Tainted Desire (Desire Series, #1) (15 page)

     “Cameron! Shut up and fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer, I want you so bad,” I plead.

     With his hands still under my ass, he lifts me up off the bed. My only support is my feet, shoulders and whatever I can clutch onto with my hands. I feel him near my opening and a moan escapes my lips. I hear that low growl right before he slams into me, deeper than I have ever felt him. He pulls back and slowly slides himself in and out rotating his hips in a circular motion as he goes. The rhythm and rotation of his hips is driving me mad, he’s reaching every nerve possible, bringing me quickly to the brink of an orgasm. 

     He lifts one leg and then the other off the bed and places my heel on each of his shoulders. Now I’m almost completely off the bed except the upper portion of my shoulders and my head. His large hands are cupping and supporting my bottom, while he continues to torture me with those rotating hips, grinding into me so deep.

    “Faster. Oh God, deeper. Cameron, make me come,” I pant.

     He picks up speed pounding into me harder and harder with each stroke. I’m almost there, he’s hitting my perfect sweet spot when I feel him harden and start to pulse deep inside of me. I let go at almost the same time with a loud moan. He lowers my legs and puts me back down on the bed covering me with his body. We lay together still joined in that wonderful after sex bliss, heart racing and breathless.

     While kissing up my neck to my ear he confesses, “Kylie, I love you, but I think you’re going to kill me.” 

     “Doubt that, a big tough stud of a race car driver being killed by little ol’ innocent me,” I tease, batting my eyes at him. 

     “Innocent, my ass! I’m sure you could show me a few tricks too.”

     I’m about to comment when he covers my mouth sliding his silky tongue along mine. He always tastes so wonderful. His hand goes to my breast, massaging and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moan into his mouth and feel him stir within me. I grab his ass with both hands pulling him deeper inside me. 

     “I think your friend is waking back up. Ready for round two, the night is still young.”

     “See! You are trying to kill me with over exertion,” he smiles.

     I take him by surprise, rolling him over on to his back while still keeping him deep inside me. He grabs a pillow and puts it behind his head, relaxing and letting me ride him. I slide down his entire length until I have all of him in me then rotate my hips in a circle. He lets out a gasp and reaches up cupping both breasts in his large hands. 

     “I wish I had a picture of you like this; riding me, with wild hair, perfect tits bouncing, and the look of desire in your eyes. You are absolutely beautiful,” he utters, while grabbing my hips and guiding me.

     “Tell me how you like it Cameron. Do you like it fast or deep and slow?” I ask, barely able to speak from the lump in my throat.

     “Deep and slow, so I can feel you all around me with each stroke. Circle your hips around again, that feels so good,” he insists.

     I ride him nice and slow, gyrating my hips and watching the expression on his face. He’s completely in the moment, feeling me enveloping him deep down his shaft to the base. He guides my hips with his hands and I feel myself starting to tighten around him. I reach down and stroke my clit and his eyes go wide. 

     “Oh fuck, Kylie that is so hot. Don’t stop, I want to watch you come apart.”

     My mind is whirling, he likes watching me touch myself, it turns him on. I continue riding him, with one hand stroking my clit and the other massaging my breast. He starts to raise his hips, matching me stroke for stroke. All the sensations take over and I let my head fall back as I come around him, crying out rather loudly. He grabs my hips, forcing me to ride him faster, and within seconds, his body stiffens and arches as he releases again.

     I collapse on top of him panting from exertion and satisfaction. He lets me lay on top of him, getting warmth from his body while he massages the tension out of my back muscles. He has incredibly strong fingers that stretch my muscles, relaxing me in minutes. His hands wander down to the dimples in my lower back right above my ass; he cops a quick feel squeezing each cheek firmly.

     “I don’t think so Cameron! I’m too tired for round three,” I murmur sleepily.

     “Spend the night with me? I couldn’t sleep last night without you. I just want to lay next to your warm body with my arms around you. Say you will stay.” 

     I look into those big brown eyes and my heart swells. He missed me as much as I missed him last night. I love this man so deeply; doesn’t he know I want to spend every night with him? There is no place I would rather be
, wrapped up in the warmth and safety of this man’s arms. 

     “Of course I will stay, if you really want me to. I wasn’t able to sleep very well last night either, I missed you terribly,” I exclaim.

     “Good, I want you to miss me when we are apart. Then I know you’re feeling the same way I am, lost when we aren’t together. I know it sounds sappy, but I can’t bear being away from you for more than a few hours. I look forward to the moment I can kiss your lips.”

     I get up to go to the bathroom before he sees the tears forming in my eyes. Tears of joy at the words he just spoke and knowing he loves and cares for me. I pee, wash up quickly, and return to the room. He has the bed turned down and is stretched out on his back waiting for me. God, I’m in deep. I want him to be the last person I see at night and the first face I see every morning. 

      I crawl in bed and he snuggles in behind me, the way we have become accustomed to sleeping. His arm around me at my waist, our hips curved together, both our knees slightly bent, and his nose buried in my hair. I fall sleep listening to his soft breathing, feeling the safest I ever have in my life.

     I wake up feeling well rested and reach over for Cameron. Damn, he’s not here again. I get out of bed and slip on his long t-shirt in case Blake is up. I look everywhere in the condo before seeing the note on the breakfast bar. 

     Woke up well rested and refreshed, went to the gym for a quick workout. See you soon beautiful, Love Cameron.

     I look through his refrigerator and determine he has enough food to have a decent breakfast waiting for him when he returns. I fry a pound of bacon, scramble some eggs and set aside for omelets, chop some onion and green pepper, put slices of bread in the toaster, and wait for his return. I run across the hall and quietly enter Courtney’s condo, run to my room and grab some clothes, and sprint back, pantiless to Cameron’s luxurious bathroom. I shower using his shampoo and soap, loving the scent of him on my body. I hear a light knock on the locked door.

