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KELLY

" I fucking knew it."

"What?" I stare up at Cam, confused and overwhelmed and more than a little scared. "You knew who it was?"

"Well, not exactly," he admits, running a hand through his dark hair, his muscles flexing and rippling as he does so.

He's in just a thin white T-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans, but his presence is massive.

Even without him touching me, his nearness is soothing and arousing at the same time.

"I talked to some guy at the hardware store with that name, and he seemed … weird. Something just felt off. He's a slick motherfucker, I'll give him that, and he did a good job lying, but … he was shopping for a rope."

I feel immediately sick, and my legs feel like jello. Cam must see me wobble because he steps forward and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"Whoa," he says, "Easy, there. "

"You don't think he was...?" I can't even bring myself to say it.

"I can't be sure, Kelly, but..." Cam sighs, and the puff of air stirs the fine baby hairs on my forehead. "The chance that it's the same person is too high. I'm going to stay here with you."

"What?!"

He gives me a look, his hazel eyes stern. "If this is your ex-stalker, you're in danger. I'm not letting you sleep alone tonight. You can have your bed and I'll sleep on the floor, but there's no way I'm leaving."

"Cam, that's not necessary."

"It is. And I'd be an asshole to leave you vulnerable."

His words fill my chest with longing. I look up at him, and he's still so close, so warm, so handsome … and his mouth is only a breath away.

It would be so easy to stand on my toes and press my lips against his. But would he push me away? Or would he pull me close, and kiss me back, and maybe…?

I shiver at the thought.

"Cold?"

"No, just nervous."

Cam's gaze turns serious, and he tips my chin up so our eyes meet. "I won't let anything happen to you, Kelly. Not while I'm here. I'll die before I let that man hurt you."

"Oh," I whisper, the intensity of his promise way too strong for how little we know of each other.

Why does it feel like I've known this man my entire life?

All of his muscles are stiff, especially his hands on my waist, but there isn't an ounce of fear in me regarding Cam. "Are you okay? You seem tense."

His chuckle is low and startlingly seductive, and I feel his fingers flex against my skin. I inhale sharply as he says, "It's just … I'll keep you sa fe, baby, but I've also gotta keep myself in line. You're hell on a man's nerves, you know that?"

"What?" I blink up at him, confused.

"Jesus, Kelly," he mutters, and then his mouth crashes down on mine.

I freeze, shocked, but almost immediately melt against his body and let him take possession of my mouth.

Cam's lips are warm and soft, but there's a hunger behind his kiss that makes my heart race.

His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, and I part them for him, moaning softly when his tongue invades my mouth.

He kisses me like he's starving, and I cling to him, kissing him back, loving the feeling of his stubble against my skin, and the way his muscles are coiled tight, as if he's fighting to control himself.

When we break apart, my cheeks are flushed, and Cam is panting, his pupils dilated and his expression fierce. "Kelly, I?—"

I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head, throwing it to the side and baring my breasts to him. They're heavy and full, the nipples pebbled, and I see his throat work as he swallows hard.

"Kelly," he whispers. He cups my tits in his big, warm hands, and I sigh as pleasure courses through my body.

His thumbs brush across the nipples, and I exhale, reaching out to brace myself against the wall.

Cam drops his head and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of one, then the other, and my pussy clenches.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "God, I can't stop thinking about you. When I saw you standing on the porch in that thin robe, it took all of my self-control not to touch you right then."

"Oh," I breathe. "Oh, please touch me now, Cam."

I've never done anything so spontaneous, so out of character for me, but Cam makes me want to throw caution to the wind.

He came to save me the second I called, and when he touches me, I feel things I've never felt before.

He makes me feel needy, and I know the only thing that will help is his hands on me.

The fact that I'm a virgin barely matters now, as long as his lips keep pressed to mine and his fingers keep plucking at my nipples.

"Kelly," he rumbles, breaking the connection and pressing his forehead to mine. "I want you so damned bad, baby, but I don't know if you're ready for how things will be if we fuck. I don't do casual."

