“Cameron?” My name toppled off her lips in a whine. But my hands were busy moving up, my palms trailing over her skin, fingers reaching her breasts and closing possessively around them. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Make us feel good.”
Us.
I was tipped over the edge.
An incomprehensible sound left my mouth, and I returned her hands to the desk, curving my body over hers. I unzipped her jeans, pushed my hand in, and encountered more of that lace. Making sure I’d touched her only over her panties—or I’d really fucking lose my mind—I trailed my fingers over her folds. “My Adalyn, so wet and perfect.”
Adalyn spasmed beneath me, and my hips thrusted against her ass.
I moved my fingers, exerting pressure when I reached the top, then drawing circles over her clit.
“Out there,” I told her, bringing my other hand to my cock and stroking myself as I stroked her. “You can boss me around. Say the word and I’ll obey. You have me wrapped right around your finger.” I felt her grow restless under my rough touch, the fabric of her panties now drenched. I tunneled into my fist, helplessly pressing my hips into her. “But behind closed doors?” I released us both, turned her around and all but shoved her onto the desk. I moved into her, fitting myself between her open legs. “In here,” I told her, meeting her gaze. I pumped myself into my fist, my knuckles pressing against her folds. We both bit back a groan when my cock grazed her drenched panties. “In here, it’s me who’s in charge.”
Her lips parted with a whimper that I knew was a yes. A please. A confirmation. A green light. And when I resumed moving, jerking into her as I stroked us both, her arms moved around my neck.
“Cameron,” she said, voice beautifully broken.
I pressed my forehead to hers, bucking into her. “Come, love.” I moved, making sure my tip was hitting the right spot with every thrust. “Come and I swear, I’ll fuck you so good and long tonight.”
Adalyn’s whole body spasmed, and I went right behind, spilling all over her belly. She looked down, and her gaze turned as hazy and blissed out as I’d ever seen, making me want to rip her panties off and slip right into her. I’d be hard again in a minute. I’d been permanently hard for days.
But I didn’t. I rested my forehead to hers, and then, I wrapped my arms around her body, bringing her to me. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t help it. I wanted her right there. Beneath me, against me, in my arms. I wanted to be inside this woman, in any way I could.
Her lips touched the corner of my mouth, as if she’d known exactly what I was thinking, and I moved, taking them with a hard and desperate kiss. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. But I stepped back. Without a word, I gently pulled her arms out of her now ruined blouse and cleaned her belly off with it.
With a press of my lips to her temple, I brought her down off the desk and buttoned her jeans. In an ideal world we weren’t in a makeshift office with barely any heating. In that world, practice hadn’t wrapped up and we weren’t supposed to go help set up tonight’s pregame dinner. Instead, I could peel every item of clothing off her body and lick every inch of her. But this wasn’t an ideal world, so I tucked myself into my pants and made myself ignore the way I was already hardening again.
I shrugged my hoodie off. “Arms up,” I told her, and when she lifted them in the air, I slipped it over her head.
“What about you?” I heard muffled against the fabric as I tugged it into place.
I pulled her arms into the sleeves. “I have enough memories of you coming against me to keep me hot for a lifetime.”
Adalyn let out a soft sound I tried my best to ignore. She looked so… mine right this moment. It took my breath away.
“Tonight,” I promised, nostrils flaring.
Adalyn smiled, and it was shy and beautiful and it made me want to beat on my chest. “Tonight.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Adalyn
Tonight.
Tonight was the night. And I’d never felt more unprepared.
Could someone lose their virginity a second time? It wasn’t even like it had been that long since I’d had sex. Or perhaps it was. It all blurred together somehow. Every past experience faded to gray now that I knew what Cameron’s touch felt like.
Tonight was different.
It felt like more.
More than just sex. More than just wanting someone. More than physical attraction.
There was a raw need inside of me that wouldn’t stop making demands. I wanted to be close to Cameron. Closer. I wanted to be kissed and taken and thrown around. I wanted him to look at me like he had earlier today, when his face had gone all soft. But also like he couldn’t wait to eat me whole. I wanted him to give me his slow smile and his frown and his head tilt when he was trying to sneak inside my head. I wanted to make him laugh and for him to call me love not because it was sweet or sexy in that English gruffness, but because no one had ever called me that, and it felt right that only he did. But above all else, I wanted to be wanted by him. Craved. Like someone craved that feeling in your chest that lit everything else up. Like I craved him.