With broad strokes of his tongue, he licked…ate, suckled her breast. Made love to her breast. Her taste was driving him wild.
“Just like chocolate, sweet, creamy chocolate,” he murmured and felt her body react, the cream of her arousal trickling down her inner thigh, moistening his leg.
When they faced each other, she ran a hand between their bodies until she wrapped her slim fingers around his cock.
“Oh,” she breathed. “You’re so thick…I…I don’t think I can take it all.”
She groaned when her hand was unable to fully circle him. Gideon pushed himself fully into her soft hands, her words heightening his desire.
“You can…I’ll go easy. We’ll take this slow. I want this to be good for you.”
His body was humming in pleasure, his very skin on fire as she stroked her fingers over his shaft while he tugged and sucked on her plump, perfect breasts.
“Oh, God, I need this. I need you,” she whispered when he bit down on her nipple. Her breathy words made his erection go rock hard. His love bite wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but enough that he knew she felt the stinging caress deep inside her body.
Camille felt him reach across her body and seconds later heard the rip of foil and waited to feel him finally inside of her body.
To her surprise, he didn’t cover her again. Instead he moved toward the end of the bed, pushed her legs up and settled between her thighs.
Her heart was beating so wildly she thought it would explode from her chest when she felt his face brush back and forth across the tiny thatch of hair covering her vagina.
“Is there anyplace on you that doesn’t smell good?”
Before she could answer, he stroked his tongue against her wet folds. She held her breath and released it in a long whoosh of air when she felt the slick stab of his tongue slice into the very core of her.
“Oh god, oh god…wha-what are you doing?” She cried out when a thick finger separated her and pressed inside while his slick tongue continued to dart over and around her clit, suckling it deep within his mouth.
Camille’s head fell back against the pillow. Her body no longer hers, she gave in to the mind-blowing pleasure he was giving her. She pulled at the sheets, grabbing them in both hands tightly as he ministered to her body.
When he stabbed his tongue in and out of her in easy glides, she ground against him, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, stars steaming behind her closed lids. When she thought the pleasure too overwhelming, he moved away, bringing his body up until he covered hers again.
“Are you ready for me, Cami?”
Camille swallowed hard, her throat gone dry, the strum of pleasure making her weak.
“Yes…” The word was torn from her just as he began to slide inside her body.
“Oh, God, oh, God…wait, Gideon—” she panted, and Gideon’s hands tightened on her hips for a fraction before he forced them to relax, fighting his need to rush into her sweet, clinging sheath.
Her soft hands came up to rest on his shoulders, holding on to him tightly, and he stared down into her face. The almost fearful look on her face made him relax and not give in to the need to spread her legs and drive deeper.
“We’ll take it slow, Cami, I promise.”
Slowly, he fed her more of his shaft in careful inches, gritting his teeth as her walls clamped down on him, tight. With every inch he gave of himself, her soft mewling sounds of feminine distress were having a hell of an effect on him.
He wanted to go slow, make it special for her. He’d picked up on the cues she’d given throughout the night, knew she wasn’t the kind of woman who went home with every guy she met. But, damn, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out before driving deep into her.
Her tightness and the way her walls clamped down on him as he tried to delve deep told him it had been a while since she’d made love.
So he simply held on to her hips, feeding her his shaft slowly until he was all the way in.
He leaned down and captured her lips, stroking his tongue across her teeth, until she opened for him. After stroking his tongue inside hers, and exchanging languid, drugging kisses, Gideon couldn’t hold off any longer.
“I need to move soon, baby. I don’t know how much longer…”
“It’s okay…I’m ready.”
He released his hold on her hips and in one deft movement, flipped them so that she straddled him.
“Why don’t you control the ride?” he said, and she gave him a half smile, shyly nodding her head.
“It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve done this….” She didn’t finish her sentence before she began to ride him.
“Damn.” He bit out the expletive as she began to move.
As she rode him, her eyes were tightly shut, her hands held within his, her big pretty breasts dangling close to his face, jostling with every bounce and stroke.
He closed his eyes against the sight, afraid he’d come too fast if he continued to look at her.
He grasped her by the waist and lifted her slightly, angling her so his shaft hit her clit and brought her back down, grinding her against him, both of them groaning so loudly, Gideon was sure they could be heard in the room next door.
When she rotated her hips against him, he lost the threadbare control he’d had. With a growl, Gideon pulled out, ignoring her cry of protests and flipped her until she was face down on the bed.
He grinned despite the painful throb of his cock, despite the sweat pouring down his face, as he stared at the picture she presented—soft, pretty brown bottom high in the air and the lips of her pussy pouting, begging to be filled. With one long stroke he obliged and went so deep, he felt the tip of his cock press the back of her womb.
Holding on to her hips with one hand, the other reached around and sought out her clit, fondling it as he continued his plunging strokes.
