Page 19 of Pretty Desperate (Pine Village #6)

JILLIAN

W ho is the bold, brave woman?

No one—me included—would ever think it was me, standing in front of Kameron in my underwear, waiting on him to catch up.

Definitely not my ex-husband, Davis. Not that I want to think about him right now, but I never felt this bold with him, and we were married.

I let him lead. Not to mention, he would have already had the lights out by now.

Lights out and socks still on because his feet were always cold every time we had sex.

But not Kameron.

His eyes are devouring me like I’m a prime piece of steak and he hasn’t eaten in days. He runs his hand over his mouth as he continues to stare at me. His eyes are so intense, it’s a little unnerving. “I’m afraid to look away.”

I glance down, taking in my less than perfect stomach and my curvy hips. You can definitely tell I own a bakery, even though I try to eat healthy and work out when I can. “Why?”

“I’m terrified you might disappear. Like this was all a dream. No, a fantasy.”

Feeling that bravado return, I step forward and place my hands on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Kam. Promise.”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His palm is warm as he brushes it against my hip, sliding along my skin and resting on my lower back. I move closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my chest to his. He claims my mouth once more, the kiss instantly turning ravenous.

When he rips his mouth from mine and sucks in a greedy gulp of air, he murmurs, “I’m going to touch you, Jillian.”

“Yes, please,” I practically beg, the words coming out in a pant.

His hand slips between my legs, brushing against the apex of my thighs.

Pleasure zings through my veins as his fingers connect with the spot I ache.

He gently pushes my panties to the side, and then he’s finally there.

There. His long, very deft fingers glide easily over my clit, causing my hips to buck forward from the contact.

I lean against the wall and let his masterful fingers explore.

He slips one inside my body, quickly followed by a second.

The stretch is intense, but the pleasure is unparallel to anything else.

He places gentle kisses against my neck, his tongue dancing against my skin and driving me absolutely crazy.

Then, his palm makes contact with my clit, and I see stars. It’s hard to breathe, hard to think, his touch is all-consuming. “Are you going to come, Jilly?”

My eyes are closed, and all I can do is think about how amazing this feels. It’s been so long since something other than my vibrator has touched me down there. “I think I just might.”

I can feel his lips curl upward in a smile as they kiss just below my ear.

Knowing I’m close, he seems to double down on his efforts.

His thumb circles my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, while his fingers move, gently pumping inside of me.

My orgasm builds, and all I can do is enjoy the climb and fall.

And fall I do.

The moment my climax hits, I feel like I’m flying, floating in a sea of clouds and bliss. That’s the only way to describe it. I cry out and the waves wash over me. He doesn’t stop either. Kameron draws out every ounce of release I possess until I’m all but boneless and sated against the wall.

“I want to do that again,” he murmurs. “Feeling you come on my fingers was the highlight of my night.”

I clear my throat, trying to find the strength to talk. “Well, I definitely give you a gold star.”

He snorts. “Perfect. I do love earning stars.” He places another kiss against my lips. “Wonder what else I can earn a gold star on.”

“I have ideas,” I tell him, hoping sex with Kameron is just as spectacular. Reaching out, I cup his erection through his jeans. “It involves this.”

He hisses as I apply a little more pressure with my hand. I run my palm against the length of him, feeling the moisture from his precum seep through the denim. “You keep doing that, darlin’, and this will be over before it gets good.”

I release my hold on him and take a step back to give him a little space.

He toes off his own shoes and tosses his socks off to the side.

Then, he releases the button on his jeans and lowers the zipper.

I swear that noise echoes louder than ever before.

It’s the only sound in the room. Before he can slide them off, I step forward and grab his shirt.

I lift, watching as his muscular, tanned skin comes into full view.

He helps remove the shirt the rest of the way, and my fingers are drawn to his chest like a magnet.

He's hard and soft at the same time. Kameron doesn’t have a six-pack, but I can see definition, feel his abs beneath my touch. He takes care of his body when he can, considering he has a pretty demanding job.