"I'm not asking for casual."

He groans, and his fingers still work my breasts, making it hard to think.

"It's more than that. I keep what's mine, and if I have you, I'm not letting go.

You're going to be my baby girl, and I'd be your daddy.

Every time we're in bed, or on the floor, or with you bent over the couch, that's what I'd expect you to call me.

Understand? That's what I'd need from you. "

I’m stunned, and it takes a second for me to find my words. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious. I'm not into half-assed or whatever else. If you're with me, it's all or nothing. You'll be mine, and I'll be yours, and that's that. And I'll be responsible for you, in every way."

I don’t even need to think it over. If a name is all he needs to keep making me feel this good, I’ll gladly give it to him. "Oh, Daddy," I sigh, and the way he sucks in a breath is like music to my ears. "That sounds … perfect. Exactly what I want."

"You sure about that, baby girl?" he asks, his hands dropping to my hips, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic waistband.

"I'm sure," I whisper, gasping as his fingers find the wetness pooling between my thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Cam hisses, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. My bare breasts are pressed against his hot, broad back, and I'm still wearing my tiny shorts, but they do little to hide my arousal .

Cam takes me upstairs and lays me gently on the bed.

"I'll go slow," he promises. "It'll be good, baby. I'll make you feel so good."

"Yes, please, Daddy," I whimper. "I want it. I want you."

His eyes burn into mine, and when he leans down to kiss me, he's more careful this time, but still dominant, still hungry. "Then spread your legs, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you."

I bite my lip and obey, and he smiles, the expression wicked and delicious.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Cam growls. "That's my girl. I'm gonna eat this sweet little cunt until you scream."

All I can do is swallow, my mouth having gone dry. When Cam drops his hands to my knees, my legs shake from nerves and anticipation. Calling him Daddy is one thing, having him put his mouth on my pussy is something else altogether.

He pulls my shorts off, leaving me completely naked, and I gasp as his fingers slip through the folds of my pussy. He circles the opening, teasing me, and when his thumb brushes against the swollen nub of my clit, I buck up off the bed, gasping.

"Sensitive, huh, baby?" He grins, and then his hand is gone and his face is between my legs.

My eyes fly wide, and I cry out as his tongue licks up my center, his hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart and keeping me spread.

"Delicious," he murmurs, and his hot breath against my sex makes me squirm.

He keeps his face there, and his tongue goes back to work, licking and lapping and teasing.

I gasp, clawing at the sheets, and when his mouth closes around my clit, his tongue swirling against the sensitive bud, I can barely catch my breath .

I've never felt anything like it, and Cam isn't shy about taking everything he wants. He teases, but only a little, licking and sucking at me hungrily.

"Cam!"

"Uh-uh," he murmurs, lifting his head and looking me in the eye. "Who am I, Kelly?"

"Daddy," I gasp, "but?—"

He smirks and dives back in, and my whole body writhes against the sheets. The pleasure is so sharp and strong that it feels like a coiled wire in my belly, tightening with each brush of his lips or clever tongue.

Everything is bliss until he slips one finger into my dripping entrance.

At first, it just adds to how wonderful everything feels, but his finger is so thick, and I'm tighter than I expected.

Cam works it in slowly, but when he reaches a certain point, there is the slightest burning sensation, and he stops.

"Kelly..." Cam's voice is cautious, but I whimper at this loss of his mouth on my core. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

"Yes," I pant, my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm a virgin."

"Ah."

He doesn't move his finger, and when I open my eyes, rising onto my elbows, his face is carefully neutral. Then he smiles ferociously, and it's an intensely satisfied smile.

"That's perfect, baby girl," he says. "Your daddy is going to take good care of you. We're just going to have to go a lot slower."

With that, he lowers his head, and his tongue swirls around the hard nub of my clit once more, distracting me enough to relax.

The new angle allows me to watch everything he does, and it only cranks my arousal up higher.

I pant and clutch at the sheets. His tongue and lips bring me closer and closer to release, but I have a feeling he’s not done with me quite yet.

