I sweep my hands behind me right as Cameron’s lips latch onto my breast through my tank, his tongue dampening the cotton with the most incredible friction, making me gasp out loud when he bites softly.

“Tell me you have a condom.”

“Are you kidding?” he says, tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. “Ever since that first night, I have at least three on my person at all times.” He reaches into his back pocket and passes it into my waiting hand.

I snicker. “Ambitious.”

He deftly unhooks my bra with a smirk. “Prepared.”

He palms my breast, lifting and weighing, letting his thumb flick over the sensitive tip. Once. Twice. “Cam…” It comes out on a moan, and he grins, teasing.

“Yes, Shelby?” Three times. His tongue gives the slightest lick, leaving me bare and cold and desperate. He steps closer, pressing himself against me. I can’t keep from bucking against him.

“I hate you,” I pant.

“You don’t.”

“I might.”

He removes his shirt, painstakingly slipping the buttons of his plaid work shirt through one by one.

He takes me down, lays his shirt on the bench. “Oh,” I say and kick off my shoes. He slips my zipper south, peeling off my jeans before I gracelessly wriggle out of my underwear. He places me back on the bench, his shirt spread out beneath me. Feeling midway between caught and bold, I spread my legs apart, opening myself to him and meet his stunned gaze straight on.

“Christ, Springfield,” he says with a growl. “If I had a camera. I’ve never seen anything so…”

“Impatient? Turned on? Deliciously frustrated?” I reach for his belt, hungrily kissing along his collarbone and down his bare chest. My tongue curls, circling his flat nipple, and I drag my teeth until he hisses. The echo of his desire reverberates softly in the open space of my workshop, and I’m done waiting. I spring him free of his clothes and sheath him in the condom, leading him forward.

He captures my lips in a frantic, heady kiss, all tongue and strength, probing and loving me. His fingers cup and pinch my breasts until I’m writhing against him and he grabs my hips, taking me in one slick thrust.

My entire body tightens around the place where we meet, absorbing him and making him mine. When he pulls back, he takes his time, letting me feel the absence, before powerfully filling me again and again, striking against the place that makes stars burst behind my eyelids and sparks ignite in my veins. I’m reckless and undone and practically sobbing with want and Cameron is there. Matching me, protecting me, ravishing me, loving me.