I take a step back as he removes his jeans, and I’m left dumbstruck by the sight of him. He’s wearing boxer briefs that leave little to the imagination. His cock is hard, long, and ready.

And so am I.

Kameron walks over to his nightstand and pulls a condom from the drawer.

He tosses it on the bed before turning his intense gaze back to me.

With his blue eyes glued to me, he slips his boxer briefs down his legs and grabs the condom.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. I’ve never wanted to take someone in my mouth more than I want him, but I can’t seem to make my legs work.

Instead, I just stand here and stare, watching as he rips open the condom and covers his erection.

Then, he’s slowly making his way to where I stand.

With each step he takes, I grow wetter with need, my body flushed and humming with anticipation.

“Let’s get you the rest of the way naked,” he suggests, reaching for the waistband of my panties.

Before he removes them, however, he meets my gaze and asks, “Yes?”

“Yes,” I quickly blurt out, praying he doesn’t back out now.

He gives me a wink and slides my panties down to my ankles.

As I step out of them, he reaches back and releases the clasp for my bra, causing it to drop around my elbows.

When that too is on the floor, he pulls my naked body against his and kisses me.

It’s a deep, all-consuming kiss, one that promises good things yet to come.

His hands are everywhere I need them to be, yet I still crave more.

They work their way around to my backside, cupping and drawing me closer.

With one swift lift, I’m being hoisted in the air, pressed firmly against the wall of his bedroom.

My legs snake around his waist, his erection trapped between our bodies.

I grind against it, the pleasure flooding my body.

“Ever been fucked against the wall?” he murmurs, those penetrating orbs of his holding me hostage.

Every sexual encounter I’ve ever had flashes before my eyes.

Sadly, there’s not an incredibly high number, the number of guys I’ve been with can be counted on one hand.

And Davis wasn’t one to lift me up and fuck me against a wall.

No, he was a missionary position guy, maybe the occasional flip where I was on top.

But the times I suggested doggy-style I got a look that suggested I need to head straight to church and repent for my sins.

With a quick clear of my throat, I confirm, “No. No, I haven’t.”

He grins mischievously as he pulls back enough to put a little space between us. “I’ll hold you up,” he says, using his arms to lift me.

I reach between us, which isn’t as easy to do as I expected, since he can’t move his arms, but I eventually get him lined up at my opening. Then, in unison, he gently lowers me down while I angle my hips. I feel every inch of his cock slowly start to fill me. “Oh, fuck,” I groan.

It’s a tight fit—an incredibly, amazing tight fit.

He takes my lips with his and slides his tongue along mine.

The distraction allows my body to relax and his cock to move a little deeper until he’s completely seated inside me.

He stops, holding completely still, while he gives me a few moments to adjust to the invasion.

When I open my eyes, I can tell he’s struggling. A sweat has broken out on his forehead and his jaw is tight. His entire body is rigid, like he’s afraid to move. I run my hand up his cheek. “I’m okay, Kam.”

“You sure?” he asks, his eyes full of concern. “I don’t want to move until you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready. Very ready,” I assure him, rolling my hips. My clit brushes against his pubis, sending a shockwave of desire through me. “Move.”

And he does.

Kameron carefully lifts me up without dislodging himself and brings me back down.

His pace starts to increase, my back pushes into the wall for leverage.

All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.

He thrusts hard as I roll my hips. I can feel another orgasm brewing.

I can feel the head of his cock brushing against my G-spot.

My limbs start to shake as we move together, both chasing a common goal.

“Let go, Jilly,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my shoulder. It’s a featherlight touch but causes an eruption.

I feel myself tighten as I come hard. Kameron groans in my ear, his body thrusting up as he brings me down on him. He stills before pumping a few times, short, measured movements as our releases start to subside. My entire body is floating, even though I’m sure I must be nothing but dead weight.

Before he puts me down, I relax the back of my head against the wall, and he kisses me once more. This one is much more leisurely, as if we have all the time in the world to make out like teenagers.

“Gold star,” I murmur when we both come up for air.

He chuckles, a low, gravelly sound that makes his cock flex inside me. “The highest honor,” he replies, careful to slowly lower me down to the floor.