She moaned out her pleasure, her head hung low as his thrusts grew wilder, harder. He felt her orgasm, felt the violent trembling begin to rock her body before she screamed out her release, rolling her hips against him, and, grinding on his shaft, she took her pleasure. The sight of her giving in to her orgasm sent Gideon over the edge.
He raised her hips higher, threw back his head, the muscles in his neck straining. His thrusts became short, controlled, and with one final push into clenching heat, his release exploded from his body.
Chapter 3
As her head lay pillowed on his chest and his heartbeat had returned to a semblance of normalcy, Gideon stared down at Cami.
Damn. Hell. Shit.
He drew in a deep breath.
What he’d just experienced was like something out of his wildest erotic dreams. The type of dreams he’d had as a kid that had him waking up with a hard-on and his sheets wet, sticky with his own cum. The kind that he’d outgrown a long damn time ago.
And like a kid after he’d gotten his first taste of a woman, his head was spinning, limbs shaking from the mind-blowing release… He felt his dick stir when she shifted her body along his. His body, still aroused, obviously wasn’t satiated; he needed to feel her again, needed to be deep in her body. He shifted their bodies, and she turned to face him.
Her eyes, drowsy, with lids low and sexy, held a question in their deep brown depths.
He placed a hand at the nape of her neck and drew her nearer, captured her lips and flipped their bodies so that she lay sprawled on top of him.
Without any words exchanged, Gideon sampled her lips with small biting nips and made love to her mouth until he ran out of breath. His breathing was labored when he was forced to break the kiss, staring at her in the dark room.
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it. There was a question in her eyes that he didn’t know the answer to, or maybe it was that he didn’t want to think too hard about it, didn’t want to examine what he was feeling.
He reached over her toward the nightstand and grabbed another condom before sheathing himself. Their eyes never lost contact with t
he other in the dark room; no words spoken from either of them. None were needed. Not now. Later in the morning, they could talk about what happened and decide where to go from there. Later.
He lifted her so that she straddled him, grasped her hands in his and stroked back inside her wet, warm, welcoming heat.
When Gideon awoke, he reached over, blindly searching for Cami, only to find the place where she’d slept empty.
He sat up in bed, and looked toward the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was ten minutes after five in the morning. He listened for the shower, and when there was no sound from the bathroom, he called out her name.
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and cursed the silence.
Shit.
She’d gone before he’d even had the chance to find out her full name, and he had a plane to catch in less than three hours.
He looked down at his cock.
The damn thing was hard as a rock, with no outlet save his hand to relieve it. But he didn’t want to do the job himself. He wanted to bury himself in Cami until neither one of them knew where their bodies began or ended.
With a curse in anger, at her for leaving without saying goodbye and himself for having sex—incredible, don’t-ever-wake-me-if-I’m-dreaming kind of sex—without at least finding out her last name, he angrily strode toward the bathroom to take the longest, coldest shower of his life.
Chapter 4
The sound of her high heels hitting the tile floor as Camille hurried toward the classroom was the only echo in the deserted hallway.
She couldn’t believe she’d actually overslept of all things, and here she was late for the first day of her management-training class.
But that fact shouldn’t have surprised her considering her fractured sleep the past week, interrupted by nightly dreams so vividly erotic she’d woken up with her hands buried in her panties, and a moan on her lips.
Preparing for her sudden trip, making sure she had cleared her schedule, and the stress related to her upcoming move to a new city hadn’t helped either, all of which finally had taken its toll on her.
As soon as she’d gotten settled in her hotel, she’d glanced down at her watch, noting the time after she realized the clock radio near the bed had been unplugged. She’d had enough time to lie down and try to get some rest before her class started.
Three hours later she had wakened with a start, realizing she’d overslept. Unlike the past week, her sleep had been uninterrupted, no vivid, erotic dreams invaded it. But her mind and libido had chosen a hell of a time to finally calm down, she thought, hurriedly striding down the hall.
She glanced at the number on the slip of paper before eyeing several doors and spotting the one that corresponded with the one on the note. “God, please don’t let this be the front of the room, please oh, please…” she mumbled as she opened the door.
She sighed in relief when the door opened into the back of the room. Biting down on the corner of her mouth, she hunched her shoulders and crept inside as though that would somehow diminish the sound and her appearance.
Camille blew out a relieved sigh when she noticed the room was dark, the small light from the overhead projector the only illumination as she walked inside as inconspicuously as possible. At that moment a raucous roar of laughter erupted from the occupants and again Camille sent up another silent thank you—someone upstairs had her back—comfortable that the dark, coupled with the roar of laughter, was sure to disguise her entrance.
Quickly she found an available seat at the back of the auditorium and eased into the swivel-backed chair. Placing her bag beside her, she glanced around the room, surprised at the number of students in the class.
