Too Wilde to Tame

Chapter Seven

SLUT. Tramp. Bitch. Whore.

A distinct chill slithered through Mia. The vile, cruel words someone had written all over her car's windows in a thick, white paste swam before her eyes. Her legs felt weak, as though they were going to give out on her if she tried to take a step in any direction. She folded her arms around her middle, but it was Cameron's strength that held her upright as he wrapped his arms around her in a secure embrace.

"You're trembling," he said gruffly and rubbed his big hands up and down her bare back in an attempt to soothe her.

Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and buried her face against his neck, wishing she could make all this ugliness go away. She inhaled the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin, taking comfort in the fact that Cameron was there and she didn't have to deal with this latest assault alone.

She wasn't used to relying on anyone for anything and had spent years striving to prove to her family that she was an independent woman who didn't need protecting or sheltering.

Yet here she was, clinging to Cameron like a damsel in distress. Geez, she was so pathetic.

Inhaling a deep, calming breath, she pulled back, and he gradually let her go. "Sorry about that," she said, hating that he'd seen her in such a vulnerable state.

"You're entitled to be upset," he said as he swept a hand angrily toward her car. "This is bullshit."

She couldn't bring herself to look at her car again, or the offensive phrases mocking her. "I can't believe someone would do such a thing."

He exhaled a disgusted breath and shoved his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, Mia."

She heard the apologetic tone of his voice and was stunned that he'd feel responsible for what had happened. "Cameron, this isn't your fault."

His expression was a glowering mask of barely suppressed fury. "I'm just pissed that I didn't come out here in time to catch the creep who did this to you."

Actually, that person was very lucky Cameron hadn't caught them in the act. Judging by the fierce look in his eyes, there was no doubt in Mia's mind he would have beat the living daylights out of them.

She shivered again and wondered if the culprit was watching them now, taking a sick delight in shaking her up so badly. That possibility sent a frisson of unease rippling along her spine. "Well, it's done and over with, and I want to go home."

"I have some rags in the truck," he said, his gaze gentling with understanding. "Let me try to get this mess cleaned up as much as possible before we go."

She waited while Cameron did his best to wipe away the vulgar words and clean her windows of the white gunk, which he suspected was toothpaste. Her car would definitely have to be washed thoroughly, but she appreciated not having those words emblazoned on her windows for everyone to see on the drive home.

Once they reached her apartment building, she parked her Celica in her carport and because Gina wouldn't be home until the next day, Cameron went ahead and took her spot. Together they walked to her place. As she entered the apartment, she turned on the living room light and tossed her purse and car keys on the table.

Cameron came up to her, touched the tips of his long, warm fingers beneath her chin, and brought her gaze to his. His stunning eyes, she noticed, were bright with concern.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

She refused to admit just how upset she really was, and even a little frightened by the intensity of an unknown person's wrath against her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She summoned a smile and caressed her hand along his jaw. The slight stubble abraded her palm in a very arousing way, and that's what she focused on… her desire for Cameron. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me, too," he murmured.

The undisguised emotion in his eyes made her heart skip a beat, mainly because it was a rarity for her to see such genuine caring from a man when it came to her-outside her family, of course. She and Cameron had been at opposition for so long, and now that they'd given into their desire for one another, she was coming to realize just how much this man threatened her own heart and emotions.

But allowing herself to need or rely on someone on an emotional level was something she'd avoided since she was a little girl. And she wasn't about to start now, with Cameron.

Pushing those unsettling thoughts aside, she slid her arms around his neck and sifted her fingers though his hair. Lifting her mouth to his, she kissed him, and he was quick to respond. She savored the heat of his lips on hers, the slow, lazy sweep of his tongue as their connection deepened, and the feel of his hands sliding along her shoulders. Hands that were big and strong yet achingly gentle as they glided down her back and then drew her close against a body that was hot and hard and already aroused.

Desperately craving the distraction of something intensely physical to forget about what had happened earlier, she attempted to move things along at a faster, more urgent pace. Except Cameron wasn't giving in to any of her aggressive moves, and she couldn't contain the soft sound of frustration that rumbled up from her chest.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he whispered against her lips, though she could hear a hint of laughter in his tone. "We've got all night, and there's more where that kiss came from."

She pulled back, just enough to slide her hand between their bodies and cup his thickened shaft in her palm. "I want more," she said huskily as she stroked the heated length of him. "A whole lot more."

He groaned, circled her wrist with his fingers, and pulled her hand away. She couldn't help but feel confused and even a little bit rejected by his actions, though she wasn't about to let her hurt show. Instead, she rebounded with a flippant and sassy response.

