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.

But then his mouth dipped down again, scattering her thoughts into the night as he once again trailed his lips along her throat and down to her breasts, where he lavished the plump curves with slow, damp kisses that had a clutch of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The words he'd spoken to her a few nights ago came back to her now, adding to the erotic sensations ricocheting through her. 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…

Cameron made good on his promise, using the wet, swirling warmth of his tongue along her breasts, the arousing scrape of his teeth, and finally the deepening suction of his mouth on the beaded tips. She gasped and arched upward as a bolt of white-hot pleasure shot from her breasts to the growing ache between her legs, where the pressure and friction of her fingers threatened to send her spiraling over the edge. She eased back before her climax hit, and she couldn't stop the whimper of need that escaped her throat.

When I finally had my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel…

And that's exactly what he did. His lips skimmed along her rib cage, and the hot slide of his tongue lapped across her trembling stomach, then delved into her belly button in a wicked, erotic kind of French kiss. She moaned, long and low, and her free hand gripped the covers at her side in a tight fist. It was all she could do to keep herself from coming apart right then and there.

"Cameron," she whispered hoarsely, desperately. "Please."

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…

He shifted between her spread legs and moved lower, settling in so his broad shoulders kept her knees firmly apart. Her body jerked as his mouth touched down on the inside of her thigh. His lips were soft, his breath damp and hot as he slowly, leisurely kissed and licked his way upward until he reached the very core of her.

By then, she was nearly sobbing with need, and still, somehow, someway, she managed to hold back. He tested her restraint even further when he used his tongue to follow the stroke of her fingers along her weeping sex, learning from her own touch and caresses exactly what she liked and what gave her the greatest enjoyment.

He was a quick study, and it didn't take him long to master her rhythm and discover her most intimate secrets. When he was seemingly confident of his ability to take over, he urged her legs up and slipped his arms beneath her raised thighs. He pulled her hand away and laced his fingers with hers at the side of her hips, holding her captive and forcing her to give herself completely over to him.

It was an incredibly easy thing to do, because she trusted him with her body. Maybe even more.

Then that frightening thought fled as the heat of his mouth covered her and his tongue took over where her fingers had left off. Slipping. Sliding. Swirling in and around her soft, swollen flesh before suckling on her clit in the most breath-stealing way. He finessed her body with such utter attention to her pleasure, worshipping her as if she belonged only to him, that she nearly passed out from the glut of sensation he lavished upon her.

He'd told her he'd spend hours if that's what it took to make her come, but within a matter of minutes, she was unraveling from the inside out. She started to pant and then her breath caught on a sob as her climax exploded and she was consumed by a overwhelming rush of pulsing heat. The force and intensity of her release tumbled her into the longest, most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you…

The shudders within her seemed to go on and on, and before the last of the tremors subsided, Cameron was moving up and over her. He covered her body with his own, all hard, lean muscles and barely suppressed hunger. In one long, smooth thrust, he slid into her, and she lifted her knees high against his waist to give him the deepest access possible. Once he was buried to the hilt, he closed his eyes and groaned as her inner muscles clasped him tight.

She knew he had to be aching for his own release, yet he went still, as if relishing the moment, the warmth and softness of being inside her, and the aftermath of the internal contractions still buffeting her body.

I'd make it last so I can savor everything about how you feet, inside and out, and finally, how exquisitely your body feels gripping my cock as I come…

As if he'd had a direct link to her thoughts, his lashes drifted back open and his darkened gaze locked with hers. He began to move, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging deeply. Again and again. Long, slow, agonizing strokes designed to make the pleasure last-for her, or himself, she didn't know, but it felt wonderful just the same.

He lowered his head and kissed her, the soft, sensual glide of his tongue matching the rhythm of his lazy thrusts. Eventually, the heat and friction and fire caught up to him, finally shattering his control.

She felt the change in him as his pace quickened, his breathing grew ragged, and he pumped harder, faster, toward his own completion. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his damp back, arched high and hard into his thrusts, and felt him stiffen as his climax peaked. He dragged his lips from hers, surged into her a final time, and on a ragged, primitive growl, he spilled himself into her.