Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I didn’t know what to say. His beautiful words literally shocked me to my core. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
So, I did what came natural with him, I let my body speak for me. Nudging my face into his chest, I kissed along his neck.
“Cami,” he huskily groaned.
His fingers moved at a slow, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned for him to touch me. My dress had ridden up my thighs, exposing the pink lace panties he bought me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I peeked up at him through my lashes, simply moaning,
“Show me.”
Chapter 22
<>Camila<>
“Woman, what are you doing to me?”
He reached out to stroke the side of my cheek, my face leaned into his fingers. Shifting his hand to the nook of my neck, gently, he pulled me closer to him.
His lips instantly found mine, and what started off as a peck turned into something else entirely. Taking on a life of its own. He opened his mouth and sought out my tongue.
Except, this kiss was much different from our last.
It was softer, like we were both exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. Our tongues twisted as we tasted one another. It felt fucking amazing.
He felt amazing.
But like anything with Aiden, it quickly moved on its own accord. He demandingly pulled at the sides of my face, kissing me more aggressively than before.
All the buildup, months of anticipation, longing, and hunger we’d kept safely bottled up, were at the surface. It was more than I could have ever imagined.
He was more than I could have ever imagined.
His fingers moved down my chest in a slow agonizing motion.
I held my breath as his rough hands cupped my breasts, softly kneading them while devouring my mouth. I’d only been caressed there by Sean, but his touch didn’t feel anything like Aiden’s.
Dr. Pierce’s hold was so expressive and emotional. So goddamn loving.
It was as if he was making love to me, when all he was doing was kissing and fondling my chest.
Nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
His groaning. My moaning.
His growling. My panting.
His hard cock. My soaking wet heat.
Our legs entwined, rubbing together and moving all around the lounger. He kissed my jawline, my neck, and deliberately pecked his way back up to my lips.
I no longer had any control over my movements, as he gripped onto my waist, turning us both over. In seconds, I felt the weight of him on top of me, and I swear to God, I could have come from that alone.
What was happening to me?
My breathing escalated when I realized what he was doing, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my body against his dry fucking his cock.
“Fuck… Cami,” he rumbled in my mouth. “We need to stop,” he half-ass requested.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He pressed his hand on my throat, holding me down to stare intensely into my eyes.
“There’s only so much restraint I have left for you. If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make you mine.”
“Then make me yours, Dr. Pierce.”
I saw it.
His self-restraint snapped.
Loud and clear.
His eyes glazed over like a possessed man. His jaw clenched. His appearance hardened in a way that will forever be embedded in my mind. His body tensed as his strong grip suddenly tightened on my wrists.
With those mere gestures, he was simply branding me.
Although his wall wasn’t completely down, there was something there holding him back. I didn’t know what it was until he disclosed, “I don’t have a condom.”
My heart soared, hearing him say that.
Especially since he was taking me out, he wasn’t expecting me to put out.
His thumb glided toward my lips.
“I’m on the pill.”
He jerked back, not liking my response.
“You’re a doctor, Aiden. You know there’s more reasons to take birth control than—”
“I’m not concerned with anyone else’s reasons but yours.”
“Rest assured, Dr. Pierce. I haven’t been with anyone since Sean. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, and that was years ago.”
He brushed his nose back and forth against mine.
“Your hand was getting it done the other night.”
“You were standing at my door!”
“Mmm hmm… I wanted to find out what you saw me doing in my office.”
“You doing?” I lowered my eyebrows. “Were you watching me dance?”
“Yes,” he rasped, locking eyes with me. “While I fucked my fist to the sight of you.”
My eyes widened, taken back.
“Tell me, my Tiny Dancer, were you envisioning me fucking my fist while you touched your pussy?”
“So, I guess the dirty talk only gets dirtier when he’s on top of me.”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”
I grumbled, mortified I said that out loud.
“You fuck with me. And it’s only a matter of time, before I fucked you too.”
“Holy shit.”
“When was the last you got off, Cami?”
“I can’t…” His mouth slid down my neck toward the top of my cleavage. “I mean…”