Tainted Desire (Desire Series, #1) (22 page)

     “What? You get me all worked up and now you’re going to leave me to go take a shower?  That’s so mean!” I whine.

     He laughs, “I want you begging for it later, that was just a little tease.” He removes his shorts and gives me a great view of his behind as he gets in the shower.

     Well two can play this game, I think to myself as I go into the bedroom to get dressed. I pull on a lacy black thong then slip Courtney’s sexy black dress over my head. The key hole cut out in front will be giving Cameron an eye full of cleavage throughout dinner. I put scented lotion on my legs making them smooth and shiny, and then slip on the strappy high heel sandals.  With my hair now dry, I brush it out and pull it up into a French twist. I finish myself off with a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a liberal spray of his favorite perfume.

     He walks into the bedroom looking gorgeous with a towel low around his waist and stops in the doorway. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful Kylie.” He says in a low sexy voice.

     “Why thank you Cameron. I hope this outfit will be appropriate for wherever you’re taking me, and I might add that you look pretty fucking hot yourself in that towel.”

     “I don’t think the restaurant will approve if I wear this. If you will excuse me, I will see what I can dig up to
wear; I’ll be out in about ten minutes. I opened a bottle of wine to breath so go and enjoy a glass while I get ready.”

     I really want to impress Kylie tonight. I want her to know that I’ll do anything to make her happy. She deserves to be treated like a princess. Seeing her naked in the bathroom and then dressed in the bedroom, I don’t know which I prefer. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even realize it. I intend to make her believe she’s a beauty. I know that bastard took away her self-esteem
, but I intend to put her up on a pedestal where she belongs. 

     I’m sitting at the breakfast bar sipping my wine when Cameron walks out. The glass slips in my hand and I recover without dropping the glass. He’s dressed in a very well fitting pair of black dress pants that hug his package in the front just right. He has on a long sleeved black shirt with a black tie that has the faintest silver pinstripes running through it. He smells wonderful with just the right amount of
cologne; just looking at him takes my breath away.

     I shake off my thoughts and hand him a glass a wine that I had poured for him. “Hope we have time for you to drink a glass of wine with me.” 

     “We have plenty of time. Would you be willing to walk to the restaurant, it is about two blocks away? I would like to take a stroll on the beach on our way back home,” Cameron questions me, looking at my shoes.

     “That would be lovely. Don’t worry about the shoes, I’m getting used to walking in them.”

     We leave the building and walk down the main street in Daytona, hand in hand. The night sky is clear, the air is wonderfully warm, and the company is perfect. I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I feel his thumb on my hand drawing soft circles on my skin sending a tingling sensation up my arm. After a few short blocks, he stops us in front of a hotel. “Umm Cameron, I thought we were going to dinner?” I question.

     “We’re eating
here; the restaurant is at the top of this hotel. It’s called, Top of Daytona, and it’s on the twenty-ninth floor. I have always wanted to eat up there but never had anyone worth taking. Now I do.” He smiles and squeezes my hand.

     “You’re definitely the sweetest man I’ve ever met. Thank you for bringing me here,” and I pull him to me for a hug, taking in the wonderful scent of his cologne. He plants soft kisses on my neck, making me shiver.

     “Are you cold? You just shivered.” 

     “No, you just get all my senses going when you kiss my neck like that. I love it, but it drives me crazy at the same time,” I explain.

     “Umm, good to know. Let’s go eat before we get indecent out here on the street.” 

     We enter the hotel and it’s nice but nowhere near as fancy as the Hilton. On the elevator ride up, Cameron tries to get frisky in the elevator and I spend my time trying to keep his hands from under my skirt. Maybe I’ll let him get luckier on the ride down.

     The restaurant is fabulous. When you walk in there’s a fountain feature and a beautiful marble bar. There are tables for two along the windows that extend all the way around the restaurant. The view is beautiful, you can see the waves crashing on the shores on one side of the restaurant, and on the other side, you can see the city and the Halifax River. “Cameron, the city looks so beautiful from up here, and look at the ocean,” I gasp.

     He smiles at me, “I’m glad you approve. Let’s go get our
table; I want to see if the food is just as good.”

     He spoils me the entire night. We start our meal with a bottle of red wine and shrimp cocktail for an appetizer. I order the Caribbean lobster tail and he sticks to his normal slab of meat by ordering filet mignon. Both meals come with a baked potato, steamed broccoli, and a breadbasket. Throughout our meal, he reaches across the table and holds my hand, gently rubbing my ring finger. “What are you so seriously thinking about?” 

     “How to convince you to become my wife,” he answers, as I almost choke on my wine.

     “Cameron, you know I love you, but don’t you think it is a bit soon?” 

     “Not for me. I know you are the only one I want to be with. I look forward to every moment that I can look into your eyes, kiss your mouth, or make love to you. I don’t want to lose you Kylie,” he says, almost pleading.

     “Cameron, I promise I’m not going anywhere. I love you just as much and feel the same way about being with you.”

     “Then why should we wait? We have loved each other half of our lives. If you walked out on me, I know there would never be another I would feel the same way about. You’re everything to me and I want everyone to know it.”

     I almost expected him to get down on one knee right there in the restaurant but he
didn’t, he just kept staring at me with those mesmerizing deep brown eyes. Eyes I could stare into forever, maybe it’s not too soon. I couldn’t stand to lose him either. I have loved this man since I was twelve. What exactly am I waiting for?

     “Let’s see how convincing you are tonight that you love me. This dinner is a good start. Maybe I can be persuaded by your charming ways to become your wife.” 

     I thought Cameron was going to fall off his chair. The look of shock on his face is priceless. 

