Outspoken Angel (17 page)

She gasped and her eyes flashed. “You called
me Cameron!”

“I did.”

“I’m not teasing.”

“Good.” He growled and tipped her chin with
his finger. ”Because teasing me is dangerous right now.”

He took her lips between his and lightly
traced them with his tongue to test her willingness one last time.
She returned his kiss with a vengeance and rubbed herself against
him.

He tore his lips from hers and wound a hand
in her hair to force her head back. “Be absolutely sure about
this.”

She gave him a smile that stripped him naked
before she slid her hand between them to stroke the rigid length of
his cock restrained by his jeans. “Oh, I’m sure. I’ve been sure for
days.”

He thrust his aching shaft against her hand
before he brushed her skilled fingers to the side.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her
up the stairs. “Before you have a new nickname for me.”

“Like what?” She giggled as she struggled to
climb the stairs at his pace.

“Quick Draw,” he grunted.

Max shut the bedroom door and leaned against
it to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat. Through hooded eyes,
she gazed at him as she grasped the hem of her camisole, slid it up
over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood there,
topless, under the watchful eye of his approval while her scarlet
bra encouraged him to investigate further.

He couldn’t disguise the need in his voice.
“Red is my new favorite color.”

Once again the sound of tinkling bells filled
the tense silence.

“Damn bells,” he muttered as he glanced
around the room, frustrated and aroused at the same time.

“Bells?”

“Yeah.” He snarled. “Tiny, little jingling
bells.”

“How long have you been hearing these bells,
Max?” She stepped closer to him and the noise persisted.

“Every time I’m near you.” He ran his finger
over the satin of her barely-there bra, not sure what tempted him
more - releasing her firm, swollen breasts for his touch, or
locating the source of the bells.

She wiggled her hips. “Do they sound like
this?”

Max jerked his eyes from her breasts down to
her stomach and made a discovery that threatened to take him to his
knees. There, in her belly button, hung a tiny, gold bell that
jingled faintly every time she moved.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” he muttered.

“Did you think the angels were singing?” she
teased.

He pulled her to him and walked her backwards
to the bed. Gently, he laid her back, and came down over her to
unclasp the catch of her bra with one flick of a finger.

“Cameron baby,” he whispered, “the angels are
about to sing.”

Palming her breasts, he ran his tongue down
her cleavage to taste the damp moisture on her skin. Damn, he loved
her breasts. For a petite thing, she filled both of his large
hands, allowing him ample access to her pleasure points. She gasped
as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked until it became
rigid with need. Moving to the next one, he reached between them to
ring her bell again and stroke the smooth, flat skin of her
stomach.

He unzipped his pants and granted his raging
hard-on some much-needed space. His cock jumped at the top of his
boxers and demanded to be unleashed but he knew better. Once he
shed his pants, no one was safe.

He sucked in a short breath as she somehow
managed to slither her hand into his pants and past his boxers to
wrap her fingers around his needy cock.

Sweet Jesus
.

Max stood helpless in her grip, careful not
to make any sudden moves, while he attempted to analyze her
strategy. Her thumb slid across his overly-sensitive head. Her
irises flickered from a pale baby blue to the color of deep
midnight. So dark and murky they were almost black. Then very
slowly she moved her fist up his length and down again. A tight,
long pull that made him putty in her hands.

Sweat coated the back of his neck. Something
told him to back away, sprint to the nearest foxhole and hide. No
way would she risk breaking a heel to chase him. Yeah, not a cold
chance in hell he’d even consider that. Instead, he widened his
stance and moved his hands to rest on her waist.

She gave him a sexy wink. “Feels good,
huh?”

“Hell yeah.” He thrust further into her
hold.

She eased to her tiptoes and breathed several
open-mouthed kisses against the cotton stretched over his chest.
Slowly, she flattened her feet to the floor, her tongue circling
one nipple and then the other on the way down. She gave his cock
another pull and then squatted between his legs. Before he could
see past his incredible haze of arousal, she eased him completely
out of his boxers until his dick stood long and hard, pointed
directly at her mouth.