"What's the matter, sugar?" she drawled as she tossed back her hair. "Not quite up to it?"

A roguish grin slid across his lips, giving her the distinct feeling that he saw right through her act. "Oh, I'm plenty up for it. But we're doing things my way tonight. Do you have a problem with that?"

She almost bristled at his commanding tone until she recalled the sexual promises he'd made to her just a few evenings ago-of how he wanted to take things real slow this time, along with the very thorough way he planned to worship her entire body until she came for him.

That thought alone was enough to make her body quicken with anticipation, lust, and carnal need.

What he was asking for would put him in complete control of her pleasure. It would make him the dominating one and force her to bend to his will, and that was something she rarely did for any man. But he was offering her an invitation she couldn't resist, and just because he was the one calling the shots didn't mean she couldn't find some way to be sure she seduced him in return.

"Take me to your bedroom, Mia."

She didn't hesitate. Slipping her hand into his, she led him down the darkened hallway to her bedroom. Rather than turning on the bright overhead light, she instead switched on the small lamp on the nightstand next to her bed, which cast a soft glow in the room that was far more subtle and romantic. Then she turned to Cameron and waited anxiously for his next request.

"I want you to do something for me. It's a fantasy of mine when it comes to you. One of them anyway," he added with a half-grin as he fingered the chain belt riding low on her hips.

She had no idea what he had in mind, but she'd come this far and she wasn't going to back out now. Besides, she was too intrigued, and she certainly wasn't modest when it came to what felt good to her sexually-no matter if it was his fantasy or her own. "I'll do anything you want."

"Good." He turned away from her and walked across the room. "First, I want you to pretend I'm not here in your bedroom."

It was a bizarre request, but she agreed. "All right."

She had a big, comfortable, cushioned chair in the corner by the window she sometimes curled up on to do her stained-glass drawings or read a book, and he positioned it right at the foot of her bed. Then he sat down, legs spread wide, and his body sprawled lazily.

He continued his instructions. "I want you to get ready for bed like you normally do, as if I wasn't here, then lay down on your bed where I can watch you touch yourself."

She wasn't a prude by any means, but she'd never done anything so intimate with a man watching. And to do so with Cameron, she knew she'd be exposing a private part of herself-not only physically, but the hidden secrets to her body and her ultimate satisfaction as well.

She couldn't deny that the thought thrilled her, because it gave her the opportunity to tempt and tease Cameron in the process. And that was something she always enjoyed. As far as she was concerned, it would be a night of mutual gratification.

Slowly, she rounded the bed to where Cameron was sitting and leaned her backside against the mattress behind her. Tipping her head to the side, she let her gaze drift up from his thighs, along the bulge in his jeans, and all the way up to his face. The man was so gorgeously male, so devastatingly sexual, he literally took her breath away.

She licked her lips. "So… you want me to masturbate in front of you?"

"Yeah, I do," he replied huskily and without an ounce of shame. "Watching you pleasure yourself will show me how and where you liked to be touched, what turns you on, and what it takes to make you come." The smile that curved his mouth brimmed with sinful promise. "And then, when you're good and ready, I'm gonna make you do just that."

A smoldering heat surged through her and settled low. Lord, the man had a way with words!

"Mmmm, nice fantasy." She propped her booted foot on the chair, right between his wide-spread legs. Brazenly, she pressed the toe against the fly of his jeans. "Will you help me take my boots off first? They're tight, and it takes a few good tugs to pull them off."

He sat up and stroked his fingers along the four-inch spiked heel. "Ahhh, talk about fantasies."

She raised a brow in surprise. "What? My boots do it for you?"

"In a major way," he admitted as his hand skimmed up her leather-clad calf, almost reverently. "All this soft, supple leather, the snug way it molds to your shapely legs, and then there's these sexy, lace-up ties that put all kinds of wicked thoughts in my head."

He lifted his gaze back to hers, and the lust radiating from him was almost tangible. "If I didn't have other plans for you tonight, I'd insist you keep these boots on."

The vivid images that leapt into her head were downright erotic… and exciting enough to make her want to fulfill that fantasy of his someday. "I'll have to remember that."

He helped her remove her boots, first unlacing them, then caressing her exposed skin as he gradually bared her leg. One good tug had them slipping off her foot, which he massaged before giving her other foot the same treatment.

