I lick my lips.

He lets out a moan. "Fuck," he says, covering himself with the towel, but it's too late. I've already seen it.

"Lucy," he whispers, and I slowly peel my eyes away from his covered hard-on and look at him.

His eyes are dark—darker than I've ever seen them. He steps forward, the hunger in his gaze so evident. He licks his lips again as he grips the edge of his door.

"Where's Mom?" he asks.

"Date night," I whimper.

He nods once, his eyes never leaving mine. He drops his towel and places his hand on my waist as he slowly pushes the door closed with the other. The motion of our bodies causes me to back up against it. He rests his hands on the door on either side of my head and leans in. His lips barely touch mine when he whispers, "So we're alone?"

I suppress my moan and shake my head slowly.

His tongue darts out to lick my lips. Slowly. From one side to the other. "I bet you taste as good as you look."

And that's when I lose it.

My head flings back, hitting the door behind me. My eyes drift closed, waiting for more.

And he gives it.

He gives me more.

His mouth covers mine; soft, wet, just like his tongue when he swipes it against mine. "Babe," he moans into my mouth.

My hands reach up, gripping his shoulders and pulling him down. His hands move to my waist, his fingers curling and his thumb slowly rubbing my bare stomach. And then they move. Lower. Down my skirt—his fingers bunching the material. For a split second, I wish he were wearing a shirt, one I could grip and then rip off him.

Fuck.

My legs rub together, trying to ease an ache building in the pit of my stomach. He releases my skirt and runs his hands down to my bare thighs. One hand lifts my leg, and places it around him. He pushes into my center. Just once. But it's all I need.

His other hand moves higher on my thigh, the touch so light it makes me shiver. He doesn't notice. His movements don't falter. Not for a second. Not until his hand is covering my ass. "Fuck," he spits, right before he grips it tight. So tight it hurts. And turns me on. He lifts me off the ground, my legs automatically going around him. I can feel him between my legs, his hardness pressing into me. He pulls back from my mouth, his eyes burning with lust. Both his hands grip my ass now, as he stares down at my breasts. "Take your shirt off." It's not a question. It's a demand—one that I don't argue with.

He swallows loudly. His eyes are everywhere, all at once. He pushes into me again, his hands squeezing me tighter. I can feel the wetness building. I should be ashamed, but I'm not. I want him to know how badly I need him—how much he turns me on.

He grunts, lifting me higher against the door and placing his mouth on my breasts, just above my bra. His gaze lifts, but his mouth stays. "Are you okay?" His words comes out rough, fueled by his desire. His voice vibrates my skin, and now it's my turn to push into him. That's all the answer he needs. His teeth clamp around my bra, pulling it down and freeing a breast.

And then he does something he's never done before.

My back arches when I feel the warmth of his mouth on my nipple. First one, then the other. He moves one hand off my ass and snakes it around my back. And then we're moving. He walks me with my legs still around him to his bed. He lays me down slowly and stands to full height. My eyes shut tight. I can feel his gaze on me, taking me in from head to toe. He lifts my legs, and removes my boots. Slowly. Taking his time. "Fuck, Luce, you're beautiful."

I open my eyes, no longer self-conscious. No longer afraid.

He shakes his head from side to side before placing a knee on the bed, between my legs. He uses it to push them further apart. I know what he wants. I nod slowly, so he knows that I want it too. He leans down, his hands slowly moving up the inside of my thighs. The material of my skirt lifts with the movement of his hands.

And then I panic.

I try squeezing me legs together but his strong hands stop me. His palms flatten on the top of my thighs—making it impossible. "If you want me to stop, say it." He licks his lips again, waiting for me to respond. But I can't speak. I can't lie. I don't want him to stop. So I answer him the only way I can, I let my muscles relax and spread my legs wider for him. He doesn't go slowly this time. His fingers curl around my panties and he pulls them down my legs. The cold air hitting my wetness makes me gasp.

"Come here," I manage to get out.

He doesn't hesitate; he gets on the bed next to me and kisses me. First my mouth, then my jaw, and then down my neck. He kisses my chest, moving lower with each kiss. His tongue leaves a trail of wetness to my breasts. He takes one in his mouth again, using his tongue, his lips, his teeth, all of it driving me insane, beyond the point of anything I've ever felt before. "Cameron," I whisper.

His gaze lifts.

I remove his hand from my breast and push it lower, where we both want him to be.

"Are you sure?"

I don't reply with words, I just push his hand further down.

The first touch has my head lifting off the pillow.

He sucks my nipple harder.

"Holy fuck," he moans, running a finger slowly up, and back down again. He moves his mouth to my other breast, right before I feel him inside me. He lifts his mouth. "Baby," he pants.

My back arches.

My eyes shut.

My breath catches.

My world stops.

A door opens.

"Cameron?"