She wanted difficult, complicated, and the wind blowing through her hair at two hundred miles per hour.
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How did a girl fall in love overnight? How was it possible?
Uncertainties slipped through the haze of her desire and made her move. She had to stop thinking of him in personal terms aside from the night they'd just spent together. It couldn't be love, she knew that. It was lust, a very healthy, very large dose of it, but it was still lust. And it wouldn't be lasting beyond the moment she walked out his door. She had to remember that.
Right?
“What's wrong?”
His whispered words feathered across her skin, causing her to shiver.
“Nothing, why?”
“You've gotten more and more tense as the minutes pass.”
“Oh. I didn't realize it. I was just thinking; that's all.”
He nudged her with his hips, his cock rock hard against her ass, and he slid his hand down under her thigh to lift her leg. In the next second, he was inside her.
“It's way too damned early for thinking.”
Lily groaned, and her muscles clamped down, melting around him.
“I can't seem to get enough of you. Hot and tight.” He wrapped strong fingers around one of her breasts and squeezed, his thumb rasping the nipple as it peaked under his teasing. “So damn…”
His body slowly rocked behind her, his cock sliding in and out in short, hard thrusts. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, all the while his finger and thumb continued to pull at her nipple, pinching it and eliciting little mewling sounds of need from her throat.
So much for needing to move away from him. So much for resisting the lure of him.
“That's it. You like that, don't you? The sharp little twinge. Does it make your belly tighten? Does it make your clit twitch? I bet it does.”
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Lily could only continue to moan in response. Cam hadn't talked much during sex last night, but God, hearing his voice like this—low and raspy with a hint of sleep around the edges—turned her on to the point she would be coming if he kept it up, even if he never touched her clit.
“Ever had a man in your ass, Lily?”
Oh damn, he hadn't really asked that, had he? “N-no.”
“Ever wanted to try it?”
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Lily licked her dry lips. “Yes,” she answered softly, her face heating in embarrassment, and her pulse thumping in triple time. She'd never dared admit something like that to anyone, but then, no one had ever asked her before; no one had ever acted like they wanted to take her that way.
“Good, 'cause I can't wait to slide deep inside it. It'll be impossibly tight. It'll stretch and hurt a little, and it'll be so fucking hot… Goddamn, I can't… Hold on, baby…”
He pressed his face into the curve where her shoulder met her neck and bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting, and she smiled at the mark it would leave. He pulled out, pressing his cock hard between her thighs, pulsing, his body rigid and shuddering in orgasm.
Cam lifted his head a few moments later and let go of her. Lily started to move away, but Cam had her on her back, his face buried between her legs before she could. He attacked her clit with his lips and tongue, tugging and pulling and nibbling until she was writhing and gasping for breath.
Before last night she hadn't had a man's mouth on her pussy in longer than she could remember. Cam had reminded her then and now—oh God, right now—of how much she loved it. Her hands were restless, gripping the sheets, lifting her arms over her head to grab the slats of the headboard, then lowering to dig her fingers into his shoulders. Finally, she grasped the back of his head, holding his face tight against her as she rode his tongue, exploding in her own orgasm, crying out as she saw stars behind her tightly closed eyelids.
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When her legs had ceased their trembling and she could focus again, she found him still there, between them, licking her down so softly. He raised his eyes to hers and met her gaze before raising his head, removing her hands, and kissing each of her palms.
He pressed the sticky cum between them and wrapped his arms around her, taking her mouth in a kiss that touched her in a way she knew she wouldn't recover from. She tasted herself, she tasted him, and she tasted a future that wasn't hers.
She was in love, overnight in love with him, and the admission, just to herself, broke her heart. It would never work between them, not in the long-term, but in bed with him, playing sex games with him, it was easy to forget that.
“I think it's time for a shower. You made a mess,” he whispered, stretching out next to her, drawing one long finger through the cream on her stomach. He drew a swirl design, causing her belly to flutter on the inside; then he pressed his wet finger to her lips. She opened and licked his cum with the tip of her tongue before taking his finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. His eyes darkened as he watched her and cursed under his breath.
Lily swallowed against laughter and tears that couldn't—wouldn't—fall, and tried for a light tone of voice when he pulled his finger away and got up out of the bed. “But you said it was too early for thinking.”
Cam laughed and leaned down, tweaking one of her nipples. “Naughty girl, using my words against me. You'll be punished for that.”
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She felt him before she heard him. He stepped through the French doors to join her, and the odd connection between them baffled her. She couldn't recall a 41
time when she'd been so in tune with another person other than Alli and Candi.
They'd always joked that they were really triplets, sharing the same mind, but she'd never been this way with a man. “When do you need to be at work?”
“I usually get there around ten or so to go over any changes that have been talked about. I guess I need to check my phone to see what else there is. Hold on.”
Lily was holding on. Just barely, but she was holding on. She was torn between running far, far away from him and tackling him to the ground. Sex had never been on her mind this much, but the man had her insides all twisted up in knots and the spot between her legs throbbing every time she looked at him.
Cam came back outside and stood next to her. She watched as he pressed a few buttons and then put the phone to his ear, leaning his shoulder against hers, nuzzling his face in her hair. She suppressed the shiver of arousal that went through her, and a few seconds later, he closed the device and winked at her before placing a smacking kiss on her lips.