He took a deep breath. He’d never last with
her mouth sucking the sweet life out of him. “Cameron, stop.”

She looked him straight in the eye. “No.”

And then the little imp leaned forward,
rounded her lips, and blew a long, hot breath against his now
purple, swollen head.

Max wound his fingers in her curls and
yanked. “Easy.”

She gave a sly smile then wrapped her plump
red lips around him and sucked. Hard.

His dick jumped and grazed the top of her
mouth. “That’s not easy,” he grunted.

She tightened her lips to hold him in place
then her tongue began to caress the hard rod. Up one side. Down the
other.

Unable to stop himself, he began to thrust in
and out of her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base of his
cock and stroked as he increased his momentum. Several small
whimpers left her lips and vibrated against the hard muscle. His
spine began to tingle.

With a muffled curse, he freed his dick and
pulled her up to stand in front of him. “As much as I enjoy being
inside that smart little mouth, I can’t take any more.”

She gave him another sexy smirk. “What’s the
matter Big Bad Max? Too hot for you?”

He smashed her against him. “You are a pesky
little tease.”

She released a giggle against his chest.
“Yes, but I literally had you in the palm of my hand.”

Max allowed a grin to split his lips. Damn
straight she held him in her hand. Even better, in her mouth.

He rested his chin on the top of her head,
wishing to hell he didn’t have to speak his next admission. “I have
a small problem.”

“Maxie,” she scolded as she slipped her hands
between them to stroke his length again, “there’s absolutely
nothing small about you.”

He pushed into her hold. “I don’t have
anything to protect you.”

“Then you’re not a real Boy Scout.”

He gave a half laugh and moved her from his
chest. “Apparently not.”

A green light flashed in her eyes. “I’m
protected.”

“You are?” he croaked.

“Yes, but it’s been awhile for me.”

“I’m clean.”

“No groupies?” she taunted.

He shook his head. Groupies again. “I saved
those for Pirelli.”

“I didn’t sleep with Pirelli.”

His heart danced at her admission.

“I know.” He eased her hand out of his boxers
and placed the palm to his lips.

He caressed the tender skin between each
finger with his tongue, suckled gently on the edge of each
fingertip, and then placed another kiss against the center of her
palm. Holding her sparkling eyes hostage with his, he placed her
hand flat against his heart.

Cameron’s heart melted at Max’s tender
gesture as she realized the depth of his commitment to her. Being a
man of few words, he hadn’t been exactly vocal about his feelings,
but deep down she knew. She felt the undeniable strength of his
body language and the painful power of his restraint. And she was
right there with him, her body, heart and soul in perfect
harmony.

Rolling to one side, he tucked her neatly
against him and stroked the side of her breast with his
knuckles.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do
this.” The hoarse need in his voice echoed her own.

“I know,” she teased.

He groaned and rolled her on top of him, her
legs positioned on either side. He rubbed his finger along the edge
of one leg of her shorts, releasing the warm, wet heat of her
desire, and tickled the tender flesh there. She squirmed and
attempted to position herself over his fingers until finally, he
pushed past her thin barrier of lace to touch her bare flesh.
Undeniable need made her whimper as his fingers parted her,
momentarily satisfied when he dared to delve deeper and slip one
finger inside her.

“You are a bad, bad boy, Max.” She hissed
through gritted teeth and squeezed her eyes closed in contented
agony. With her trembling hands braced against his broad chest, she
rocked herself against him as he played. Desperate for relief, she
increased her tempo to beg for more. With another roll of her hips,
his intimate massage quickened. Her insides coiled. She fought for
breath. His fingers worked her wet, slippery flesh until she shook
out of control.

“Max,” she whispered as her body took flight,
dulled her sense of awareness and bathed her in ecstasy. The force
of her orgasm threw her forward to rest her head on his chest. Her
body continued to pulse around his fingers.