What should have been a simple and quick task, he turned into a sensual, luxurious undertaking that relaxed her entire body. Once he was done, he reclined back in his chair. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew the next part of the show was all hers, and she intended to give him a performance he'd remember long after their affair was over.

But first, she needed a little eye candy of her own. "Will you take your shirt off for me, so I have something to fantasize about, too?" To her, there was something so incredibly sexy about a shirtless man. Especially this shirtless man, with his athletically honed body, a nice, muscular chest, washboard abs, and firm biceps.

Giving into her request, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. "The floor's all yours, sweetheart," he murmured.

She could have stripped naked right in front of Cameron, but she didn't want to give him everything all at once. Rather, she decided to stick to the 'less was more' theory and build the awareness and anticipation between them with teasing, provocative glimpses that would have him panting for more.

So she undipped her gold chain belt and set it on her dresser. Her halter-style dress didn't allow room for a bra, and with her back facing Cameron, she unfastened the neckline and let the outfit drop to the floor, leaving her wearing a skimpy beige G-string that was feminine and lacy in the front and nearly nonexistent in the back. She shimmied that off, too, and grinned to herself when she heard him groan low and deep in his throat.

A shiver of response rippled through her. The last time they were together she'd ended up only half-dressed. She knew he was waiting for her to turn around so he could look his fill of her completely nude for the first time, but she didn't give him that opportunity. At least not yet.

He'd told her to get ready like usual, as if he wasn't watching her every move. With that in mind, she walked to her adjoining bathroom, put up her hair, and turned on the shower, all part of her nightly routine. When the water was hot and steamy, she stepped inside-making sure Cameron saw nothing more than her naked backside.

But this was where things turned fun and oh-so-naughty. The shower door was lightly frosted, and she took full advantage of the fact that just the silhouette of her body was visible. Turning so he could see her side profile, she soaped up her hands and ran them over her body, taking great care to be sure her breasts, belly, and thighs received a fair amount of attention… and fondling. And then she added a few moans and sighs for good measure.

When she'd spent a sufficient amount of time arousing her body for the next phase of the seduction, she turned off the shower and grabbed a towel off the nearby rack. After quickly drying off, she wrapped the towel around her body and finally stepped from the stall, then into her bedroom again.

She glanced in Cameron's direction as she made her way to her dresser and noticed he'd taken off his shoes, socks, and jeans. All he had left on were a pair of white briefs, and there was no mistaking the impressive outline of his thick erection beneath the stretched cotton. It appeared that he wasn't going to give everything up all at once, either, and that just gave her something to look forward to later.

Once again facing away from Cameron, she dropped her towel and opened her lingerie drawer. She pulled out a short, sexy nightgown she'd recently bought, which was made of pink floral lace with a deep V neckline. The sides were held together by small satin bows, and between the flowery print the material was sheer, allowing beguiling glimpses of her skin to peek through. The babydoll nightie was a perfect blend of innocence and temptress, and she slipped it over her head and tugged it into place.

She reached for the matching pair of panties, but before she could step into them, Cameron spoke.

"Leave them off," he ordered in a raspy voice.

Startled by his abrupt command, she glanced over her shoulder and grinned at him. "You're not supposed to be here, remember?"

His eyes smoldered with an intense heat and the desire she'd spent the last half hour inflaming. "Humor me. How can I see the way you touch yourself if you're wearing panties?"

Conceding his point, she left the underwear in the drawer. She pushed the pillows on her bed up against the headboard and then made herself comfortable in the middle of the soft mattress. The hem of her nightie hit her mid-thigh, and she bent her knee at an angle so he couldn't see the most intimate part of her just yet.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled a deep, relaxing breath. Normally, if she was alone, she'd get right down to business, with her ultimate goal her own sexual gratification. But with Cameron as her audience of one, there was no reason to rush the process. She wanted to enjoy the moment, make it last, and push him to the edge of restraint.

She slipped the thin strap of her gown off one shoulder, then the other, and slowly bared both of her breasts to the cool night air… and Cameron's gaze. From the foot of the bed, she heard him suck in a sharp breath, and the heady sound emboldened her, made her turn shameless and uninhibited and wanton… all for his viewing pleasure.

Her breasts felt tight and achy, and she cupped them in her hands, gently squeezing and kneading the firm, soft flesh before brushing her thumbs across her hard nipples. She thought of Cameron watching her and imagined it was his hands on her body, not her own. She envisioned his warm, damp lips on her breasts, his tongue rasping across the tips, and the wet heat of him sucking her deep inside his mouth.

