Free More Than a Playboy by Monique DeVere Page B

moaned.
    His hands felt so good on her.
    He felt so good.
    He knew exactly how to touch her.
    Where to touch her.
    Would she awake and discover this was a dream? Was Cameron truly saying these wonderful things to her? Touching her with such adoration, he pushed out the dark pain that was her mother’s legacy and replaced it with renewed light, love, and hope for her future? Even if this was a dream, it had shifted something inside her. Sandy knew she’d never again be the broken woman she’d been up to a few hours ago.
    Cam had done that for her. Taken her brokenness and made her complete again. For that, she’d love him forever.
    His hand crept along the inside of her thigh, closing in on the place where she ached for him to soothe. She closed her hand around his heavy erection, liked that she made him suck in his breath.
    “Cam...please...” Her voice was thick and sounded so sultry she scarcely recognised it as her own. “I need you now.”
    Capturing her hand, he stared into her eyes. His were iridescent and intense. He shook his head. “I want you too much to last if you caress me like that.” Threading his fingers through hers, he imprisoned her hand next to her head on the big pillows. “Give me a minute, okay?”
    Sandy nodded. Her lungs squeezed, and it was all she could do to catch her breath.
    Cam dropped a kiss on her nose, released her, got up from the enormous bed, and strolled butt naked into the adjoining bathroom. Within seconds, he was back. Tossing a box of condoms on the table beside the bed, he rolled one on and grinned at her. She liked the way he looked, all sexy and passionate with that regal air that used to drive her nuts but now drove her wild.
    “Where were we?” He sunk onto the bed and drew her into his arms. His mouth tasted hers, warm, wet, and full of need—a need that matched hers.
    His arms braced either side of her enclosed her in a cocoon of burning desire as he pinned her with his delicious weight. She widened her legs to accommodate him. C urled one leg around his and rubbed her calf against the back of his hair-roughened thigh. He pressed his hips forward, and when the hard length of his erection slid through the wet folds at her core, they both released drawn-out groans. Then he drew back and let the head of his penis glide down to her entrance.
    He plunged into her.
    Sandy cried out from the concentrated sensation, and Cam stilled. He looked down into her face, his eyes dark with a mixture of arousal and concern.
    “Aw, princess, did I hurt you?”
    She shook her head, lost in an incredible sensory overload. “No...don’t stop...you feel so good.” She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips in encouragement. The tight pressure building between her thighs begged for release.
    He lowered his forehead to hers, his breathing harsh, whole body shaking from his restraint. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Then don’t stop. If you don’t continue right now, I just might die.”
    “You should go on top.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
    Sandy sat astride him lost in waves of enthralling pleasure. Cam was thicker, longer than she was used to. He stretched her, filled her so deliciously that she never wanted his lovemaking to end.
    His hands bracketed her hips. “How’s that?”
    “Better than amazing.”
    His chuckle was low and rough with desire. “Yeah, much better,” he said on a growl.  
    She lifted her hips then delaying gratification, slid back down the steely length of him at a snail-like pace. On a drawn-out moan, her head fell back, her hair brushed Cam’s thighs, and she felt them quiver under her.
    He thrust up in unison to her downward bounce as she planted her hands on his chest and rode him to a quick orgasm. She never wanted this to end, but the sensations were too powerful to prolong, and a series of raspy moans slipped from her throat as wave after rapturous wave of orgasmic bliss stormed her