“After the shop, I have an appearance to make around eleven, a luncheon at twelve thirty, a meeting at two, and…a date at three.”
A date? He had a date? Well, of course he would have a date. What the hell were you thinking, Lily? “Just let me know when you want to go,” she said, proud of herself for the lightness in her voice, and he must not have picked up on anything different either, because he didn't let on if so.
Cam smiled, took the cup of coffee from her hands, and sipped from it, then pulled her into his arms. Lily kept her head averted so she wouldn't be tempted to lick the warm liquid from his lips. “Plans this weekend?”
She looked at him then. Was he serious? “Yeah. The race.”
“Got tickets already?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmm. Anyone you can give them to?”
“Why?
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“Because I want you with me down in the pits.” He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned like a kid in a candy store. Lily didn't answer. How could she? The look on his face was sincere, earnest, wanting. All of a sudden, well, not all of a sudden, because she'd been wondering since she met up with him at the race shop, but she wasn't glamorous, high-class, a model, or young. She was an average, ordinary woman. She wasn't at all what he should be going after. Not that she had low self-esteem, because she was just fine with herself as she was: hips, curves, and age.
Still, there wasn't an answer the burning question inside her, though. What the hell is he doing with me?
“What do you mean?”
“What?”
“You just asked what the hell I'm doing with you. What do you mean by that?”
“I…I…” Damn, she really needed to get a grip and stop speaking without her head's permission. This was getting to be a little ridiculous.
“Look, baby, I don't know how to answer that. I don't know how to tell you everything I want from you or with you. I just know what I felt when we met and decided to go with it.”
“What did you feel?” She didn't need to be asking questions like that either.
He grinned at her with that cocky, know it-all, better-than-everyone-else grin that people loved to hate. “Hungry.”
“What?”
“I felt like a starving man.”
“I don't know…”
“Yeah, I know. Look, we need to get going. You can pick up your car and go home to your friend's house. I'll do my stuff, and I'll see you around three.”
Her eyes widened. “I thought you had plans.”
“Yes. With you. What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing. Just that you had plans.”
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“You thought I had a date with someone else? I should spank you for that, but I won't. Not yet anyway. I'll come get you at three. Make sure you give me directions when we get to the shop.”
“Okay,” she said in one breath. Then in another, “Maybe we should go slow with this, you know. Maybe we should s—”
“Nope. We should do lots of stuff, but taking this slow is not one of them. I have a month to make you believe that you can't live without me. Slow is not going to work. Besides, I don't know what the hell slow means.” He leaned down and kissed her hard and dropped his sunglasses over his eyes. He walked backward away from her until he entered the house again, then turned and headed out the front door.
“Well, now what?” Lily whispered into the silence.
The front door opened and closed again. The man of her dreams sauntered toward her, all swagger and long, lean legs. Her breath hitched as it had done half a million times in the last fifteen hours. One would think the gleam would have worn off by now at least a little, but not with him. He only seemed to burn brighter, hotter, and she was the one who was going to feel the singe of the flames. “Coming?”
As soon as the word was out of his mouth, the smirk on his face had her nearly bursting with laughter and memories assailed her. Was it four times? Five? She couldn't remember exactly because a couple of orgasms had run together into one long one. With as straight a face as she could manage, she said, “Yes.”
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It was going to be a long-ass day until three when he could see her again.
“Cam?”
“Yeah. Hey, man. Good night?”
Ronnie grimaced behind his own sunglasses, and Cam laughed. Guess not.
“Got my ass whooped and broke the damn bank buying rounds. Remind me not to go out with them again without you.”
“You already do know better.”
Ronnie snorted and flipped him the bird. Cam loved their ease, their friendship, the way they made all the facets of their business and personal relationships work for the better. It wasn't always so easy between drivers and their crew chiefs, but Cam and Ronnie had lucked out. They were like long-lost brothers.
Cam couldn't have asked for a more knowledgeable man to be in charge, to lead the crew. He couldn't have asked for a more supportive man either. Cam didn't have the most sterling reputation. The majority of people didn't like him, and while he was fine with that, fine with his brash, tell-it-like-it-is way, others weren't. Ronnie understood him, supported him, backed him every step of the way. Ronnie and the crew and the team owners believed in him and allowed him to be who he was, and he knew he was lucky.
And now, there was Lily.
Having her in his corner just left him speechless. She wanted him, no matter how much she tried to push the age thing as being important. It wasn't true. Age didn't mean shit to him. His fame, or rather his infamy, didn't mean anything either. He wanted to drive. He wanted to win. He didn't care if anyone else ever liked him for it. Lily, though. Yeah, he needed her to like him as a man, as a driver.
He needed her support, her belief in him, just as he had it from Ronnie and company. He needed to know she could handle the negative press. He would protect her from as much of it as he could, taking as many of the hits as possible, but he knew she would get some of it just by being associated with him. Yeah, the press might tap into their age difference; they might tap into the fact that she wasn't built 45
like the model girlfriends and wives of his fellow drivers. She was more the girl next door who you were best friends with growing up but never dated or saw as a girl until it was too damned late and she had moved on.