Her breathing deepened as she slid her palms down her belly, the scrap of lace against her skin building sensation upon sensation. She dipped her hand between her thighs and slid a finger over her slick, wet heat. With a soft, breathy moan, she let her legs finally fall open and slowly, rhythmically stroked the knot of nerves that grew more and more sensitive with each passing caress.

She was so lost in her own private pleasure that she forgot all about Cameron until she felt the mattress dip beneath her. Her lashes fluttered open to find him kneeling between her thighs and his hands skimming her top upward.

"Lift your arms for me," he rasped impatiently. "I want this off."

She did as he asked, and within seconds, the babydoll nightie was gone and she was completely naked. As he was, she noticed, eyeing the upward thrust of his shaft against his belly. Unable to help herself, she automatically reached out to touch him, but he caught her hand before she could wrap her fingers around that hard, masculine flesh.

He shook his head, causing strands of his dark blond hair to fall across his forehead, giving him a bit of a rebel appearance. "This is my fantasy, remember?"

And with that statement, he gradually consumed her stark-naked body with his gaze, from the glistening folds between her thighs, up along her belly, and over her quivering breasts. When he finally reached her face, his eyes seemed lit from within with a hunger so urgent and explicit it shocked her. And thrilled her, too.

He released her hand, placed his palms on either side of her face, and lowered his lips to the side of her neck, near her ear. "No matter what I do to you, keep touching yourself," he said as he nipped at her lobe. "But don't let yourself come just yet."

He'd braced himself above her in a way so only his mouth was touching her skin, along with the occasional brush of his hair and the rasp of the stubble on his jaw. It was the most erotic sensation, knowing just how close the heat of his body was, yet only feeling the warmth of his breath and the damp softness of his lips as they nuzzled her throat.

Lord, how did he expect her to keep caressing herself intimately and deal with the drugging magic of having his mouth on her, yet not succumb to the climax that was inevitable from so much sensual stimulation?

"You're a masochist," she complained with a pout.

"No, just selfish." He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes, and she found herself mesmerized by the determination in his gaze. "I want to be the one to give you that orgasm, not out of macho male pride, but because I want to experience your first time with you."

Her heart squeezed tight in her chest, a distinct warning that she was so dangerously close to falling for Cameron in ways she'd never allowed herself to give to a man. He claimed he was being selfish, but what he wanted to do to her, and for her, was so incredibly generous. And if there was a first time, she wanted it to be with Cameron, too.

"I'm all yours," she said and realized too late just how much meaning those words held for her.

But then his mouth dipped down again, scattering her thoughts into the night as he once again trailed his lips along her throat and down to her breasts, where he lavished the plump curves with slow, damp kisses that had a clutch of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The words he'd spoken to her a few nights ago came back to her now, adding to the erotic sensations ricocheting through her. I'd give more attention to these lovely mounds of flesh and take each one into my mouth so I can finally know how you taste. I'd suck on your nipples for a good long time before moving on…

Cameron made good on his promise, using the wet, swirling warmth of his tongue along her breasts, the arousing scrape of his teeth, and finally the deepening suction of his mouth on the beaded tips. She gasped and arched upward as a bolt of white-hot pleasure shot from her breasts to the growing ache between her legs, where the pressure and friction of her fingers threatened to send her spiraling over the edge. She eased back before her climax hit, and she couldn't stop the whimper of need that escaped her throat.

When I finally had my fill of your breasts, I'd kiss your belly and dip my tongue into your navel…

And that's exactly what he did. His lips skimmed along her rib cage, and the hot slide of his tongue lapped across her trembling stomach, then delved into her belly button in a wicked, erotic kind of French kiss. She moaned, long and low, and her free hand gripped the covers at her side in a tight fist. It was all she could do to keep herself from coming apart right then and there.

"Cameron," she whispered hoarsely, desperately. "Please."

And then, when you were writhing beneath me and begging for more, I'd go down on you and use my tongue to make you come, no matter how long it took…

He shifted between her spread legs and moved lower, settling in so his broad shoulders kept her knees firmly apart. Her body jerked as his mouth touched down on the inside of her thigh. His lips were soft, his breath damp and hot as he slowly, leisurely kissed and licked his way upward until he reached the very core of her.

By then, she was nearly sobbing with need, and still, somehow, someway, she managed to hold back. He tested her restraint even further when he used his tongue to follow the stroke of her fingers along her weeping sex, learning from her own touch and caresses exactly what she liked and what gave her the greatest enjoyment.

