If he turned her away now it meant he wasn’t as attracted to her as she thought he was, and that would be embarrassing. Humiliating actually, considering how she’d practically melted into his arms when he kissed her.
“Now you’re playing dirty,” he said. “Not that I’d expect anything less from a Yankees fan.”
She heard some excitement on the television. “Who’s winning?”
“Me.” He picked up the remote and the TV went silent.
Taking that as an invitation, Anna slid open the screen and stepped into his living room, wisely leaving the offending T-shirt outside where she’d dropped it. Cam started to get up, but she pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his lap.
“You’re going to rush this, aren’t you?” he asked, putting his hands on her hips.
“Sometimes taking your time can be nice, like when you kissed me. But sometimes you get blindsided and want it hard and fast so it takes your breath away.”
Cam let go of her hips and cupped the back of her head, hauling her lips down to his. This was no gentle, savoring kiss. It was hungry and demanding and she opened her mouth to him while grinding her hips over his, causing a delicious friction. He rolled to his side so she ended up on her back on the couch, with him between her legs.
“Hard and fast works for me,” he said against her mouth and she smiled. Then he lifted his head and frowned. “Hold on. I need to go rummage through my bedside stand for a sec.”
“Right-hand pocket of my shorts.”
“Even better.”
Cam slid his hands under Anna and she arched her back so he could undo the clasp of her bra, and the breath he sucked in as he slid the lace away from her breasts sent heat curling through her body. He ran his thumb over one nipple, then traced its path with his tongue. Goosebumps tingled her skin and she raised her hips, hoping he’d get the hint. But he took his sweet time, lavishing attention on one nipple, then moving to the other. The moist heat of his mouth felt good, but she was beyond ready for the harder and faster part.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to get bored and turn the game back on,” she told him, while simultaneously dragging his T-shirt up his back. He had too many clothes on.
“Really? Bored?” He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, sending a jolt through her that almost made her cry out. “Woman, you’ve been a pain in my ass since the day you got here. I’ve earned a little extra boob time.”
He yanked his shirt off first, though, and then went back to torturing her with his mouth, stopping just shy of that pleasure-pain line. Just as she was sure she was going to lose her mind, she felt him reach between their bodies and pop the button on her shorts. Together they managed to shimmy her shorts and panties down and she kicked them off—rescuing the condom packet along the way—along with the flip-flops, and then she
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