The Dare Collection July 2019. Nicola MarshЧитать онлайн книгу.

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      THE NEXT DAY couldn’t go fast enough. Cameron had never resented his work before, but it had never kept him from something he wanted before. Someone. Trish had set up shop back in their suite, while he was left to make the trek to Concord Inc. on his own. It had seemed reasonable at the time, but he swore he could actually feel the distance between them growing.

      Not to mention the seconds ticking away from their time left together.

      He didn’t know how to fix that. She’d been ready to call the whole thing off before he’d distracted her with an offer for a reprieve. He wasn’t delusional to think that more time spent in his presence would endear him to her. His cock? Fuck yeah. But it had been too long since he’d tried to tiptoe around someone else’s emotions. Just from the law of averages alone, he would say something to piss her off and screw things up before the week ran out.

       Unless we just keep having sex until we’re too tired to talk.

      As appealing as that option was, he wanted more. The haunted tour last night had been goofy, but Trish’s excitement had rubbed off on him, and seeing the tour through her eyes meant he enjoyed the hell out of it. He wanted to watch her favorite horror movies to have her prove him wrong about the genre. He wanted to share his favorite books with her. He wanted to know everything about her, where she’d been, where she was headed.

      Cameron could count on one hand how many people he’d actually wanted to spend more time with...and still have fingers left over if he wasn’t including family. Trish was so refreshing and amazing, and she never seemed to take it personally when he said the wrong thing. Set him straight? Without a doubt. But she didn’t huff and walk away from him and leave him wondering where the hell he’d gone wrong.

      Over the years, he’d picked up bits and pieces from Aaron about his two sisters, but Cameron had never paid much attention because he never expected to actually meet them.

      He didn’t give a damn what Aaron had to say about Trish. He wanted to hear her history for himself.

       Moving too fast.

      Was he, though? He’d dated enough to know that something like this didn’t come around often. It didn’t come around at all for him. He’d be a fool to let her go, no matter how unfathomable he found this new territory.

      Besides, it was hard to move too fast when she was already planning her exit strategy.

      He forced thoughts of Trish from his head as he got to work on the security system Concord Inc. had commissioned. It was relatively straightforward as such things went, for all the nondisclosure agreements and secrecy, but setting it up required time. He could put together the appropriate firewalls and systems in his sleep, but Cameron hadn’t gotten to where he was by half-assing anything.

      No matter how much he wanted to do just that today.

      He made himself keep working until five, and then packed up and headed back to the hotel. With each step that brought him closer, excitement thrummed in his chest. He’d drag Trish into the shower with him to ease their thirst for each other, and then they’d head out for food and a little more sightseeing.

      He barely made it through the door.

      Trish appeared as if by magic—as if she’d been waiting—and gave him a quick kiss even as she started unbuttoning his shirt. She wore a different one of his shirts, and she should have looked absurd in the oversize clothing with her bare legs. Instead, she looked downright delicious. “You’ve been gone all day.”

      Surprise kept his feet planted and his hands off her as he watched her finish with his shirt. “That was the plan.”

      “I know. It was a stupid plan.” She shoved his shirt and jacket off his shoulders and gave a little hum of satisfaction. “Do you know how many times I ended up in our bed with my hand between my legs, thinking about you while I worked myself into a frenzy?” Trish had his pants undone and shoved them down before he had a chance to speak. She stroked his cock and gave him a sweet little smile. “We can talk in a minute, okay?”

      Cameron leaned back against the wall next to the door and sifted his fingers through her curls. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to stop you. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

      She pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Good. I’d hate to suffer alone.”

      “Perish the thought,” he murmured. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch her kiss her way down his chest until she was on her knees. Cameron used his hold on her hair to push it back from her face and ensure an unobstructed view. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this.

      She stroked him once, twice, and then took him into her mouth. How many times had Cameron jacked himself to the image of her brightly painted lips wrapped around his cock? Pink, red, and on one memorable day, she’d worn purple. Today her lips were a pink bright enough to be seen from space, and the sight of his cock disappearing between them was almost as good as the feel of her mouth sucking him deep. She went after him with the same desperation he had churning up inside him every time he thought about what would happen once they boarded the plane back to New York.

      His cock bumped the back of Trish’s throat and it was too much. Cameron hauled her up his body. “I need more than your mouth right now.”

      “No fair.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them toward what had become their bedroom. “You go down on me all the freaking time. I want my turn.”

      “Later.”

      “Why do I think later means never?” She laughed as he dropped her onto the mattress and yanked off the shirt. She wore absolutely nothing beneath it. Her laugh was like nothing he’d ever heard before. Joyfully filling up the room until all he could focus on was this woman in this moment.

      As if he’d want to be anywhere else.

      Cameron bracketed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. “If later meant never, then I’d say never. Later means later.” He pushed a single finger into her and cursed when he found her wet and tight. “Were you fucking yourself with your fingers while I was walking here?”

      Her grin turned evil. “Maybe.”

      “What am I going to do with you, Trish?”

      Her laugh turned into a moan as he pushed a second finger into her. “I have a few ideas.”

      “I’m all ears.” He kept slowly fucking her with his fingers, ensuring he hit that spot inside her that made her eyes damn near cross with every stroke. He circled her clit with his thumb. “Hmm?”

      “You’re unbelievable.” She reached up and hooked the back of his neck, towing herself up to kiss him. “You want it spelled out? I want you. Hands. Mouth. Cock. All of it. Every position. Over and over again.”

      His stomach dropped, and even though Cameron knew better, he still said, “Your list of my attributes leaves a lot to be desired.”

      Trish rolled her eyes and flopped back