"I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you." She was still looking down, but she squeezed my hand.
"It's okay. I understand," she said quietly.
"I lied when I said I didn't want you." She looked up at me. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't know how or where to start.
"Why would you do that?" she asked.
"I was angry, and I don't know, I wanted to stay that way. I was hurt, and I didn't want to be the only one. It was easier than facing what I actually wanted, what I almost never had. That was selfish. I can't make excuses for it. I can only tell you why it happened and hope it's not too much."
"Too much?" she asked.
"I want to be with you, Natalie. I came here before going home because I need to know whether I'm too late."
"You know what I did today?" she asked, lacing our fingers together. I frowned at the sudden subject change but asked her what. "My best friend, the hairstylist I told you about, did this for me," she said, running her other hand through her hair. I thought it looked different. "She said that she wanted to do it to cheer me up, but I think this was part of some plan she had to try set me up."
"Are you seeing anyone?"
"No," she said, "I had had this wild
fantasy that you and I could be a couple, but I don't know."
"I've heard wilder," I said. "I want to be with you, Nat."
"It's not too soon? I don't want to take advantage of you." Too soon? If I said no to her because of that, when the hell would I be ready? It didn't feel like too soon. It was sweet that she wanted to take care of me, but if she really wanted to be there for me, she'd say yes.
"I don't want to wait," I said, kissing the back of her hand.
"Are you sure?" she asked. I cupped her face and kissed her. No more questions. I was done asking why and what and where. I knew now. The answer was here with her, for us.
She climbed up onto my lap, straddling me. A tiny moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck and ran my fingers through her silky, soft hair. I ran my hands up her legs, cupping her ass, and trailing them under her clothes. I had missed every silky, smooth part of her. I had missed the way she sounded when I touched her just right, the way her lips felt on mine…and other places.
“You didn’t have plans tonight, did you?”
“No, why?” I asked her.
"Come with me," she said, pulling away and getting up. She took my hand, and I let her lead me up the stairs. I didn't get a good look at the master bedroom because frankly, there were a couple things I was more interested in at the moment than a house tour. The only place that mattered right then and would matter for at least the next few hours was her bed.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Natalie
I loved Cameron's tattoos. I loved his face, his hair, his body. I had always been attracted to him, known just how much he affected me, but in the past week, the reality of anything happening between us had all but disappeared. I ran my hands over his back and shoulders as he kissed me. He was really here. He had truly come back. He wanted me, and I wanted him too.
It had taken some effort to get us both naked, but we had done it. We were on my bed, him on top of me between my spread thighs. I couldn't keep my hands off of him, from the long, solid muscles of his back, up to the soft brown locks of hair at the back of his head, down to his ass, just as taut and firm as the rest of him, every place I could reach. My skin tingled where his lips touched me, my neck, chest, nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair as he groaned, palming one of my tits. I gasped when I felt him use his teeth then soothed the sore skin with his tongue. His calm, detached nature didn't let this part of him show through. He was wild when he was aroused, devoured me while giving me every part of him.
I shuddered when his mouth reached the apex of my thighs. He held them apart and with his other hand, ran his fingers through my folds, already slick and ready for him. He sucked my clitoris as his fingers slid in and out of my opening. My eyes were shut; I was lost. He didn't need direction or encouragement. Every one of his touches possessed me.
I writhed and squirmed, but he held me still, making me wait. I was sweating, panting, begging him, but he was relentless. Pressure built in my core and his steady assault finally broke me. I moaned, fisting a handful of his hair. He kept it up through my orgasm, licking and sucking, fucking me with his fingers ‘til the last wave rolled off of me and I stilled.
My eyes opened when I stopped feeling him. He moved up my body, kissing me again. It was times like this when I couldn't believe how long we had managed to stay away from each other. His sex appeal was suffocating. My body went into overdrive when we were together, but it wasn't just that. With him right then, I wasn't just trying to get off or get him off. I wanted to feel whatever it was that had brought him here to me after we had parted on such bad terms. I pushed against his shoulders and chest so he would roll onto his back and let me straddle him.
"Fuck," he hissed as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. The size and heft of him in my hand was still a little intimidating even though this wasn't our first time together. He gripped my hips and smoothly slid himself into me. We hadn't used condoms, not even once since we had gotten together. I would give the excuse that I never did this with anyone else if it mattered at all, but it didn't. I was on the pill and wouldn't have wanted to feel him any other way anyway.
I felt him through my whole body, pulsing and electric. I rode his dick, building a steady rhythm with his hands on my hips. My body was in flames, completely overtaken by him. When we were like this, I didn't have to wonder about what he wanted, and I didn't have to hold back. With our bodies connected, pleasuring each other, we couldn't hide from each other. It was all out there.
I felt dangerously exposed, though somehow safe at the same time. He wasn't going to hurt me. He was right there with me. His arms closed around me and rolled us over so I was on the bed and he was above me. Kneeling between my legs, he raised one up to his shoulder and slid into me, the new position letting him deeper than I had ever felt him before. I balled the bedcover in my hands as his deep, steady strokes threatened to destroy me again.
“Come on, princess,” he said, “you first.” He touched my clit with his thumb, and there was no way I could have held out through that. I came explosively. My vision and hearing stalled for a second as pleasure surged through me. I heard Cameron curse and speed up his thrusts, quickly climaxing right on my heels.