“No.”
“No? You don’t want me to return the favor?” I arch a brow.
“I do. I really, really do, but the moment your mouth is on me, my willpower will snap.”
I smirk, knowing he’s struggling as much as I am. “Well, you either let me take care of that or you get to jerk off in the shower like I did earlier.”
He swallows hard, groaning. “You didn’t.”
“I swear! The real thing, though? One thousand percent better, so let me.”
“I’m walking away now. Put your clothes on and meet me upstairs for breakfast.” He steps toward the doorway.
My arms drop to my sides, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. “Are you serious?”
“Cami,” he pleads. “Trust me. I’m going to rub my dick raw later thinking about you, but we can’t just jump into sex.”
Rejected. Again.
Chapter Twelve
ELIJAH
Cami is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but damn, when she’s annoyed, she’s somehow even sexier.
It’s quite fucking adorable too how hard she’s trying not to be mad when I know she is. With her shoulders squared and her nose in the air, she walks to the table and silently sits.
“Good morning,” I say, holding back a smile. “I warmed this up, so it’s nice and hot.”
“Great,” she grits out. “What is it?”
“French toast with berries.”
“Sounds delicious,” she blurts out, flashing me a fake grin. It’s hard to keep a straight face when she’s worked up like this. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Cami, it’s that she’s used to getting her way.
Not this time, though, and it’s killing her.
I might be getting a bit too much enjoyment out of this, but it’s best for both of us that I not cave. It doesn’t erase how much I desperately want her. I’ve always used a condom, but when Cami and I cross that bridge, I don’t want anything between us anyway. I could tell her that, but watching her squirm is far too entertaining.
I place the syrup and butter on the table, and after she puts them on her food, I hold out a small bowl. “Powdered sugar?” I ask.
She narrows her eyes, grabbing her fork. “Sure. Why not?”
“It’s tasty. Especially with the cinnamon in the mixture.”
“Load me up then.” She moves her plate closer.
I snort, shaking my head at her fierce determination to be bitter. “My pleasure.”
We eat in silence, casually stealing glances across the table. She keeps a pissed-off expression as she chews even though she’s obviously enjoying each bite by the way she scarfs it down. Once our plates are nearly cleaned, I stretch my leg underneath the table until it touches hers. At first, she flinches, but I continue until my foot reaches between her thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She gives me an incredulous look.
“Checking if you’re still wet for me.”
With the corner of her mouth tilted up slightly, she pushes her chair back until my foot falls. I watch her closely and am confused as hell when she slides down to the floor and crawls between my legs.
“Uh…” I pull back, but she grips the hem of my shorts and yanks them down. “Cami…” I lower my voice, pushing the chair out from under the table. “You better not.”
Her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft, and my entire body succumbs to her touch.
Fuck. Me.
She rises up on her knees just enough to place her lips around the tip of my cock, and I scramble to move away because she’s testing my control. However, she digs her nails into my thigh with one hand while gripping my length with the other and halts me in place. The moment I feel her hot breath brush over my sensitive skin, I know I don’t have a fighting chance to resist her.
I’ve wanted her for so long and can’t deny how incredible it feels to have her mouth on me. Tilting my head, I watch as she devours every inch of me. I fist her hair and admire how gorgeous she looks on her knees.
“You suck me so fucking good, Cami.” My eyes roll back. She twists her wrists, stroking me faster and harder while twirling her tongue like a goddamn goddess. “Shit.”
My arms fall, unable to concentrate on anything other than how good she’s making me feel. I’m already close and about to explode. With a loud pop, Cami leans back and wipes her mouth. She flashes a wide, perfect smile, then gets to her feet.
Confused, I glare at her. “Uh…” I clear my throat, unsure of what I’m supposed to say.
“You finish inside me, or you don’t finish at all.”
“You know I can just get myself off, right?” I challenge, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.
“Sure, but you’ll have to live with the fact that you chose your hand over my pussy.”
“Cami,” I growl. “Quit being a sadist and get your sexy mouth over here.”
“Mmm…nah. Good luck with that.” She points at my painful erection and winks, then walks away.
I’m not about to let her get her way and win, so I quickly pull up my shorts and follow her. She sees me coming and runs.
“No! Go away!” she scream-laughs, rushing up the stairs as fast as she can. Before she gets to the third floor, I grab her wrist and yank her to my chest.
We’re both panting and smiling as she tries to escape my grip. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room. Alone.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have some company?” I arch a brow, pushing her into the wall with my hips so she can feel my cock rub against her. If she wants to play games with me, I’ll make the next move and show her who’s gonna win this battle.
She glares at me, looking like pure temptation, and shrugs. “I got off. You’re the one with blue balls.”
Burying my face in her neck, I chuckle against her ear as I slide my hands over her body. “I have plenty of bikini images of you in