"Please," I whine, my thighs trembling, my entire body feeling like it's about to explode.

Cam chuckles and lifts his head. "Do you want to come, baby girl?"

"Yes," I whisper, nodding emphatically.

"Then you're going to have to let Daddy in."

Cam teases my pussy with two fingers this time, and when he slides them in, I almost jump out of my skin.

It's tight, so tight, but the stretch is addicting, and as his lips wrap around my clit again, the pleasure drowns out any pain or discomfort.

When he breaches the barrier from before, the pinch of pain is barely a flicker in my mind compared to all the incredible feelings.

His tongue moves faster, flicking and licking and driving me closer and closer, until the dam bursts.

I fall apart, screaming and writhing, and Cam's arm is iron against my thighs, holding me down and still as he continues to devour me through every bit of my release. The pleasure is like a storm, overtaking me, owning every bit of me.

"Good girl," he rumbles when I can finally catch my breath. Cam lifts his head, and his smile is so proud it makes me feel all gooey inside.

I'm a mess, sweaty and panting, and when he withdraws his fingers, I whine, my pussy clenching on empty space.

"Oh, baby," he whispers. "I've got so much more to give you, but not tonight." He climbs up into the bed with me and pulls me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. "We're not taking that next step until you're absolutely certain. Understand?"

"But I'm sure," I mumble, even though my eyes are drifting closed. "I'm very, very sure. "

Cam chuckles. "Not tonight, baby girl. You're exhausted."

"But—"

"Nope." He presses a kiss to my forehead and tugs the blanket over both of us. "Get some rest, sweetheart. Daddy's got you."

"Mm, ‘kay," I mumble. He's right, and I'm too tired to argue. While Cam strokes my skin, the world slips away, and I fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.

I would be content to sleep in, but Cam is apparently an early riser, whether I like it or not.

When he shifts beside me and sits up, I groan and pull the blanket over my head. I hear him chuckle, and he pats me on the ass affectionately.

"No reason for you to get up, baby," he rumbles. "I'm going to go for a run and go home to shower. Call me when you're up, alright?"

"Okay."

"I'll lock the door behind me and make sure all the windows are shut and locked. Get some more sleep."

"Bye," I mutter, hearing the front door close a few minutes later.

My body is pleasantly sore from the night before, and Cam made sure I was comfortable and happy. Still, I can't help but wish he stayed here with me, so we can continue exploring what we started last night.

Maybe later today.

With that thought, I drift back off to sleep, and the next time I wake, it's because the smell of bacon wafts up the stairs .

I stretch and climb out of bed, slipping the thin robe over my cami and pajama shorts, and follow the smell.

When I enter the kitchen, Cam is standing by the stove with a plate full of bacon and a bowl full of scrambled eggs. His hair is damp and messy from his shower, and the T-shirt he's wearing is a little damp as well.

"Good morning," he says, turning around and giving me a crooked grin. "I got impatient waiting for you to get up, so I decided to make you breakfast." His tone is teasing, and I stick my tongue out at him, making him laugh.

"Thanks," I say. "I'll make you breakfast next time, er, if you want to come back, I mean."

The look Cam gives me is hungry, and my body responds, the familiar ache starting between my legs.

"I'd love to, baby," he says.

"I'll get plates," I say, turning toward the cabinet. Cam grabs the spatula, and when we're both seated at the table, we fill our plates and dig in.

"This is delicious," I say, my mouth half full. Cam's lips quirk, and I swallow, blushing. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he laughs. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," I reply, smiling. "I really did."

"Me too."

He reaches out and places his hand on mine, and I can see the tension in his shoulders. His energy has changed. There’s something he wants to say, I just know it.

"What's wrong? "

"After my run, I walked your property to see if there was any sign that someone had been trying to break in last night.

" Cam puts his phone on the table and slides it towards me.

On the screen is a picture of dirt with two distinctive footprints in it.

My insides go cold. "This was below the window next to the front door.

Your instincts were right. Someone was here. "