After those heated parting words, I can’t concentrate on calling Leo, Annie, or taking my planned bath. The only thing I’m about to work out in my cognizance is that I’m about to be royally fucked – in a good way. Everyone else can wait.

“You do realize the only clothes I have with me are the ones on my back.” Camden and I lay flush against each other on the couch in the living room. A fire blazes in the gas fireplace behind me. My stomach is full from the spread of appetizers ranging from fruit to chicken wings Camden ordered for us.

Resting my head against his chest, I let the relief of being able to overcome all of the hurdles we’ve already have, before really beginning, wash over me. So much of this could have easily broke us, yet it didn’t and that reality engulfs me with complete bliss. It’s a sign that we’re starting this right by opening up to each other. All of our secrets bared. All but one, Luca. You need to tell him Heath threatened you! You need to tell him that he very well could be dangerous. I want to bat those crazy voices talking in my head away, no matter the truth they tell.

“Yeah, well, the things we will be doing tonight don’t require clothes. Tomorrow we will worry about getting you clothes, along with everything else you need.” Camden doesn’t seem to have an ounce of care whether I have clothes on or not. And those voices. Gone. Poof, just like that.

This insanely sexy man’s face grows more mischievous with each passing second.

“Mmm,” I moan.

The taste of his lips linger on mine from his kiss. I let my lips roam down his bare chest. His chest rises and falls under my touch, groans escape his mouth. As my lips and teeth peruse his chest and stomach, my fingers undo his belt, unbutton his slacks, and ease the zipper down to free his already enlarged erection. God, I want him in my mouth. I dance my lips south with more kisses, until my tongue swirls across the head.

“Fuck,” he growls.

“You did say you wanted to fuck my mouth.”

He stills himself, then without any forewarning at all, he grabs a handful of my hair, jerking my head up to look at him. “I’m not in the mood for gentle.”

My muscles tense. “I’m not either.” Fisting the base of his cock, I watch him watch me take him into my mouth, sucking as much as I can. My hair is pulled tight in his hold. His hips thrust up and down, fucking me wildly in my mouth.

“Fuck me. I want nothing more than to come in your mouth right now. But not yet. There’s plenty of time for that.” Letting go of my hair, he sits straight up, his cock angry when it’s removed from my mouth.

I’m panting like a bitch; eager for him to fuck me anywhere and everywhere he wants.

“Strip and make it fast,” he demands.

I go to undo the top button, and again without any warning at all, he grabs my silk shirt and rips it wide open. The small pea like buttons go flying.

“God damn, Luca, you are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.” He licks a trail from the center of my breast to the tip of my ear where he growls. “Take off the rest and when I come back, you better be naked and that gorgeous face of yours better be plastered against the window with your ass waiting for me.”

I bite my lips and tug at my clothes, relentlessly stripping myself until I’m left naked and wanting.

The cold window does nothing for my blistering pussy. My breasts are achingly sore.

“Touch them,” he calls out behind me. “Touch those tits and stroke your pussy. Make yourself enticingly wet.” I do exactly as I’m told. I’m not bashful at all when it comes to taking matters in my own hands. I swiftly glide my hand down my stomach, seeking relief when my finger starts to rub my clit. I’m already wet for him. I just want to come. My nipples perk up even more when I pinch their points.

“Enough.” Damn. I love the demanding side of Camden. I’m so turned on and ready to tumble over the edge. It’s maddening.

“The fact that you can wear anything from a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt to a tight skirt makes you amazingly stunning. When I visualize your ass in my head, the thought has me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life. But you wearing absolutely nothing, standing there, waiting for me makes you absolutely pure fucking perfection, Luca.”

Jesus Christ. He’s there, right behind me. Stroking my sex, biting my shoulder, and kneading one cheek of my ass. His long digits travel to the tight hole in my backside from my pussy, coating me in my own wetness. He’s using it as lube to loosen me up, to prepare me for him. I’m so miserable, in a good way, ready to explode from the ministrations of his fingers. “Oh Camden.” Taking full advantage, he presses a finger inside of my ass. The intrusion a threat for what’s to come.

I cry out.

Moan.

Flex my ass high.

Needing more than what he is giving me.

He senses it.

His finger sliding in and out.

Torturing me in preparation of his cock.

How he manages to do it, I will never know, but while his finger is stretching me, his cock is rubbing up and down my smooth dripping heat. Then his cock is gone, as is his finger. The tip of his cock is perfectly lined up with my ass, his free hand digs into my hip.

“Fuck,” he roars, slipping just the head of his cock into my ass.

God the pain. The pain is almost too much. I’m pulled back to him, my face flat against the cold glass. I want to scream when he moves farther into me. I’m struggling to breathe from the intensity.

“You okay?” Camden’s raspy, deep voice filters in my ear.

“Yes. Please move. God, move.”

He buries himself all the way in. The force from his hips slamming into me has me screaming again.

“Fucking hell,” I scream.

He pulls out, slams back in again and again, pumping furiously into me. His cock expanding, pulsing, and twitching in and out of me. I’m shaking uncontrollably. My pussy screaming for more attention. I tug my clit between two fingers and rub my nub until I’m coming. At the same time, he’s coming. Our breathing is erratic as we both fall from our climatic high.

Camden Steel has managed to strip me bare.

Fuck me into oblivion and rendered me speechless.

SIXTEEN

I wake to the bleep of a voicemail from my phone. Ignoring it, I stretch and yawn, trying to wake up my overly exerted body. Camden was right, I’m sore everywhere. The way he can channel an untamed vibe inside of both of us and fuck me until our options are practically endless. Then the next time, love me so sensually he magnifies every one of my senses, just as he did last night in the bathtub. Squeezing the warm water over my sensitive nipples, then turning around and lavishing it up. Both of us massaging each other’s feet, until he tugged me to his end of the tub and had me riding him slow.

I smile when I smell coffee. Flashing my eyes open, I see the Starbucks cup next to my phone. I smell caramel. Oh, that’s heaven.

I see my disheveled reflection in the mirror, across from me when I sit up, reaching for the coffee to inhale the rich aroma of my double shot caramel latte. I don’t even cringe at my current appearance. Make-up still on my face, my hair could easily double for a real life bird’s nest. I sip my coffee, taking in the sweetness; not only from the taste of my java, but from the things this wonderfully giving man does for me.

This over the top place to stay, the coffee, and the ring he gave me ten years ago. The ring that glistens so intricately in the sun, shining through the window. It’s way too soon to even think, but I wonder if the ring would look and feel the same on my other hand. I don’t get the chance to try it out before my phone starts to blare a ringtone I don’t recognize.