Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
"This…"
I bring my hand almost all the way to his thigh.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist. Holds my hand there.
"I want to touch you." I take a deep breath. Find all my confidence. "I want to suck you off."
His pupils dilate.
"Here. Now. Will you show me how?"
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sienna
For a long moment, Cam stays there on the precipice, his expression intense, his attention on me.
Then he places my hand on his thigh. "Follow my instructions."
"Only your instructions?"
He nods. "I don't want to hurt you."
Is that all it is? I don't know. But I can't really object. "I like taking orders from you."
"Do you, sweetness?" The hesitation drops from his voice and his posture.
I didn't even realize it was there, but now it's clear he's uncaged. Like last night, but different.
He trusts me more.
Trusts himself more, maybe.
His fingers brush my knee over my jeans. "You get off on following orders?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"Take this off." His fingers brush his suit jacket, the one I'm wearing around my shoulders.
It's too big for me, but it feels good, wearing his clothes.
Of course, it feels better, watching his expression brighten as I slip out of them.
"The tank top too." His voice stays firm. Demanding and yielding at once. Restrained and wild at once.
He makes me feel that way too.
Free and contained.
Like I have so much need I'll die if I don't fill it.
I pull my tank over my head and drop it on the floor.
He looks me over carefully, savoring every inch of my skin. Then he takes my hand and brings it up his thigh.
Closer and closer.
Until I can feel his hard-on through his slacks.
"Fuck." It falls from my lips. "Please."
"Please?" His voice is a dare.
"Can I touch you now? Please."
"Not yet." He brushes my hair behind my shoulders. "I want to take my time with you."
Mmm.
He brings his hand to my cheek. Runs his thumb over my temple. Over my jaw. Along my bottom lip. "You have any idea how much your lipstick drives me crazy?"
I shake my head.
He slips his thumb between my lips.
I don't wait for instructions. I suck on his digit. It feels so fucking good having him in my mouth, even though it's only the pad of his thumb against my tongue.
"I've been dreaming about seeing your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." He pulls his thumb from my mouth. Brings his hand to the strap of my bra. "And this. I've wanted to see you in this all fucking day."
Mmm. Yes. "I want you to see me in this." The bra is see-through red mesh. It makes me feel like a sex goddess on its own. With him staring at me like he'll die if he doesn't touch me?
Maybe I was wrong, and it is possible to die from desire.
I'm pretty sure I'm a goner.
His eyes flit to the mirror across from us. The entire limo is mirrored walls. "Can you see it sweetness? Can you see how much you drive me out of my mind." He pulls me closer.
My eyes go to our reflection. I look hot as hell in the lingerie, my nipples showing through the sheer fabric, my skin flushed, my lips red-pink.
But that's not what winds me tighter.
It's the intensity in his eyes.
"Take it off." His drops another octave.
I turn to him. Watch his expression change as I undo the hook of the bra and slip it off my shoulders.
"Fuck. Beautiful." He brings his hand to my chest and runs his thumb over my nipple. The right, then the left. "You drive me out of my mind, Sienna."
"You too."
"Have you imagined this?"
"Yes."
"How does it go?"
"Sometimes, like this. I'm topless in a car. Or we're both dressed in a stopped elevator, racing the clock. Or I'm completely naked, and you're standing, and ordering me onto my knees."
"Greedy."
"When it comes to you."
A groan falls from his lips. "Do you know how I imagine it?"
He pictures me. If it was anyone else, I'd be annoyed, but knowing Cam thinks of me sucking him off—
Fuck, I really might come from anticipation.
Is that possible?
Right now, I'm wound so tight.
He cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Like this. Halfway out of your clothes, completely tuned to me, your pretty red lips wrapped around my cock."
Fuck yes.
"Are you ready for that, sweetness?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"Unzip me."
I nearly topple from the mix of anticipation and relief. We're really doing this. Finally. But we're only starting.
And I—
I need him so badly.
And I'm in so far over my head.
"I've never." Suddenly, I'm all thumbs. I fumble over his zipper.
"I won't be gentle."
Fuck. There. I get his zipper down.
He pushes his boxers out of the way.
His cock springs from the fabric.
He's bigger up close. More enticing. And more intimidating. That's a lot to fit in my mouth.
"Wrap your hand around me." His fingers curl around my wrist. "Like this."