His low chuckle finally forced her eyes open.
She lifted her head to see a smile of pure male appreciation curve
the corners of his mouth. “Still think I’m bad?”

She almost screamed when he slid his hand
from between her legs. “Absolutely.” Impatient and very, very
needy, she sat up and reached between them to take him in hand,
determined to convince herself that touching him just might take
the edge off her frustration.

He nabbed her hand in one smooth move.

“Nuh-huh,” he grunted, “I’ve waited too long
for this to be over so soon.”

Before she could protest, he shifted to one
side and deposited her beside him. She read the desire in his eyes
as he caressed her stomach, drew lazy circles around the smooth
area, and then dipped one finger under the waistband of her shorts.
Her stomach muscles quivered and she sucked air into her lungs,
frantically trying to fill them.

Breathe, Cameron.

Soon her shorts were inched low on her hips
to expose her tan lines.

He bent to place a kiss against the pale
flesh. “You don’t tan naked?”

She grinned. “I’m not much of a show
off.”

He claimed her lips and his moist, firm mouth
coaxed her eager response.

“Lift up, Sweetheart.” His breath was hot
against her lips.

As Cameron lifted her hips, Max removed her
shorts and panties in one fluid movement and dropped them to the
floor. Hunger for her rumbled inside him as she lay exposed. This
was exactly what he wanted. Cameron. Naked. Ready for his
touch.

He leaned over her stomach and blew softly on
the bell nestled inside her belly button. His erection flexed at
the sound of the muffled tinkling that floated on the baited
silence of the room. She arched further into him when he nudged the
bell with his tongue.

He pressed his palm to her stomach and eased
her back to the bed. “Just wait, sweet stuff, it gets better.” He
bent his head to her middle again and then raised it. “Don’t move
your hands.

She raised both eyebrows and he knew full
well what was coming.

So, he didn’t give her a chance. “Do I need
my handcuffs?”

Her lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to
let another challenge slip out. But, she didn’t speak. Instead, the
maneater smirk returned and she moved her gaze toward one bedpost
then back to him.

“Not this time.”

His dick stretched another painful inch.

God in heaven.

Determined to maintain some sort of control,
he lowered his head again, prepared to give her something else to
think about other than how to drive him insane.

He placed his mouth against her stomach, just
below her belly button and the cock-squeezing bell. She gasped and
squeezed his shoulders when his tongue drew a vertical line down
until he breathed an open-mouthed kiss to the top of her mound.

He chuckled. So much for control.

“I thought I told you not to move your
hands,” he said against her skin as he moved his mouth lower.

Only a groan left her lips as he zeroed in on
his target. Max gave her clit a flick with his tongue and then
closed his lips around the tender flesh. Her fingernails bit his
shoulders.

He gave the hardened nub a tight suck and
then released it from his hold as he paused to inhale the sweet
smell of her arousal. His mouth watered. Damn his sweet tooth.

He released a breath then trailed his tongue
down her wet slit, opening her wider along the way and nibbling on
the swollen flesh.

Cameron writhed beneath him as he lapped at
her with his tongue. “Max, please,” she whimpered.

With a low chuckle, he pushed a finger inside
her and curved it upward. She cried out and arched off the bed. He
added another finger and then moved in and out of her, careful to
drag his fingers across the quivering spot just at the top of his
middle finger.

Cameron ground her hips against his hand,
cramming his fingers further inside. “Yes, Max.”

He watched in awe as she moved her fingers
across her clit, imitating his rhythm inside her body. Scalding hot
heat surrounded him. A rush of moisture left her body and he felt
her muscles clamp down on him with a quickening pulse beneath his
touch.

Still focused on her self-pleasure, Max
realized too late he’d been distracted when he felt her grasp his
cock.

“Cameron,” he warned.

“My name again.” She giggled mischievously as
she wrapped him in another all-too-familiar death grip and stroked
him from top to bottom and back again, pulling him against her
smooth skin and dangerously close to the sweet heaven between her
legs.