The Long Game (Long Game, #1)(96)

A reckless sound left me in response, something inside of me overpowering all sense, making me sink and push and stroke myself against his length with utmost desperate need.

“Let’s see how sweet you come,” he rasped in my ear, accompanying my motions with his hips. My whole body was trembling now, pulsing with every rough drive of our hips. My hands started moving, desperately seeking ways to get rid of whatever was between us. I tugged at his jacket, at mine, wanting to tear them apart. Make them disappear. One of Cameron’s hands snatched my wrists. “Ride me like this,” he ordered, voice impossibly dark.

He released my hands for an instant, but only to bring them behind my back. My body arched with the change, my hips shifted, and his length rubbed right against my clit. “I need to feel you,” I mumbled. I wasn’t even talking about the grip he had on my hands. I wanted him. “I need to feel your skin.”

“I’m not taking a single thing off you or me,” he whispered against my mouth. “What did I tell you, huh, love?” He thrust his hips, pushing me further and further into him. “I’m a little mean when I have to be. Now, lift your hips and make yourself come against me.”

I thought a noise—a sound I should have recognized—came from somewhere around us. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t when a stream of moans was leaving my throat. When I was too lost to this, to us, to care. So I swayed against Cameron, obeying his demand and getting lost in every inch of him that was now roughly rubbing against my clit. Oh God. “Cameron?” I whimpered.

“Let go, love,” he said with such desperation, such need, that it tipped me closer to the edge. His free hand trailed down my back, reaching my ass, his palm pressing, pushing my hips to ride him faster. Harder. “I want you to let go and show me how fucking bright you burn.”

An explosion took place behind my eyelids, my whole body turning into nothing but a bundle of nerves, vibrating, pulsing with release so intense that I thought it would never come to an end.

“Fuck,” Cameron whispered, letting go of my wrists and ass to bring his hands to my face. He pulled me in, placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, letting his forehead rest on mine.

I hummed, feeling depleted and numb, letting all my weight fall on him. I reopened my eyes, realizing only then that I’d closed them at some point. Cameron’s nostrils flared. His mouth parted with a rough exhale. I moved my hands over his chest, feeling how hard he was breathing.

I met his gaze, that deep shade of green swirling with need. I wanted to see him. I wanted to—

Cameron kissed me again. Hard and soft, all at once. I melted against him, my hands seeking, going down his chest, and reaching the edge of his coat. I slipped my fingers underneath, just like I couldn’t before, and hooked my thumbs on the loops of his pants. “Ah, love,” he breathed out, followed by a humorless laugh. “I’m not fucking you in the middle of the woods.”

I tugged at his pants, releasing a breath. “But only I finished. I owe you an orgasm.”

“You don’t owe me a single thing.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then lowered his voice to a dark rasp, “I promise to come as hard as I’ve ever done when I’m finally inside you. But not here.”

My throat worked, the sweet taste of happiness and possibility making my lips turn up. I bit back on the smile. “Presumptuous of you to think that that’s in the cards for you.”

That lopsided grin took shape. “Foolish of you to think that I’m not still playing the long game here.”

My face fell, my heart jumping to my throat. I stared back at him, trying to squash the hope in my gut, the need to demand that he really mean those words. “Cam—”

My phone rang. And I… Had it done that before? I was vaguely aware.

With a grunt, Cameron stretched his arm and pulled the device out of the front pocket of the backpack.

He handed it to me, and I picked up the call without breaking eye contact with him.

Foolish of you to think that I’m not still playing the long game here.

How long? I wanted to ask. How—

Josie’s voice came through the line, but I was so focused on Cameron’s eyes, on the eruption of hope and fear in my chest, that I wasn’t making out any of her words. Not until a certain phrase slipped through.

“What?” I blurted out, snapping right back into the real world. “What do you mean my mother is here?”





CHAPTER THIRTY



Adalyn


Cameron pulled up a few feet before Josie’s Joint.

He killed the engine, and the silence that filled the car made it easier for me to hear my heart beating in my chest. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

His palm fell on my thigh again, heavy and warm, and my whole body awoke at the touch. Goodness me, is this what adolescence should have felt like? This restlessness, this sultry warmth climbing up and down my bloodstream, this… horniness.

“What are you sorry about, love?” the man beside me asked, like I didn’t have about a hundred reasons to apologize.

“Because you organized a beautiful night, and instead of gazing at the stars, I somehow managed to babble at you, leave you sexually frustrated, and get you to pick up my mother.”

He shook off a laugh that made me glance at him. Ugh, he was really so handsome when he smiled like that. “I thought I’d made myself clear…” he said, throwing his door open.