Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) by Marie Harte Page B

Cameron licked her into another swell of arousal. The first man who made her experience more than tepid sensation, but full-out, tantalizing desire.
    “Oh God, that’s so good .” She stroked his hair and placed a hand on his head, the other on his shoulder as he brought her to new heights. The notion that she stood there, unmoving, while he had his way with her body dumbfounded her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken charge in the bedroom—and she’d let him.
    “Yeah, let go, baby. All over me.” He groaned and gripped her hips as he licked deeper, penetrating with his tongue.
    Not sure if she wanted that much intimacy, she squirmed and tried to ease back. “Cam, I…”
    He pulled his head back and stared up at her, his blue eyes brilliant with lust and a touch of amusement that surprised her. “Uh-uh. You just stand there while I call the shots. Trust me. Do what I tell you and you’ll come so hard you’ll be crying my name.”
    She snorted, unable to help herself. “Yeah, right.”
    “Oh, challenge on.” He smirked and focused back between her legs. He petted her, and her breath hitched when his fingers slid between her folds.
    He leaned closer and licked her clit, and she shot up on her toes.
    He nudged her legs wider. Then he fingered her folds apart and clamped his mouth over her clit. He sucked hard, tonguing the ripe bud and inserting a finger inside her, which he quickly withdrew, only to penetrate her again. The slow rhythm built as he sucked and nipped, his earthy moans and skilled mouth shoving her into a climax she hadn’t expected, not after that first earth-shattering ride on the couch.
    She cried out as she came, gripping his shoulders as he continued to lick her into spasms of delighted release.
    He kissed his way up her body, and she couldn’t miss the return of his erection. His lips found hers, and she wrapped her arms around his taut shoulders and thanked him without words for his generosity.
    “Turn around,” he whispered against her lips.
    Knowing she’d aroused him boosted her already healthy ego. Healthy—thanks to Cameron. How could any woman not find herself desirable when touched with such urgency, such care? She turned to face the wall.
    “You’re so sexy. So hot.” He ground his erection against her ass. “I need you again.”
    Need , not want . Semantics, but Vanessa liked to think he used the word as more than a coincidence. She loved the idea of being needed for herself, that she might have something to offer that was more than work-related. He’d made her come twice. In one night. And she hadn’t once had to touch herself to get off. She more than wanted to repay him.
    He pulled her hips back, and then he was there, thrusting into her wet heat.
    “Fuck. So good,” he crooned as he slammed the rest of himself inside her. The hard push rocked her forward, but his subsequent strokes, his breathless groans and muttered swears increased her ardor, leaving her less exhausted from her previous orgasm than she would have thought.
    “Fuck me harder,” she whispered. “Give it to me.” Normally men liked her to talk sexy, but these words were for her. “I need it.”
    He obeyed, rutting with a fervent desire neither could miss. “Yes, yes, Vanessa. Baby, so good.” He gripped her hips and ground into her. “I’m coming, so hard …” He shouted and shuddered inside her.
    As if she hadn’t been stupid once with unprotected sex, she’d gone for twice in one night.
    And she couldn’t have been happier.
    Vanessa took birth control, a daily pill she never forgot. She’d never had sex without a condom before, with the exception of her first time with a fellow virgin.
    But Cameron… A man who looked like a dream, who unselfishly saw to her pleasure first, had touched her in all the right places.
    He continued to move inside her, a slow pull and push, until he finally withdrew.
    “Left another mess,” he said in a guttural voice, then cleared his