He was a quick study, and it didn't take him long to master her rhythm and discover her most intimate secrets. When he was seemingly confident of his ability to take over, he urged her legs up and slipped his arms beneath her raised thighs. He pulled her hand away and laced his fingers with hers at the side of her hips, holding her captive and forcing her to give herself completely over to him.

It was an incredibly easy thing to do, because she trusted him with her body. Maybe even more.

Then that frightening thought fled as the heat of his mouth covered her and his tongue took over where her fingers had left off. Slipping. Sliding. Swirling in and around her soft, swollen flesh before suckling on her clit in the most breath-stealing way. He finessed her body with such utter attention to her pleasure, worshipping her as if she belonged only to him, that she nearly passed out from the glut of sensation he lavished upon her.

He'd told her he'd spend hours if that's what it took to make her come, but within a matter of minutes, she was unraveling from the inside out. She started to pant and then her breath caught on a sob as her climax exploded and she was consumed by a overwhelming rush of pulsing heat. The force and intensity of her release tumbled her into the longest, most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced.

And then, when you were wet and soft and ready for me, I'd slide deep, deep inside of you…

The shudders within her seemed to go on and on, and before the last of the tremors subsided, Cameron was moving up and over her. He covered her body with his own, all hard, lean muscles and barely suppressed hunger. In one long, smooth thrust, he slid into her, and she lifted her knees high against his waist to give him the deepest access possible. Once he was buried to the hilt, he closed his eyes and groaned as her inner muscles clasped him tight.

She knew he had to be aching for his own release, yet he went still, as if relishing the moment, the warmth and softness of being inside her, and the aftermath of the internal contractions still buffeting her body.

I'd make it last so I can savor everything about how you feet, inside and out, and finally, how exquisitely your body feels gripping my cock as I come…

As if he'd had a direct link to her thoughts, his lashes drifted back open and his darkened gaze locked with hers. He began to move, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging deeply. Again and again. Long, slow, agonizing strokes designed to make the pleasure last-for her, or himself, she didn't know, but it felt wonderful just the same.

He lowered his head and kissed her, the soft, sensual glide of his tongue matching the rhythm of his lazy thrusts. Eventually, the heat and friction and fire caught up to him, finally shattering his control.

She felt the change in him as his pace quickened, his breathing grew ragged, and he pumped harder, faster, toward his own completion. She dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his damp back, arched high and hard into his thrusts, and felt him stiffen as his climax peaked. He dragged his lips from hers, surged into her a final time, and on a ragged, primitive growl, he spilled himself into her.

Breathing hard, he buried his face against her throat, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, giving him the time he needed to recover. A few minutes passed before he finally lifted his head from the curve of her neck. In the dim light, his features were shadowed, but there was no mistaking the satisfied gleam in his eyes as he stared down at her.

And in that moment, she felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable, because she knew he'd touched her in a way no man ever had-physically and emotionally.

"You look quite sated," he murmured as a matching smile curved up the corners of his mouth. "If I don't say so myself."

He was such a typical male, exulting over the fact that he'd just given her a spectacular, unforgettable orgasm. "Quit looking so smug," she said, though it took effort to hold back a grin of her own because he looked so damn adorable. And so incredibly sexy.

"Hey, I have every right to revel in this moment."

Yes, he really did, not that she was going to admit as much out loud and give him more of a reason to gloat over his sexual expertise. Nor was she ready to deal with the strong, overwhelming feelings directly linked to the orgasm he'd just given her.

Her emotional defenses automatically kicked in, and she instead turned the moment into a light-hearted one by issuing him a playful challenge. "However… I do have my doubts that you'll be able to do it again."

Holding her gaze, he slid a hand between their still joined bodies, across her belly, and down to her mound. His thumb pressed against her still-sensitive flesh, and she was shocked to feel her body come alive again. He stroked slowly, wringing a soft gasp from her, his talented touch proving he'd learned her body's responses and needs very well.

He arched a dark blond brow as a shameless liquid heat coated his fingers. Amusement and renewed desire mingled in his smoky green eyes. "Is that a dare?" he asked.

She felt him harden inside her again, felt her own body clutch his shaft, and knew she'd greedily take whatever pleasure this man was willing to give her. Memories to store away when their time together was over.

"I believe it is a dare, sugar." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought his mouth down to hers and murmured huskily against his lips. "So what are you going to do about it?"

Over the next few hours, he proceeded to make good on her challenge and gave her a night of erotic, forbidden pleasures that left her limp, spent, and physically fulfilled.

And earned him every right to gloat.