Before she could say something else, his arm snaked out and he hauled her through the doorway and into his arms. He kicked the door shut behind him, pushed her up against it, and dropped his mouth onto hers, making her forget anything else she’d been prepared to say.
He pulled back, his body hard against hers as the fire leapt in his eyes. “I’ve held back with you, given you time, allowed you to continue running away when you should only run to me. I’m finished with all of that. I’m taking what I want now.”
Grace didn’t know what to say, but his tone, the barely controlled lust radiating from him—everything about him—made her tremble with need. Before she had even a chance to respond, the world turned upside down when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
Shock stopped her from protesting until he was halfway up the stairs, and then she cried out and began pounding her fists against the unyielding muscle of his back. “Stop this, Cam!”
But just as quickly as the ride had begun, she was dumped from his shoulder and landed sprawling on top of his bed with him looming over her. Before she had a chance to say anything more, he was tearing her clothes off.
Within seconds, she was lying naked before him, a canvas waiting for his artistic touch. She was panting, her breasts heaving, her entire body instantly ready.
“Cam . . .” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to protest or begging him to strip and join her.
“Cry out my name, Grace. I plan on making you scream before this night is over.”
She couldn’t get a single word out as he stripped his own clothes off, and she held her breath as his magnificent erection came free, making her mouth water in anticipation.
“Are you ready for me, Grace?” he asked as he crawled up her body, the weight of his chest pressing against her breasts and the feeling of his solidness against her softness making her moan. “I’ve dreamt of you every single night since we were together last. I want to be inside you. I want to make you come over and over again, and I want to make sure you know that you’re mine—only mine.”
She barely managed to nod her head before his mouth covered hers. As he devoured her with his hot kiss, she clung to his shoulders and she arched her hips in invitation. She didn’t want foreplay, didn’t want sweet and slow.
She wanted fast, hot, and hard. She wanted this man to be out-of-his-mind crazy in lust for her, and only her. And right now she knew he was just as much hers as she was his.
Sliding a hand between their bodies, he cupped her breast, his fingers squeezing her peaked nipple and making moisture surge through her core. She pushed against him again.
“Please, Cam, please take me . . .” she moaned.
He captured her lip with his teeth, then soothed it with a swipe of his tongue, making her writhe beneath him. And then he didn’t make her wait any longer.
After he positioned himself against her womanhood, she felt him push against her, and she pressed upward, encouraging him to enter her.
With a hunger he wasn’t trying to hide, he drove inside her, burying his solidness deep and nearly sending her over the edge. Pleasure surged through her as she yielded to his command.
With each thrust he gave her, she climbed higher, screaming out his name as he gripped her backside and showed no mercy.
And with one more thrust, she was tumbling over the edge, soaring in ecstasy while her body convulsed around his manhood. With a cry tumbling from him, he slammed against her, their flesh slick, their cries of pleasure in perfect harmony.
When the last of her tremors died away, she felt the weight of him on top of her, and she didn’t want him to move, didn’t want this moment to ever end. It had been perfect—it was still perfect.
Sometime after her breathing came back under control, he spoke. “I needed that,” he whispered as he slid off her. He immediately reached for her and pulled her against his side.
“I know what you mean,” she sighed. “Why in the world did I ever fight against this?”
“I’m sorry I was cold when you first got here. It’s been a strange month. I just . . . I don’t want you to keep pulling away from me.”
That admission warmed her heart. “I’ve messed up, Cam—a lot, where you’re concerned. I let old hurts from the past influence what I did and said. I didn’t look to find the full story, and I hurt you. I’m sorry, but I’m going to make it better.”
“I don’t want you taking all the blame on yourself, Grace. I have my own burdens to bear, and I know I share equal responsibility for the things that went wrong between us. But I want us to be partners now, to not hold anything back from each other,” he said, lifting her chin and making her look into his eyes.
“I can’t help but take on most of this. But I’m going to make it right—I’m going to fix this,” she told him.
He was quiet for a moment, but he wouldn’t release her eyes. “How do you plan on doing that?”
“I’m going to let you do what you do best and get the bad guy.”
The surprise in his eyes delighted her. She didn’t normally ask for help, but she knew she needed him for this, and she also knew she could count on him.
“It’s about time you realized how much you need me.” He stopped talking as he kissed her for a long moment before freeing her lips and looking at her with lust shining from his dark gaze. “I’ll have all the necessary papers filed tomorrow.”
Their talking stopped. And Grace didn’t mind in the least—not while Cam was showing her exactly what she’d been missing each night she spent away from his bed.