Too Wilde to Tame

'Okay, affair,' he said, accepting her choice of word to describe what had happened between them that past Friday night. 'Because of our involvement, I don't think I'm the right person to handle this case. Conflict of interest and all that.'

Bullshit, she wanted to say but didn't. She'd never been a potty mouth, and she wasn't about to start now. She also hated to resort to scheming tactics, but she was desperate to persuade him. 'Fine, I'll handle this myself,' she said abruptly and scooped up the pictures still spread out on the counter. 'Forget I ever came by, and I'd appreciate you keeping this to yourself.'

He grasped her wrist before she could shove the photos back into the envelope. Her pulse thrummed erratically beneath the press of his warm thumb, and she lifted her gaze to his. Heat and desire arched between them, and she watched him struggle to keep his reaction to her in check.

'Mia, don't be stupid,' he bit out in annoyance. 'You can't go off on your own with the possibility of someone stalking you.'

'I prefer not to.'

He groaned, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. 'You always have to make things difficult, don't you?'

She flashed him a sassy grin. 'You should be flattered that I came to you for help.'

He lifted a brow at her attempt to manipulate him. 'Flattered enough to agree to help you, you mean?'

'It's all semantics, sugar.' She shrugged and started to withdraw her hand from his grasp. 'But the bottom line is, you're not interested.'

He tightened his grip, and her heart skipped a wild beat. 'No, that's the problem,' he said in a rough, gravely tone of voice. 'I'm way too interested… in you!'

The honest emotion in his beautiful green eyes startled her. Many men had sweet-talked her in an attempt to get under her skirt, but never with the kind of intensity and need she'd just witnessed in Cameron's gaze. It was thrilling to know he wanted her that much, because the feeling was definitely mutual.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. 'And that's a problem, why?'

'Because I don't think you and I are a good match. Outside of the bedroom, anyway.' His thumb brushed gently, seductively over that sensitive spot on her wrist as if to soothe away the sting of his words. 'I want you, Mia, and being inside of you that one time was nothing short of amazing, but the truth is, you're all wrong for me, in so many ways, and I just don't think you and I working together is such a great idea.'

She couldn't deny that his comment hurt, though she had to admit it didn't come as a huge surprise. She'd always known she wasn't Cameron's type-outside of the bedroom, anyway. She was good enough for him to have sex with, but not good enough for him to consider a relationship with. At least he was being open and honest with her and taking her feelings into consideration, because that was the nice, do-right kind of guy he was.

But for as much as his comment made her heart feel a little battered and bruised, she wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, either. Especially considering her own lousy track record with men. So she supposed on some level they wanted the same thing, which made for a perfect arrangement, in her way of thinking.

'What's the matter, sugar?' she taunted, drawing strength from her ability to push her true feelings deep down inside, which was a helluva lot easier than dealing with them outright. 'Afraid it will happen again?'

'The thing is, if I'm near you for any length of time and the opportunity presents itself, I know it'll happen again.'

With that bit of honesty out in the open between them, he tugged gently on her arm, pulling her off her chair and toward him, until she stood between his widespread thighs. He rested his big hands on her waist to hold her in place, and her lower body quickened when she felt the hard, thick length of him pressing against her jeans zipper. Face-to-face, their eyes locked, and she was mesmerized by the carnal desire she saw glittering in his gaze and absolutely breathless with anticipation of what he intended to do.

'I can't stop thinking about last Friday and how much I want to be with you again,' he said as he slipped his hands upward, beneath the hem of her camisole top. His warm, slightly callused thumbs stroked along her belly, and her nipples tightened into hard points. 'Except this time, I'd make it right.'

She'd deliberately goaded Cameron to protect her emotions and to show him she was unaffected by his remark about the two of them not being a good match. But what she hadn't expected was for Cameron to turn the tables on her and draw her into a web of sensuality so powerful, she felt helpless to resist him. And why should she curb her desires when she wanted him so badly?

With that arousing thought tumbling through her head, she placed her hands on his forearms, loving the feel of his hair-roughened skin, toned muscles, and the heat radiating off him. Undeniably curious, she asked, 'What do you mean, 'make it right'?'

'I'd take it real slow this time,' he explained as he dragged his hands back out from under her top.

She almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, until he filled both of his palms with her heavy, aching breasts and squeezed them through the thin material of her camisole top and sheer bra.

His gaze melded with hers, so hot she felt singed by his sizzling stare. 'I'd give more attention to these lovely mounds of flesh and take each one into my mouth so I can finally know how you taste. I'd suck on your nipples for a good long time before moving on.'

She bit her bottom lip and swallowed back a moan as he closed his thumb and index finger around those stiff, sensitive tips and gave a firm, tantalizing tug on each one, which she felt all the way down to her core. She might have been able to hold back her verbal response to his seduction, but her body automatically arched into his skillful hands.

The slight, sinful smile that curved his mouth told her he knew how hot and restless he was making her, and he was enjoying every minute of having the upper hand. 'When I finally have my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel,' he went on as his fingers skimmed downward, mimicking his words. 'And then, when you were writhing beneath me and begging for more, I'd go down on you and use my tongue to make you come, no matter how long it took.'

This time, she did moan, long and loud, as he slid his long fingers between her jean-clad thighs and pressed his thumb hard against her cleft.

Her helpless sound of wanting seemed to please him, though the rogue wasn't done tormenting her just yet. 'I'd spend hours kissing you here… long, slow, soft kisses. Deep, tongue-swirling kisses. Hard, sucking kisses against your clit, until you finally screamed with the pleasure of it.'

She was melting, her sex tingling where his fingers were rubbing against her swollen flesh, and she suspected that if anyone could make her have an orgasm that way, it would be Cameron.

It was all she could do to keep herself from crawling up onto his lap and straddling his waist for a more direct, illicit contact. Instead, she grasped his bare shoulders with her hands before her legs gave out on her and she dropped her head closer to his. 'And then what?' she dared to ask, even as her breath came in short, anxious pants.

Lifting his free hand up to her face, he gently brushed the backs of his knuckles against her flushed cheek before threading his fingers through her hair and curling them around the nape of her neck. He drew her head down to his, and the last thing she caught was the lust simmering in his eyes before she felt his lips graze along her jaw, all the way up to her ear.

He pressed his cheek against hers, the electric scrape of his evening stubble on her soft skin an erotic sensation that heightened the sexual tension rising between them. She closed her eyes and leaned more fully into his hard, lean body, anxiously awaiting what he'd say next.

He certainly didn't disappoint her. 'And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you,' he murmured, his breath warm and damp against her ear. 'I'd fuck you slowly, make it last so I can savor everything about how you feel, inside and out… how hot and tight you are, the way you moan when I thrust high and hard, and the way your soft breasts and hard nipples feel rubbing against my chest. Then there's the friction of our bodies straining together, and finally, how exquisite you feel gripping my cock as I come.'

She shivered, and with his fingers tangled through the hair at the back of her neck, he gently tugged her head back so their gazes met once more and their lips were mere inches apart. There was something strangely exciting about being at this man's mercy, as she currently was. God, she wanted him, with a fierce, powerful kind of need she'd never experienced before.

With her own mouth poised so close to his, she issued a challenge to get exactly what she desired. 'So what's stopping you from doing all that?' Certainly not her.