Page 23 of Best Laid Plans (Rock Harbor #1)

“I’m not trying to kill you, Cam. Honestly, it was exactly the opposite.” Her palm on his chest became a single finger, pushing her point home. “Only you’re too fucking dense or self-sacrificing to see that. I go back and forth between the two.”

She saw the heat in his eyes, but it was already too late. His arms were around her, holding her across her back and under her legs, as he easily carried her the few feet over to the bed. He deposited her on the comforter, her ass bouncing with the impact.

And then he was on top of her, the solid weight of his body splaying her across the mattress, his hips notching between her legs, which had spread traitorously wide for him.

He pushed his hard length against her, and it stole all her breath.

“Is this what you want, Elle? One good fuck, just so you can know what it’s like?

Spend a little time slumming it before you get back to your real life?

” His forearms flexed on the sides of her head as he rolled his hips against her, and she desperately wished there weren’t layers of clothes between them.

She felt the weight of him, but she needed more. Her hips arched upward, trying to find more friction. Anything to relieve the pressure that was already building.

“That’s not how I see you,” she argued, unable to stop herself. She wanted Cam, but she refused to let him misrepresent this situation.

He swooped down and kissed her then, probably to shut her up, and heat and butterflies exploded through her stomach. His tongue slid against her lips, already begging for entry. She was going to give it to him.

While he kissed her like he was starving, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she felt the short hair at the base of his skull, running her fingers through it.

Her fingertips pushed insistently, bringing him closer, wanting anything and everything he’d let himself give her.

The ramifications to this were a tomorrow problem.

But tonight, she was going to suck Cam dry and then leave him begging for more.

“You better not think about coming to your senses,” Elle said between ravenous kisses, as her hands moved from his neck down to his sweatshirt, snaking their way up so her hands could splay across his muscled back .

“Once. We do this once.” Cam’s voice, deep and rich, was infused with the timbre of a man who was about to let himself go. It made Elle’s clit throb, fantasizing about the possibilities.

“Once,” she agreed. “To get it out of our systems.” Because he was right. They weren’t suited for the long haul, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun now.

He stopped his movements, as Elle’s hips shifted up to chase the feeling, only finding air. “Your family can’t know.”

She met his eyes, so serious, his face drawn into a tight line, and even so, she couldn’t find the same gravitas that he seemed to always have bubbling just below the surface. That he seemed to call on easily for his climb up to the moral high ground.

But she’d give him what he wanted, trusting that he’d do the same for her. Which was a needy fuck that took her out of her body and left her unable to walk tomorrow. “I promise that I will leave the fact that we slept together off the family meeting agenda this week and every week henceforth.”

There was fire in his eyes, and she thought that he was going to say something else. But that’s not what happened. He was so fast, as he slid down her body, his hands inching up her shirt as he moved.

When his face reached her legs, he bit lightly against each one, his big hands splaying across her thighs and pushing them outward.

The strain made her hips jerk, desperately in need of relief.

That tongue, which had already done talented things to her mouth, seemed like it was more than up to the job.

“You look incredible,” Cam said reverently.

“And your underwear are already soaked. I knew that you wanted this, but fuck.” His words trailed off as he looked at her.

But instead of taking them off, which is what Elle really wanted, he pushed his tongue against the fabric, able to press against her slit, but the barrier stopped him from going deeper.

And she knew that he knew that, when he gave her a mischievous smile and then inhaled deeply against her. “So fucking good.”

“Cam,” she panted, her hands that had been fisting the covers coming up to wrap around his head.

“What do you want, baby?” He swiped his tongue again, and Elle’s hips jerked upward. “You want more?”

“I need more, Cam. Please,” she begged, her words strangled with each lick that felt incredible but didn’t get her closer to quenching the deep ache that had settled inside of her.

“You want my tongue pressed against your clit, don’t you?

” He asked in a voice bordering on teasing that was doing all kinds of things to Elle’s body.

She tried to guide him with her hands, but his head stilled, and he looked up at her, piercing green eyes dark with his own want.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want, Elle, and I’ll give you all of it. ”

His words ricocheted around her, and she let out a strangled moan, her feet pushing hard against the mattress. “Please lick me, Cam.”

Those were the magic words, Elle laid bare in front of Cam’s face as he pulled her panties to the side.

He nuzzled his nose against her at the same time his tongue darted out for a long, leisurely lick up her center.

Her legs were already shaking as his tongue started moving back down, her clit finding no relief.

He tongued at her entrance, pushing in, her hips matching his thrusts.

“You taste so fucking good.” The words were muffled, Cam’s head still buried between her legs as he continued to lick and suck and devour her.

The heat was threading through her veins. She needed friction against her clit, desperately. Needed something to allay the feeling that she was falling and flying at the same time, like her whole body was in a state of suspended animation.

Cam was worshipping her right now, and she had no qualms about letting him know. “Cam,” she coaxed, her voice a desperate whine, “please.”

Grant had never been especially focused on her pleasure, and still, she’d felt so lucky to be with him that she’d wanted to do everything she could to make him happy. It led to a lot of one-sided sex that had left Elle feeling disappointed.

This was not that. Cam was a force to be reckoned with, and as his tongue finally, blessedly flattened and licked against her clit, her body jolted forward and she let out something between a moan and a scream.

He wrapped his mouth around her and sucked like it was the only thing in this world he was born to do, his tongue laving focused circles that had her spinning out.

In seconds, there was nowhere for the pressure to go. Her hips were arched upward, straining to keep tempo with him, higher and higher and higher until– “Come for me, Elle. Let me taste you all over my face.”

The wave inside of her broke, and her stomach clenched as wave after wave followed. Cam was there to work her through it, licking her until her body went slack, her legs splaying out to the sides.

She was spent, as little aftershocks continued to ripple through her, Cam’s hands rubbing up and down her thighs as she rode them out.

Of course. Of course he fucked like it was his true calling in life, so easily managing to have her begging for it. She took a few, long seconds to let the endorphins flow through her sated body, appreciating the incredible work he’d done.

No one had ever gotten her off like that, with so much purpose and confidence that they managed to back up with their talent. And she knew, with every fiber of her being, that this wasn’t going to be her only orgasm of the night.

But most importantly, the thought flitting through her orgasm-soaked brain, was that she needed Cam to know that she could give as good as she got.