Page 31 of Best Laid Plans (Rock Harbor #1)

“I’ve barely seen you this week,” he said against her neck.

“The apartment is lonely.” His words wrapped around Elle’s heart and squeezed, and then her stomach bottomed out when he added, “Do you know that you didn’t even take your shirt off when we had sex?

I’ve been fantasizing about your tits all week, Elle.

All fucking week, wondering how incredible they’ll feel in my hands.

In my mouth.” He ghosted his fingers across her nipple, hard and tight with want, visible through her shirt.

She was half-a-second away from letting him hike her skirt up and fuck her right here on the tennis court when Chelsea’s piercing voice cut through the buzz in her ears. “You fucking forfeit, Elle. I’m not standing here indefinitely to watch your boyfriend paw at you.”

Chelsea’s words had to be a projection of how her own boyfriend touched her, which Elle could confirm with one-hundred-percent confidence from her years with Grant.

Clumsy. Selfish. Completely out of touch that good sex was supposed to be a two-person endeavor.

There was no way she could be talking about Cam, who was playing every nerve ending in her body like he was a maestro and she was his favorite tune.

He pressed his hard cock against her and she forgot how to breathe, could barely talk except to let out a stuttered, “Cam,” against his mouth.

The door on the gate next to them slammed shut. “I’m calling security. Perverts,” Chelsea said as she disappeared past the overgrown hedges that created a privacy barrier between each of the courts.

Elle smiled against Cam’s lips then, adrenaline coursing through her, the tennis briefs she wore under her skirt already soaked.

And then, she laughed. She pulled Cam closer, running her hands up his arms and over his shoulders and through his hair.

It felt like she was free falling, unable to believe what they’d just been doing, who she’d just been doing it with, and that, for the life of her, she really wouldn’t have cared if security showed up in a minute to escort them off the property.

Her hands settled around the back of his neck, and she ran her fingers against the soft, buzzed hair right at the base.

His eyes were dark, the want still clear in them, their lips only an inch apart.

“ I didn’t expect you to play your part so well, Cam.

I didn’t expect you to be playing it at all right now. ”

“I’m not that good of an actor,” he said gruffly, his voice husky with need.

Well, if Cam wanted to fuck her again, she was going to do everything in her power to help that happen. “I thought this was a one-time only thing? What’s changed?”

“It’s simple. I’ve gone four days without tasting you, and I can’t stand it anymore.” She looked for a hint of regret in his eyes, but she couldn’t find any.

She pulled his hips against her so that she could feel his cock, still hard and ready. “When do you have to be back in the kitchen?”

His hands drifted down to her thighs, and he inched up her skirt.

His fingertips trailed heat across her skin, but it paled in comparison to the insisting throbbing in her center.

She needed relief. Needed Cam to be the one to give it to her.

“A few minutes. I won’t have time to do what I really want to do. ”

Her head tilted back against the fence, and she allowed herself to be bracketed up by his body. “And what’s that?”

He wrapped a hand around one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Bend you over every available surface and fuck you senseless.” His other hand came up to rest against her chest, and he rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers. “Lick your beautiful tits.”

She moaned as he let go of her ass with his own sound of anguish. “You can’t–”

“I’m not going to leave you, baby. Let me take care of you,” Cam said with confidence, a sincerity in his voice that sparked all kinds of emotions she wouldn’t consider.

“Cam. Please,” she begged as his fingers ghosted across her shorts. He’d hiked her skirt up around her hips, and she didn’t care how lewd this was. How it would look to anyone who walked in. She needed him to relieve the urgency building and building and building–

He pulled her shorts down to her thighs quickly, so they kept her legs close together, and she felt the warm air against her pussy.

She wished that she could stretch her legs wider, desperate for Cam to fill her.

A garbled sound came out of her mouth that was meant to be a plea, but it was swallowed by Cam’s unexpected kiss.

He didn’t waste any time. He slid his finger up and down her slit, which became quickly and obscenely coated with her wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet, Elle. For me,” he said, pulling back. His jaw was hard, his eyes on fire as they stared into her own. She nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He stilled his fingers just as he was about to encircle her clit. “I want to know that it’s for me. All mine.”

“I’m wet for you, Cam. It’s all for you.” She meant every letter, every syllable, every word.

And like those were the magic words, he was everywhere, all at once.

His thumb rubbed focused circles on her clit as he easily slid two fingers into her, pumping against her methodically.

When he’d hit as deep as he could go, he’d curl his fingers upward, and it made her feel like her body was expanding and contracting at the same time.

He filled her, fully, and all she could do was wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and go along for the ride.

She hooked one of her legs as far up his hip as it could go, and he bracketed her in place.

Even if she desperately wished that it was his cock pumping in and out of her, to her body, it didn’t seem to matter.

Her orgasm was already building, like a string getting tighter and tighter until it sna– “I’m coming,” she moaned into his shoulder before she bit at his t-shirt clad skin to stifle her scream.

Waves of pleasure wracked through her, over and over and over, as she realized that Cam continued to fuck her with his fingers.

The dull-throb in her clit that should signal a post-orgasm comedown was nowhere to be found, replaced with the feeling that she was on a roller coaster heading toward the top of a peak. “Cam–”

“You can have enough orgasms for both of us,” Cam grunted, his cock straining against her whenever he pushed into her.

God, she wanted to touch him. Drop to her knees and wrap her lips around every inch of him, to make him feel this weightless, out-of-control feeling rocketing through her.

She wanted to worship the long lines of muscle that were now stretching against his shirt.

She wanted to scratch him and leave marks on his back and his shoulders and his chest so that he thought about her every single day for as long as it took for them to heal.

She came with a sob that wrecked her whole body, as her second orgasm hurtled through her, stronger than the first. When it had run its course, Cam’s fingers guiding her through it, she tried to put her foot back on the ground, but it felt like her legs were made of Jello.

“I’ve got you.” Devastatingly soft words to match the way he was cradling her in place, holding her up like she was weightless. He swiped a few tendrils of hair away from her face. “I’ve got you.”

When Elle could finally string a coherent sentence together, she tried to make it count. “So, not a one time thing then?”

He looked at her then, his irises expanded so that the green of his eyes was barely a halo.

There was so much need written across his face.

Soaked into his voice. Throbbing in his pants.

Elle already knew that this thing between them wasn’t going to go away just because they wanted to put it in a box and forget about it.

“I tried to be good, Elle, but this just feels so much better.”

She laid her head against his chest, breathing in his slightly sweaty scent, trying not to overthink what this meant. “I love it when we agree on something.”