“Good?”
She rubs her lips together. “Yes. Good. I want to unnerve you, Camden. I want to rip away the cold and collected front you put on for everyone else and see what you hide underneath. That way, I can find out what parts you save just for me.”
I shake my head, staring at her for a few drawn-out seconds before rushing to close the distance between us. She helps me close it, her body catapulting into mine as our lips meet in a heated rush of desperation.
Our hands cling and clutch at clothes, limbs, hair, everything. We can’t get enough of one another.
I’ll never have enough of her.
Pippa grabs at the lapels of my shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. She gets the first few undone, pressing her hand against my exposed chest. My heart beats erratically underneath her touch, further proving the words I just confessed.
“Your heart is racing so fast,” she says against my lips, pressing harder.
“It always does that when I’m with you.”
“Good,” she repeats, smiling before leaning in to kiss me again.
I roughly grab her hips. “You think you’re pretty cute saying that word, don’t you?” I’m not gentle as I pull her lip between my teeth and pull, stretching it out slightly.
“Maybe.” Her hands drift lower.
Her yelp echoes off the walls when I spin her, pushing her hips into the lip of the island. “I tell you that you’re driving me fucking mad—stitching yourself to every single one of my thoughts—and your response is good?”
I reach around her, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. I don’t take my time pulling the fabric down her hips, down her legs, coaxing her to step out of each pant leg before I toss the jeans to the side.
She wears a red thong, the same color as the roses I got her. It’s so goddamn sexy, cutting through her ass cheeks, teasing me as the perfect globes just ache for attention. I kiss above the high-rise fabric on her hips, kissing along the path the thong travels. “I tell you that my heart skips a beat, completely against my will, every time I’m near you, and you have the nerve to say good.”
I nip at her soft skin, earning a moan from her. “I’m beginning to hate that word,” I mutter against her. “I want more from you, shortcake. I want it all.”
Her hips arch as I trail my hand up between her thighs. She steps apart of her own accord, widening her stance so I have better access to her sweet cunt. “Good.” She moans when my fingers pull at the fabric between her round, perfect ass cheeks.
I smack her ass, the sound of my skin against hers ringing loud in the small space. “Two can play this game,” I say, admiring the red mark I just put on her skin. I do it again, my cock stiffening at the loud moan from Pippa. She jolts, knocking over a bowl full of flour, which falls to the ground in a cloud of white powder until it covers both of us.
The mess doesn’t bother me. I wipe away the flour on her ass, annoyed by it obstructing my view of the red marks I’ve left on her ass cheeks.
“Camden,” she moans as I kiss the slightly raised skin, wanting to ease the sting.
“You like that, don’t you?” I note, letting my hand drift between her legs. The fabric of her thong is soaked through. “Being punished for being a defiant little slut.”
Her head falls forward, her fingertips going white from gripping the island so hard. “I—” Her words cut off when I sneak a finger underneath the triangle of fabric, running it through her wetness.
Goddamn. She’s soaking wet.
“I, I—” she stammers, her back arching further from my touch. “I’m so wet,” she finishes.
She can’t see me, but I smirk. “Good.” My finger slips inside her, inching in achingly slow.
“I know you’re feeling what I’m feeling, baby.” I slide another finger in, relishing in the way she tightens around my two fingers. “You can feel proud giving me one-word answers, thinking you have all the power. I’ll let you have your fun.” I nip at the meaty part of her ass, leaving a love bite next to my palm print. “Because your body speaks to me. It gives you away. We’re in this together.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she bites, pushing her ass into me.
I shake my head. Fuck. I like it when she talks back. “Keep talking back to me, baby. It turns me on.” I slide my fingers out of her, a small punishment for having the nerve to do it despite how hard it makes me.
She moans in annoyance, looking over her shoulder with anger in her eyes. “Don’t stop.”