She’d only had a week to prepare herself to travel after being informed that the class was mandatory, before Silverman would promote her to her new position. She’d rearranged her schedule, worked long hours to make sure her work was done and she wouldn’t be behind when she returned, all to accommodate taking the two-week class. So, in less than a week she’d packed, arranged for her mother to take care of her mail and plants, and had only had time to give a cursory glance through the course packet she’d been given.
She crooked her neck and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see the instructor, as he bent over the overhead projector.
“Okay, and on that note, how about we end early tonight! We’ll pick it up tomorrow…break into some small groups, maybe do a little role-playing.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced again at her watch. Yes, she was late, but she wasn’t that late! It was only six-thirty and the class was scheduled to end at eight. Realization hit and with it, she groaned. With every thing going on in her mind, she’d completely forgotten to set her watch.
Could this night get any worse, she thought with a groan.
Camille gathered her briefcase, slung the strap over her shoulder and stood as the other students started filing out of the room.
There were several female students as well as a few males gathered around the instructor’s desk, so Camille took her time walking down the isle, her intent to go and apologize for her tardiness.
As she walked toward the front, she finally got a good view of the instructor as he smiled down at the student in front of him. Camille stumbled, her eyes widening, a startled gasp forming a perfect O of surprise around her mouth.
Although there was no way he could have heard her—the noise from the departing students had to have hidden the sound—he turned and stared directly at her.
The look of surprise that flickered across his face gradually changed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. Camille’s heart jackhammered in her chest, her steps slowing. Like a deer caught in headlights, she was unable to move, no matter how hard she willed her feet to run in the opposite direction away from him.
His eyes raked over her face and down the length of her body, and Camille felt the familiar sensation race through her body, as though it was his hands, his fingers, running over her instead.
When he finally broke the connection and returned his attention to the student in front of him, Camille felt so dizzy she nearly fell down in the seat near her.
Not thinking, and unsure what to do, she did the first thing she could think of and spun around, her intent to get away from him and the unexpectedness of the situation.
“Miss…” Before she could make her dash, his deep baritone called out to her, stopping her in her tracks. Camille closed her eyes, exhaling a deep breath. “Please stay. I’ll be with you shortly.” Camille felt her stomach drop to her feet.
Taking a fortifying breath, she counted to five and mentally squared her shoulders.
Where did she think she was going anyway, she wondered glumly, as she slowly turned back around and faced her instructor—Gideon Taber.
Gideon felt like he’d been hit by a semi.
It was her, Cami. The woman he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried, over the past week. The woman who’d managed to—after spending one night with her…just one damn night—reduce him to a horny teenager.
Nightly, he’d awakened in the morning fisting his cock, dreaming it was her gloving him so tightly, pissed off when he’d realized it wasn’t, his anger growing when he remembered waking up in the hotel, only to find her gone. She’d left before he’d had a chance to find out if what had happened to them the night before had meant as much to her as it had to him.
The entire flight back from Seattle, Gideon had been unable to get her out of his head. His first thought had been that once he got back home he’d find out who she was, how to reach her….
The only thing he knew was that she worked for Silverman, the same company he’d received his training contract with, but how in the hell was he supposed to ask who she was when he didn’t even know her full name?
Frustrated, he’d been in an aggravating state of fluctuating anger and arousal.
No matter how many times he’d told himself she was a one-night fling, that sh
e was no different than any of the ones he’d had before, it hadn’t mattered. No one else had ever reduced him to the current state he was in.
Frustrated, his mood fluctuated between anger that she’d left without telling him her name and arousal, remembering how good she’d felt wrapped around him, how beautiful, how sensual she’d looked when he’d pushed inside her…
“Dr. Taber. Would you be able to…help me?”
Gideon dragged his gaze away from Cami. He absently glanced at the student in front of him, forcing a smile on his face while trying to remember what they’d been discussing before Cami had walked into his classroom and back into his life.
“Uh, yes, that would be fine, Amanda,” he said, hoping he hadn’t just agreed to something he would regret later. “And please, it’s Gideon.”
She smiled widely, giving a short toss of her long blond hair over her shoulder. “Okay, Gideon—so, um, what would be a good time? After class I’m free. I’m staying at the Hilton. We can meet anytime—”
The student’s words brought Gideon completely back to the present. He’d been so caught up with Cami, he’d obviously missed a vital piece of the conversation. From the look on Amanda’s face she was asking for help that had nothing to do with human relations, that went beyond what he provided in the class curriculum.
“I’m sorry, Amanda, I’m afraid I have other plans. But, I heard a few of the others are planning to get together tonight and start a study group. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you joined them.” He decided it was best to pretend he didn’t know what kind of help she was seeking.
Even as he spoke to the student, Gideon kept Cami firmly in his peripheral vision, not trusting her to not pull another David Copperfield and disappear on him.
“Well, I, uh, guess. Although I thought a little one-on-one would be more beneficial,” she said, her smile faltering. Boldly this time, she touched his arm in a casual but obvious move to let him know exactly what kind of help she was looking for, just in case he hadn’t caught her meaning the first time.