     “Kylie, let me in. I need to jump in the shower too.”

     I jump out and unlock the door running back to the shower and the warmth of the water. In less than a minute, he’s standing behind me rinsing off the sweat from his workout. He looks quite wonderful naked, wet and hard. I get out of the shower and start to dry off, and he peeks his head out.

     “Hey, why did you get out? I was going to have some morning fun.”

     “You didn’t get satisfied enough last night? I have all the stuff ready to make you a great breakfast. Finish your shower while I go cook for us.” 

     “Well, you could have said something before I saw you naked. Now I have this huge thing sticking out and don’t have a way to make it go down,” he whines, with a playful pout.

     “You’ll figure it out and when you do
, breakfast will be waiting,” I escape laughing.

     “You are a wicked woman, Kylie Jenkins,” I hear him yell, making me laugh even louder.

     I’m finishing putting our breakfast on plates, when he comes up behind me, lifting my wet hair and kissing the back of my neck. He spins me around lifting me by my hips and setting me on the counter bringing us eye to eye. At first, I think he’s mad, and then he smiles and gives me a kiss that I feel clear to my toes.

    “That was a rotten little stunt you pulled in there, leaving me hanging. It’s a good thing that breakfast smells so damn good, or I would be dragging your sweet ass back to bed.”

    “Umm, if I remember right it wasn’t hanging, it was quite awake,” I smirk.

     “You are definitely a wicked woman, but damn I love you. Let’s eat I am starving.” He helps me down and playfully swats my ass.

     As we are eating, I hear my cell phone faintly ringing and frantically try to figure out where my purse landed, when we were ripping each other’s clothes off last night. I find it lying on the floor next to the couch and dig my phone out. I remember to look at the caller ID and see it’s a Florida number, so I decide to answer. 

     “Hello! This is Kylie. Yes, I’m still very interested in the position. No, two o’clock today would be great. Okay, see you then. I look forward to meeting you,
” I say, hanging up with a huge dorky grin on my face.

     “The Hilton?” Cameron asks.

     Excitedly, “Yep, he wants me to come in for an interview at two o’clock. I’m so excited, no more waitressing in sleazy bars with drunken men slobbering on me.”

     “Yeah, I’m not too thrilled with that idea either. I would feel much better knowing you’re in a safer work environment. I’m excited for you; I know how much you want this job,” he says, as my phone rings again.

     “Hello! Hi mom, no you didn’t wake me. I just got a call from the Hilton Hotel and they want to interview me today, I hope I get it. Oh my God, seriously? When? I can’t wait to see both of you. This Saturday would be great. Okay, send me an email with your flight information and I’ll be there to pick you guys up. Love you, bye.”

     “Well aren’t you Miss Popular today. I take it your mom and dad are coming in this weekend? I forgot to tell you that my mom and dad are back from their vacation and want us to come to a barbeque at their house Saturday night. I hope that would be okay with your parents the first day they come, otherwise I could see if my parents can change the day. They would love to see your parents again.” 

     “I’m sure after traveling most of the day; they would be thrilled to go to a barbeque at your parents. It would be relaxing and they can enjoy the Florida weather. This is turning out to be a perfect day.” 

     Cameron and I clean up our breakfast dishes and then I leave to find an outfit for my interview and do something with my hair. He has to go to the track and do a few laps with his car, apparently, the mechanics were making some adjustments, and he has to make sure the car is running right. We agree on meeting back at his place to make dinner together with hopes of celebrating my new job.

     I arrive at the hotel five minutes early and sit there with sweaty palms, making myself more nervous than necessary. This is my chance for a new beginning and a normal work schedule. No more gross groping guys with the smell of stagnant beer and alcohol on their breath, trying to cop a feel while stuffing a tip in unseen places. I need to hold my head high, believe in myself, and impress the hell out of Mr. Stevenson, the known pervert. With a deep breath and a last glance in the mirror, I confidently open the car door ready to win him over and leave gainfully employed.

     As I approach the counter, a very young bleach blonde, who is snapping her gum, looks up from her phone where she’s openly scrolling her Facebook page. “Can I help you?” She asks, between snaps.

     “I’m here for a two o’clock interview with Mr. Stevenson.” 

     “Go ahead and take a seat over there in the lobby and I will let him know you have arrived.” She says, pointing to a lounge area where several men are busy on their laptop computers.

     I sit with my legs crossed at the ankles, fidgeting with the hem of my basic black knee length skirt, when I hear a man’s voice behind me asking if I’m Kylie Jenkins. I jump up grabbing my purse while turning around to face Mr. Stevenson I hold my hand out to him and introduce myself. He takes my hand in his and covers it with his other hand in a bit of an intimate gesture that makes me a tad uncomfortable. He’s not what I expected as far as perverts go, I expected a middle-aged short balding man that is overweight and somewhat nerdy. The man standing before me is gorgeous; he’s tall, in good shape, and darkly tanned with a thick head of jet-black hair and crystal blue eyes. He doesn’t seem like the stereotypical perverted type. 

     He takes me down a long corridor and we enter a spacious office with an incredible ocean view. The office also isn’t what I expected when one thinks of a pervert. I thought it would be messy with stacks of paperwork piled on the desk. His office is immaculate with everything in its place and not a speck of dust anywhere. I think Stephanie’s perception of Mr. Stevenson may have been an exaggeration. He seems the polar opposite of what she described.

     “Go ahead and take a seat. Make yourself comfortable, while I scan over your application and then we will begin.” He instructs politely, while motioning to the chair in front of his massive mahogany desk.