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On My Knees (Bridge #1)(62)
Author: Meredith Wild

I leaned forward, caught her arms, and urged her up beside me. Her movements didn’t stop then. She spread soft kisses across my shoulder, my neck, her tongue sliding over my skin the same way it’d just tantalized me before.

I pulled back, desperate to stop the reeling in my mind.

“Stop. I seriously can’t take it. You’re driving me crazy.”

She laughed quietly. “Best b******b ever?”

I leaned my head back, still struggling to catch my breath. “Definitely. You f*****g own me.”

Her lips turned up into a pleased smile, delight glittering in her eyes. She had the appearance of a smug feline. I pulled her tight to my side, our lips nearly touching. I slid my hand between her thighs again. She brushed me away.

“Let me touch you. I want to see you come.”

She touched a finger to my lips. “Tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Yes, you can. Tomorrow, I promise, you can make me come all you want.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

CAMERON. She’d lied. Tomorrow was eaten up with another long workday that stole her from me. We’d agreed to meet at the Christmas party, but at the last minute, I decided I wasn’t having that. I needed to see her before sharing her attentions with a group of stuffy strangers.

Eli opened the door and met me with wide-eyed surprise. “Hey, Cameron. She’s in there getting ready.” He motioned to the bedroom.

A quiet surge of satisfaction went through me as I passed into her bedroom. F*****g finally. Maya stood in front of a long mirror on the wall, in her partially zipped up cocktail dress. She stared at me in the reflection of her dresser mirror as she put her earrings in.

“What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting there?”

I tossed my coat onto the bed and came up behind her.

“Not my style. Plus, I wouldn’t want anyone to think you were just using me as your stand-in boyfriend to help increase your chances for a promotion.”

Her red lips curled into a smile. “That begs the question. What do we call you? I’ll likely have to introduce you to a few people.”

I traced my index finger down her back and over the clasp of her bra, only a little tempted to unhook it. I was early, after all.

“Let’s see. How about impressive? I like the sound of that. Of course, I was having some pretty intense thoughts about your lips when the words came through them.”

I bent to her, pressing a kiss to her neck. Her quickened pulse flickered under my lips. The floral scent of her perfume filled my lungs, a dizzying potent aroma that brought back so many memories. She shivered under my touch, the small reaction tempting me further.

I straightened, reminding myself not to get too far ahead of myself. “Want me to zip you?”

“Please.”

I obliged, regretting that we weren’t moving in the other direction. She spun to face me. Her gaze darted over me, her lips parting slightly.

“You look good too,” I murmured, having a strong sense of our mirrored appreciation of each other tonight. “Delectable actually.” I leaned into kiss her, but she evaded me.

“You’re going to get me all wound up before we even get out the door.”

“Fine by me,” I muttered, unable to keep my hands from exploring every curve of her body over the satin of her dress. She caught my roaming hands, but I only pulled her closer, eliminating any doubt as to the effect she had on my body.

“Seriously, what are we calling you?” The words wavered as she spoke them.

I traced a faint line across her cheek and down her jaw. “I think boyfriend will do for now.”

My eyes fixed on her plump pink lips and the wicked things she could do with her mouth. I traced the lower curve. At the sight of her tongue’s movement, impulsively I pushed my finger inside. Her lips closed around me, her tongue laving over the sensitive pad before giving it a hard suck.

My grip on her tightened, my arousal pressed fiercely into her hip. “F**k me, how long is this thing?”

She hummed, her mouth curving into a grin as I retreated. “A few hours, max.”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes until you’re under me.”

“Eager, are we?”

“That’s simply not the right word.”

“Desperate?”

“Possibly.”

“And what are you desperate for?” she whispered, brushing her lips against mine.

F*****g hell. She was going to regret asking me that.

I kissed her hard, delving into her mouth, mimicking the motions I wanted to lavish upon her elsewhere.

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