HIS TONE ONLY SERVED TO HEIGHTEN the wildness flowing through me. Sticking out my chin I seethed, “Or you’ll what?”
Camden licked his lips, my eyes following its path. “You either drop this bat and step away from the bed, or so help me, I will put you over my knee.”
I barked a laugh. “Oh really, I’d like to see you try. I’m so fucking furious with you right now, the moment you let that bat go, I’m going to town and giving everything in this room a facelift. I just might even start with you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t test me, Blue.”
“Stop calling me that!” I shouted in his face.
“No, I think I’ll keep it. If it gets you riled up at me like this every time, I’d say it’s worth it,” Camden taunted.
“Let the bat go.” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“No.”
I tried giving it a tug, but it wouldn’t move. It was still partially in the air, but Camden had such a tight grip on it, I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Something had to give here, and there was no way I was backing down from this. I felt violated, and the only place I could direct the emotions welling up in me was at the man standing in front of me. He had no business doing this without asking. Instead he plowed in here in typical Camden fashion and did whatever in the hell he wanted. I was sure he thought he was doing a good thing, but he knew nothing about me. I didn’t even consider us friends, and yet he decorated my room without any input from me. Did I love it? Yes. Was it exactly what I would have picked out? Yes, but that was beside the point.
“I swear to God, I know you have more bats in this house, and I will go find them. I suggest you let this one go.”
Our chests were heaving despite not having exerted ourselves. Camden’s eyes were so fierce, so lethal, I couldn’t help the dampness that was forming between my legs. The man was damn sexy when he was pissed. I liked it even more, because it was directed at me. The depth of his deep brown irises seared through my soul as I watched them bounce back and forth between my eyes. When I caught him glancing down at my mouth, I tilted my head ever so slightly. What was he doing? Before I even had a chance to register the movement, he yanked the bat out of my hand and chunked it to the side. I heard it hit the wall with a thud, and I glared at him. The damn bully. I mentally calculated whether or not I could dart to the side and grab it faster than he could get a hold of me, but I knew the odds were against me. Watching him watching me caused a shiver to break out over my skin. Camden was challenging me.
He slowly shook his head back and forth, never taking his eyes away from mine. “You just can’t fucking let it go can you? I practically see the wheels turning in your head.” He leaned in even closer. If I moved a few inches in, our mouths would touch. “You’ll never make it.” The smirk that was plastered on his face made me want to hit him.
“I hate you,” I said with as much venom as I could muster.
He gave me a full blown brilliant smile that nearly made me weak. “No you don’t.”
“Oh yes I do, I hate you more than—”
He cut me off. His hands moved incredibly fast and dove into my hair behind my neck. He pulled me forward so hard that I had no choice but to crash into him. His mouth came down onto mine with such intensity that I moaned with unrequited desire. His tongue pushed against my closed lips, demanding entrance. I didn’t even try to deny him. There was nothing about this kiss that was soft and sweet. This was balls-to-the-wall intense. He was taking what he wanted from me, and I didn’t care that he hadn’t asked. Which was strange since I was furious at him for doing that very thing to my room. When I opened my mouth, he dove in. His tongue was soft and yet forceful. He was leading this kiss with every thrust, every push. One of his hands buried in my hair moved forward a few inches to rest on my cheek. He tilted my head slightly with his thumb and got a deeper angle. The way his mouth moved over mine was possessive. He was branding me. I openly welcomed any mark he was willing to leave. My hands were grasping the front of his shirt, and I didn’t realize he had been walking me backwards until my back hit the wall. With the length of his body pressed into mine, I could feel what I was doing to him. In this moment, I felt powerful. I was turning Camden on, and he wanted me. There was a heady concoction of lust and desire swirling through me. I had no self-control with his lips on mine, and yet I felt like I could weld him to do whatever I wanted.
When his hands came down my back and rested on my butt, I lifted my leg slightly. He took hold of it and lifted me effortlessly. As I wrapped myself around him, I heard him growl his approval into my mouth. His erection was now resting right where I wanted him to be. Pushing against the strained hardness of his pants, I felt the pool of desire at my center. All that was separating us was a few articles of clothing. I wanted them gone, I needed them gone. Lifting at his shirt, I tugged it up and over his head, briefly breaking the torturous kiss he was consuming me with. We stilled for a beat, looking at each other, gauging what the other would do next. When I allowed my eyes to drift down his chest, I admired every sculpted curve. Tentatively I placed a finger in the center of his chest and traced the bulging of his pecs, moving down to his abs. He was watching me with a guarded fascination but didn’t stop my perusal. I wanted to memorize every inch of this bare skin under my fingertips. The way that my touch was causing his muscles to twitch as I ghosted it over his skin, the way that he held his breath as though he were afraid of me, or that I’d end this. And I did need to end this. I had no idea what I was even doing letting him hold me against this wall, even though he was fulfilling my darkest desires. All I knew was that I was going to take this moment and file it away later when everything went back to normal between us. When Camden remembered that he couldn’t stand the sight of me. I’d think back to this, and know that I held the power for a few brief moments, that I was capable of bringing this man to the edge and made him desire me. One of his hands that was between my back and the wall came forward and stilled my hand on his chest, just over his heart.
“Enough,” he said so coarsely that I thought he was going to put me down, that he had come to his senses. Instead he came forward again and used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips. I parted them slightly, so that he might push further. A sound of approval rumbled through his throat as he ground his pelvis into me. I couldn’t help the shocked gasp that came from my mouth. I felt his mouth tip up into a grin. “Feel good, Blue? I can make you feel so much better.” Oh I knew he could. That was never the question. But my brain was warring between stopping this and telling him to get the fuck out and mind his own business, or letting him take me to whatever ecstasy he had in mind. Both choices weren’t good. Both would lead us back to the same boat we were in before he decided to kiss me. He was going to regret this, deep down I knew he would.
He carried me over to the bed that I both loved and hated and set me down on my feet. His rough hands snaked their way under my shirt, lifting it until it was right under my breasts. My skin pebbled under his touch. My legs shook from the weakness he made me feel, and I squeezed his shoulder to hold myself up.
“Lie down,” he demanded.
“Wha—?” I didn’t even get to finish.
“Lie down, or I will put you across this bed myself.”
I gulped, my heart was in my throat. Did I really want to do this? Hesitantly, I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back with my arms. When I’d scooted far enough that I could lie down without my feet dangling off the edge, I looked at him. What I saw in his russet depths held no reservations. He wanted this. There was an edge that screamed he was going to take me, and I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Did that even bother me? There was no time to think about it because one of his eyebrows lifted, daring me to defy him. Sinking back onto the bed, I was lying completely flat. My body was humming with an energy I’d never felt before. It was like being on a rollercoaster ride. I was on the tracks, making my way to the top. The moment that you were ever so slightly teetering, before the free fall and your stomach was in your throat…that was how I was feeling. It was invigorating and terrifying all at the same time. I stared at the ceiling, knowing he was standing next to the bed, watching me, calculating his next move. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The anticipation was making me crazy. Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited, counting my breaths while he decided his next move. I heard the quiet rustling of clothing and something falling to the floor. Oh my gosh, was he getting naked? All of a sudden I wasn’t ready for this. We weren’t even friends, and yet I was splayed out across my bed, waiting for him. I had to stop this before anything happened.