Page 60 of Hard Rock Sin

I scrambled to climb on top of him, knocking him back against the bed. He caught himself on his elbows with a laugh. I hovered over him, straddling his hips.

"So eager," he teased, taking note of my enthusiasm.

With Cameron lying back, I could feel the press of his hardening length against the zipper of his jeans. Could feel his length pressed against my core.

My face was flushed, my breathing rapid. The wetness between my legs was becoming a distraction. I wanted him. I wanted everything he had to give me.

But this was completely new to me. As excited as I was, as eager as I was, slight waves of apprehension started to tingle inside me. The tips of my fingers went cold as my nerves began to get the best of me.

"Hey." Cameron sat up and took my face in both hands.

I looked down, avoiding his eyes, ashamed. I wanted to do this. I'd practically jumped on him. I didn't know why I was so nervous.

"Lily, look at me."

I lifted my head to meet his eyes. Cameron examined me closely. I dug my fingers into the bedsheets.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Let's go back to the party," he said.

I blinked at the non sequitur. "What?"

"We can go jump in the pool." He gave me a crooked smile. "To cool off."

My breath hitched. Tears stung the back of my eyes. I threw my arms around his neck. He caught me by the waist.

"Thank you."

He cocked his head. "For what?"

"For understanding. For not pushing things."

He took my hands in his. He pressed kisses to my fingertips. "I will never push you into something you're not ready for."

"I thought I was ready. I don't know why I'm so nervous."

"It's okay to be nervous your first time." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Want to go back and enjoy the party?"

I looked down at our joined hands. I was still straddling his lap.

He was still hard.

I was still wet.

I gathered my courage.

"Can we go slow?"

Chapter Nineteen

Cameron'sblue eyes darkened with heat at my request.

"You sure?" He cradled my face in his hands and gave me a probing look. "I don't ever want you to feel pressured."

"I'm not." I leaned forward and kissed him once, softly. "I want to be with you."

"You have no fucking idea how much I want you," he murmured against my lips.