Too Wilde to Tame

leg. One good tug had them slipping off her foot, which he massaged before giving her other foot the same treatment.

What should have been a simple and quick task, he turned into a sensual, luxurious undertaking that relaxed her entire body. Once he was done, he reclined back in his chair. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew the next part of the show was all hers, and she intended to give him a performance he'd remember long after their affair was over.

But first, she needed a little eye candy of her own. 'Will you take your shirt off for me, so I have something to fantasize about, too?' To her, there was something so incredibly sexy about a shirtless man. Especially this shirtless man, with his athletically honed body, a nice, muscular chest, washboard abs, and firm biceps.

Giving into her request, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. 'The floor's all yours, sweetheart,' he murmured.

She could have stripped naked right in front of Cameron, but she didn't want to give him everything all at once. Rather, she decided to stick to the 'less was more' theory and build the awareness and anticipation between them with teasing, provocative glimpses that would have him panting for more.

So she undipped her gold chain belt and set it on her dresser. Her halter-style dress didn't allow room for a bra, and with her back facing Cameron, she unfastened the neckline and let the outfit drop to the floor, leaving her wearing a skimpy beige G-string that was feminine and lacy in the front and nearly nonexistent in the back. She shimmied that off, too, and grinned to herself when she heard him groan low and deep in his throat.

A shiver of response rippled through her. The last time they were together she'd ended up only half-dressed. She knew he was waiting for her to turn around so he could look his fill of her completely nude for the first time, but she didn't give him that opportunity. At least not yet.

He'd told her to get ready like usual, as if he wasn't watching her every move. With that in mind, she walked to her adjoining bathroom, put up her hair, and turned on the shower, all part of her nightly routine. When the water was hot and steamy, she stepped inside-making sure Cameron saw nothing more than her naked backside.

But this was where things turned fun and oh-so-naughty. The shower door was lightly frosted, and she took full advantage of the fact that just the silhouette of her body was visible. Turning so he could see her side profile, she soaped up her hands and ran them over her body, taking great care to be sure her breasts, belly, and thighs received a fair amount of attention… and fondling. And then she added a few moans and sighs for good measure.

When she'd spent a sufficient amount of time arousing her body for the next phase of the seduction, she turned off the shower and grabbed a towel off the nearby rack. After quickly drying off, she wrapped the towel around her body and finally stepped from the stall, then into her bedroom again.

She glanced in Cameron's direction as she made her way to her dresser and noticed he'd taken off his shoes, socks, and jeans. All he had left on were a pair of white briefs, and there was no mistaking the impressive outline of his thick erection beneath the stretched cotton. It appeared that he wasn't going to give everything up all at once, either, and that just gave her something to look forward to later.

Once again facing away from Cameron, she dropped her towel and opened her lingerie drawer. She pulled out a short, sexy nightgown she'd recently bought, which was made of pink floral lace with a deep V neckline. The sides were held together by small satin bows, and between the flowery print the material was sheer, allowing beguiling glimpses of her skin to peek through. The babydoll nightie was a perfect blend of innocence and temptress, and she slipped it over her head and tugged it into place.

She reached for the matching pair of panties, but before she could step into them, Cameron spoke.

'Leave them off,' he ordered in a raspy voice.

Startled by his abrupt command, she glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him. 'You're not supposed to be here, remember?'

His eyes smoldered with an intense heat and the desire she'd spent the last half hour inflaming. 'Humor me. How can I see the way you touch yourself if you're wearing panties?'

Conceding his point, she left the underwear in the drawer. She pushed the pillows on her bed up against the headboard and then made herself comfortable in the middle of the soft mattress. The hem of her nightie hit her mid-thigh, and she bent her knee at an angle so he couldn't see the most intimate part of her just yet.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled a deep, relaxing breath. Normally, if she was alone, she'd get right down to business, with her ultimate goal her own sexual gratification. But with Cameron as her audience of one, there was no reason to rush the process. She wanted to enjoy the moment, make it last, and push him to the edge of restraint.

She slipped the thin strap of her gown off one shoulder, then the other, and slowly bared both of her breasts to the cool night air… and Cameron's gaze. From the foot of the bed, she heard him suck in a sharp breath, and the heady sound emboldened her, made her turn shameless and uninhibited and wanton… all for his viewing pleasure.

Her breasts felt tight and achy, and she cupped them in her hands, gently squeezing and kneading the firm, soft flesh before brushing her thumbs across her hard nipples. She thought of Cameron watching her and imagined it was his hands on her body, not her own. She envisioned his warm, damp lips on her breasts, his tongue rasping across the tips, and the wet heat of him sucking her deep inside his mouth.

Her breathing deepened as she slid her palms down her belly, the scrap of lace against her skin building sensation upon sensation. She dipped her hand between her thighs and slid a finger over her slick, wet heat. With a soft, breathy moan, she let her legs finally fall open and slowly, rhythmically stroked the knot of nerves that grew more and more sensitive with each passing caress.

She was so lost in her own private pleasure that she forgot all about Cameron until she felt the mattress dip beneath her. Her lashes fluttered open to find him kneeling between her thighs and his hands skimming her top upward.

'Lift your arms for me,' he rasped impatiently. 'I want this off.'

She did as he asked, and within seconds, the babydoll nightie was gone and she was completely naked. As he was, she noticed, eyeing the upward thrust of his shaft against his belly. Unable to help herself, she automatically reached out to touch him, but he caught her hand before she could wrap her fingers around that hard, masculine flesh.

He shook his head, causing strands of his dark blond hair to fall across his forehead, giving him a bit of a rebel appearance. 'This is my fantasy, remember?'

And with that statement, he gradually consumed her stark-naked body with his gaze, from the glistening folds between her thighs, up along her belly, and over her quivering breasts. When he finally reached her face, his eyes seemed lit from within with a hunger so urgent and explicit it shocked her. And thrilled her, too.

He released her hand, placed his palms on either side of her face, and lowered his lips to the side of her neck, near her ear. 'No matter what I do to you, keep touching yourself,' he said as he nipped at her lobe. 'But don't let yourself come just yet.'

He'd braced himself above her in a way so only his mouth was touching her skin, along with the occasional brush of his hair and the rasp of the stubble on his jaw. It was the most erotic sensation, knowing just how close the heat of his body was, yet only feeling the warmth of his breath and the damp softness of his lips as they nuzzled her throat.

Lord, how did he expect her to keep caressing herself intimately and deal with the drugging magic of having his mouth on her, yet not succumb to the climax that was inevitable from so much sensual stimulation?

'You're a masochist,' she complained with a pout.

'No, just selfish.' He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes, and she found herself mesmerized by the determination in his gaze. 'I want to be the one to give you that orgasm, not out of macho male pride, but because I want to experience your first time with you.'

Her heart squeezed tight in her chest, a distinct warning that she was so dangerously close to falling for Cameron in ways she'd never allowed herself to give to a man. He claimed he was being selfish, but what he wanted to do to her, and for her, was so incredibly generous. And if there was a first time, she wanted it to be with Cameron, too.

'I'm all yours,' she said and realized too late just how much meaning those words held for her.