Page 83 of I Loved You First

Tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, he eased back. “This seems to be working for you.”

She nodded. “Very much.”

“I think it’s safe to say you won’t need your shirt for our make-out session.”

She grinned as she lifted her arms for him to take it off. “Probably not.”

“And it wouldn’t hurt if we ditch your bra.”

She glanced toward the hallway. “You’re sure Brady won’t come downstairs?”

He shook his head as he flicked the front clasp, exposing Fi’s gorgeous breasts. “He’s definitely down for the count. And he usually calls from the top of the stairs when he needs something at night.”

“Okay, then.” She lifted his shirt up and off. “This should go, too.”

With his shirt on the floor, he unsnapped her shorts and tugged at the zipper. “Since you’re half-naked already, we shouldn’t stop there.”

She smiled, settling back against the cushion. “This is starting to feel like more than a make-out session.”

He nodded, pulling on her shorts, bringing her panties with them. “This idea just came to me. I like it better.”

She laughed.

Grinning, he trailed his gaze down Fi’s excellent body. “You’re amazing, Fi.”

“Thank you.”

He let his hands wander to her breasts, teasing her nipples, watching them respond to his touch.

“Mmm,” she said as she snagged her bottom lip. “We’re off to a great start.”

Waggling his brow, he skimmed his palms down her waist. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I do.”

“How about we do this?” He lifted her legs by her ankles, letting her knees fall open as he rested her soles on the cushion, staring at her perfection. “God, you’re pretty. Every single inch of you.”

Her cheeks turned rosy, and her breathing came faster as their eyes met again. “What should we do now?”

“How about you tell me what you want.”

She swallowed. “I want you to taste me.”

He groaned, eager to do exactly that. “My pleasure.” Yanking her closer, he trailed kisses down her inner thighs, then her soft skin before he traced her with his tongue. “Delicious.”

She moaned as her hands wandered into his hair.

Then his mouth went to work, lapping her with long strokes before he suckled at her bud.

“Cam,” she whispered with a shudder before she gasped. “Put your fingers in me, too.”

He held her gaze, groaning as he slid two fingers deep. “You’re so wet, Fi.”

She nodded as she shuddered. “Because you turn me on.”

Moving his fingers in a slow rhythm, he focused on the spot that always made her hot. “How about I make you come?”

She whimpered, already trembling. “Yes.”