“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” Camden’s husky voice resounded in my ear.
“Please, touch me. I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
Grasping his large hand I pushed his fingers between my slick folds. “Here. Oh God, right here.”
“Right there?” he breathed as he swirled his fingers over my clit.
My body was shaking, and I was still so warm. Why was it ridiculously hot in here? I tried again to move the covers off of me, but they wouldn’t budge. What the hell? When a long finger slid inside of me, all other thoughts went out the window. My hips began rocking against very capable fingers. Stars were dancing behind my eyelids, and I was so close to tipping over the edge. I moaned again, this time much louder. Sweat that was beading up on my skin was now trickling down my boobs and across my forehead. It was too much. I was on sensory overload. Between what was going on downtown and feeling like I was in a sauna, I had to get these covers off of me before I passed out. Grabbing the blankets I threw my arm back, flinging the blazing inferno off of me. My hand connected with something.
“Ouch! Fuck!” someone next to me yelled.
Startled awake, I opened my eyes. When I flipped over, Camden had his hand to his face. I scrambled up the headboard, trying to calm my racing heart. He looked up at me with confusion.
“Seriously, Blue, you have a mean swing. Damn it, that hurt.” He was rubbing his nose.
“Why are you still in my bed?” My voice was thick with sleep, my body still pent up with need.
“I told you I wasn’t leaving.” When he dropped his hand he had an incredulous look.
“What?” I said sarcastically.
“I think the better question would be, were you dreaming about me?”
My face flamed. “No, why?”
An eyebrow lifted, and he smirked. “Touch me. Oh God right there,” he said in a voice that was supposed to mimic my own.
I gasped. Had I really said that all out loud? Holy crap that was embarrassing. I tried to school my face and not show how mortified I was. “I was dreaming, but it certainly wasn’t about you.”
“Oh really, then who could have you been dreaming about? And don’t bother lying to me by saying Luke. You and I both know he could never make you pant like that.”
I let out a clipped laugh. “And you think you could?”
A rough hand gripped my hip and slid me over to press against his side. He came up over the top of me and squeezed himself between my legs. With a feather light touch, he brushed his finger down the curve of my face from my cheek to my chin. I couldn’t help my body’s natural reaction to lean into him. When he pushed up with his hips and ground into my sensitive nerves that were already on the verge of combustion, I let out a very guttural moan. My eyes rolled back, and my hands grasped his biceps. The slight quaking of my body couldn’t be helped. If he did it just one more time, I was going to burst.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. “What?” I felt so out of sorts, and pent up, I didn’t want to talk anymore. Arguing with him was exhausting. I was in a position to let him win, just this once, if he would give me what I needed.
He was looking down at me, wonder in his eyes. “You’re stunning when you need to come.”
My brows furrowed. “Excuse me.”
“Don’t make this so complicated. You were having a dream about me, you even said my name.” I did? “I see it in your eyes, the way your body is melting beneath mine. If you want me to finish it, Keegan, all you have to do is ask.”
Oh God, I wanted him to finish it, with every fiber of my being I wanted him to finish it. But my brain was screaming at me to tell him to fuck off. The internal battle going on was so strong I couldn’t even speak. My mouth opened and closed, and he continued to stare at me. Nothing was going to come out of me. The side of me that was warring to shove him off was winning.
“I can’t.” I finally managed.
He blew out a breath, frustration settling across his face. “You are such a stubborn woman, you know that?”
I couldn’t help the grin that came to my lips. “Hello pot, I’d like you to meet kettle.”
“You’re sarcasm might be endearing most of the time, but right now, it’s annoying as fuck.”
I laughed. “Glad I could entertain you. Now will you get off of me, I need to go shower.”
He held there a few moments longer than necessary. I had a feeling he was trying to decide if he was going to give me what I was asking for, or what I really wanted. And it wouldn’t be just me who needed sating. Oh no, I could feel very clearly what was going on with him down there. Decision made, he shifted back and got out of the bed. He moved to the door and was about to walk out when he said, “I’m making breakfast. Toast, bacon, and coffee sound okay?”
I suddenly felt shy. Here was ‘kind Camden’ again, the one who I didn’t know how to handle. “Sure,” I responded.
He turned and left my room. I sucked in a much needed breath of air. Good God, last night went nothing like I thought it would. I stood on very shaky legs and went to my closet to find something to wear. I had to go to the mall today to get the finishing touches for my Halloween costume for the party that was coming up in two days. And of course, at some point, I’d need to find a time to study. Getting into the shower, thoughts of Camden rolled through my head freely. Before, I had doubted that he had any interest in me. I thought I was just his chubby roommate who he wanted nothing more to do with than collect rent from, ignoring my presence. Never had I assumed he could possibly be attracted to me. I was nothing like the women he brought home. In fact I was the opposite. Maybe that was why he was messing around with me. Maybe he was testing the waters with something different because he was bored. That thought made my stomach turn. Could he possibly be that cruel? The more I thought about it, the more I realized, yes, he could be. Camden had no problem hiding the way that he felt about me when I first moved in. Even now, he kept me on my toes, never knowing what he would say and if it would leave behind a sting. Could I honestly trust what happened last night and this morning as something more than a man pushing to see if he could score with someone like me? Whatever happened last night couldn’t repeat itself. I didn’t even know what had gotten into me. I was dating Luke. How would he feel if he found out that Camden kissed me last night? I had a temporary moment of weakness. Camden had been pushing my buttons for a long time now, and last night it had all built up to a fleeting moment of mouths and hands. I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel good. In fact I’d never felt anything quite like it. When Camden was touching me, my brain seemed to start misfiring and could no longer form logical thoughts. I had to stay away. There was no question. Haven’t I said that before?
By the time I’d stepped out of the shower and gotten dressed, I was in a bad mood. Any residual longing I felt for release had drifted away. I brushed my hair and teeth, and started to make my way downstairs. I figured I would eat breakfast with Camden as fast as possible and leave the house before he got me worked up again. But when I reached the bottom step, I froze. The sight in front of me was enough to make any woman melt. Camden stood shirtless with only a pair of black briefs on. He had a set of ear buds in his ears, and the iPod that was attached to it was partially sticking out of the waistband of his underwear. He was bobbing his head, and doing some weird little shimmy shake, while cooking turkey bacon over the griddle. I smiled at how ridiculously cute he looked. Standing back, he hadn’t noticed that I was here watching him. In the morning light he looked different, softer somehow. I allowed my eyes to roam over his barely covered body. The sun reflected off his tanned torso. Anybody who saw him like this could admire the work he’d put into himself. Every turn he made, every twist and lift of his body and arms, you could see the defined muscles push against his skin. He was a true work of art, and his body was his canvas. Camden took care of himself, and I found that to be an attractive quality. He turned his back to me again, reaching for something in the cupboard. Unknowingly I walked a few steps toward the kitchen. It was as if everything he did was drawing me in. I wanted a closer look. Naturally my eyes shifted to his gorgeous ass that was encased perfectly by black fabric. Sweet Jesus, why was I a butt girl? It looked so good, all I could imagine was digging my nails into and nipping it with my teeth.