     “Would you like any dessert or are we ready to go?” Cameron asks with need in his eyes.

     “I’m ready for dessert but they don’t have what I want here.” 

     Cameron raises his hand to get our servers attention, “Can we have the check please? It seems my lovely girlfriend is more than ready to go.”

     I feel the heat of my face blushing at Cameron’s innuendo. He pays the bill and within minutes, we’re back out on the street in the fresh warm night air. He takes my hand in his and we walk back to the condo. “I thought we were going to walk back on the beach?”

     “When we get back to the condo
, I’m going to run upstairs and get a few things then we will go down on the beach,” he answers, being rather mysterious.

     It only takes us a few minutes to walk back. He said he would be back in five minutes so I walk towards the back entrance and wait for him. When he returns, he has a blanket, the remainder of our bottle of wine, and two glasses. “Ready for more romance?” He playfully asks.

   I just nod my head and follow him out the door. My love for this man keeps growing and filling my heart. He’s so sweet and always thinks of ways to make me happy. When we’re down on the beach, he spreads the blanket out and pours us each a glass of wine. I take a seat next to him looking out at the ocean with the moon reflecting off the water and feel whole for once in my life. Cameron leans in and plants soft kisses up my neck and behind my ear sending a shiver of excitement through my body. I don’t think I will ever get tired of the way his touch makes me feel.

     “Are you okay? You’re so quiet all of a sudden,” he asks, looking very concerned.

     “I’m wonderful Cameron. I’m just enjoying the night, your presence, and the peaceful sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Being with you has made my life feel right,” I explain to him, stretching back to look at the night stars.

     He stretches out next to me
lying on his side facing me, and leans down to give me a long passionate kiss. When we break apart breathless, he gives me feathery soft kisses down my neck to the opening in my dress and seductively runs his tongue between my cleavage. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. “This dress looks exquisite on you, but I can’t wait to peel it off your lovely body.” He growls in his deep sexy voice, leaning in and taking possession of my mouth again.

     I feel my sex heating up and becoming slick. I have a way of becoming bolder in my sexual experiences with him than ever before, he makes me want to experience new things. “You know Cameron, you don’t have to wait to peel my dress off, there’s no time like the present.” I encourage in a breathless tone.

     He lifts up on one elbow looking down into my eyes and that gorgeous devilish smile crosses his face. “Well, Miss Jenkins, you’re becoming quite the sexual vixen. I’m going to love spending my life with you.” He looks around scanning the beach to see if there’s anyone around. “It would appear that we have the beach to ourselves so let’s get you naked shall we?” 

     I sit up allowing him to peel my dress over my head. Now that I’m on the beach in just a thong and topless I
feel, a little exposed but it’s exhilarating at the same time. I start to unbutton his shirt and tug it off him desperately. He pulls his shoes off and I go straight for the zipper on his pants. I pull his pants and underwear down at the same time, and his erection pops free and I can’t help but take him in my mouth. I feel his hardness throbbing in my mouth as his hands go to the back of my neck guiding me as I suck his silky soft skin. He pulls back a bit trying to pull himself out of my mouth. “Jesus Kylie, you have to stop or it will be over before it starts. You do that so well, I’m going to lose all self-control.” He pleads with me, going weak in the knees.

      He
lies back down on the blanket next to me and takes my nipple roughly in his mouth, making me arch my back up for more. He guides his hand down my stomach and teases the skin above my lacy underwear. I can’t take the waiting any longer and cover his hand with mine forcing him under my panties to touch my wetness. He skims his thumb over my clit and my body instantly reacts from his touch, arching into his hand. I stroke him at the same time he is stroking my folds, until I can’t take it anymore. I surprise him by rolling him on his back and straddle him, sliding my wetness onto his entire length; he lets out a deep moan. 

     “There is no place I would rather be than buried deep inside you. Fuck me, Kylie,” he begs.

     Under the brilliant shining moon with the waves crashing on the beach, I ride him until we both find our release and I collapse on top of him. He wraps me up in his arms and holds me to his warm body. I rest my head on his chest, hear the rapid beat of his heart, and know that if he asks me to marry him that I could never say no. I love Cameron Conner with all my heart, body, and soul.

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     The week seems to be going by too quickly. On Wednesday, Cameron and I spend the day at home being lazy. My parents are off on a boating trip with the Conner’s. I do some more cleaning and laundry; I want everything in order before having to start work. He spends the afternoon reviewing some races he had taped and checking out the competition. On Thursday, we spend the day with my parents. I take my mom shopping and Cameron takes my dad to the track with him for a tour. My dad was thrilled to go with Cameron and avoid shopping with the women. On Friday, Cameron had trial runs to determine the starting line-up for Saturday’s race. Friday night we take my mother and father out for an early dinner at Texas Roadhouse; we had planned to do that on their last day here but will be at Cameron’s race instead. We decide to call it an early night so we can be well rested for Cameron’s big day.

     For once, I wake up before Cameron and take the time to admire him while he sleeps. His dark lashes rest on his cheeks, his lips are slightly parted and looking so kissable. His chin is covered with a five o’clock shadow that I love to feel scratching my skin. The blanket is low on his hips and I can’t help but to rub my hand across his muscular abdomen tracing the line of muscle that goes down in a “V” to the brown curls of his pelvic area. I move my hand across his lower abdomen and see the blanket twitch as his erection grows while he sleeps.

     He surprises me when he grabs my hand and places it on t
op of his cock. “Babe, if you’re going to arouse me while I sleep, the least you can do is touch it,” he murmurs, while rolling quickly on top of me.

     “I’m sorry
Cameron; I didn’t mean to wake you up. You just looked so good laying there I had to touch you. Go back to sleep, you have a long day ahead of you.”