Beyond The Cage (11 page)

With a groan, he falls back onto the bed. I move over and climb on top of him.

“I mean…you’re pretty to look at, you cook, and you’re the bomb in bed. What more could a girl ask for?”

His face lights up with a sexy smirk. God, that smirk does things to me!

“Ooh! Let me get a picture?”

I reach for my phone but he takes it from my fingers, his smirk giving way to a scowl.

“C’mon…please? Pretty please?”

He answers with an emphatic shake of his head.

“How ’bout a trade? You give me a picture and you can choose what you want in return.”

He raises a curious brow.

“Within reason, of course. After all, it’s just a picture.”

He looks to the ceiling, pondering the trade, then nods.

“Okay, know what you want?”

He points to me.

“Sex?” I roll my eyes. “That’s no surprise.”

He shakes his head and points to me again, placing his finger on my chest. Me? What about me? I stare at him, utterly confused. Again, he points to himself and then to me.

“You and me…”

He watches me, waiting for me to figure it out. He wants me? Then, it hits me.
Oh. My. God! Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

“Cameron Joshua Jackson…are you asking me…to be your
girlfriend
?”

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars. – Thomas Traherne

After he nods, I lean forward and rain down excited kisses all over his handsome face. Is there anything in this world I want more than this man? No!

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes…a million times yes!” My face is beginning to hurt from this huge smile. And him…he looks truly happy…and I’m the reason! “So…what does my newly acquired position entail?”

With a smile, he reaches for the top button on the shirt I’m wearing.

“No. No distracting me with sex. I want my picture.”

He reluctantly hands me my phone and I slide next to him. I place my head on his shoulder and position the phone. He looks utterly miserable.

“Dude, you just got yourself a smokin’-hot girlfriend. The least you can do is smile.”

The moment I see his lips twitch, I snap the picture. It comes out perfectly.

“Aww…how cute! This is going to be my wallpaper…and my Facebook profile pic.”

As I’m making the changes, his hand creeps up my thigh.

“
Stop
,” I drag out the word. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.” I break into a fit of giggles when he starts nuzzling my neck. “That tickles. Cameron!”

He moves on top of me and I drop the phone, surrendering to his attentions. “Okay, okay.”  Staring into his gorgeous eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Come’ere,
boyfriend
.”

He leans in with a proud smile. Just as our lips are about to touch, there’s a knock at the door. Huffing in frustration, he jumps off the bed. Who could it be? You have to go through the gym to get up here. I guess it’s probably Mannie or one of his other trainers. I hope they’re not here to drag him away, because I need my Cameron fix. After a while and no sign of him, I hop out of bed and head to the bathroom for a shower. There, I find a clean towel and wash rag waiting for me. He’s such a considerate wifey. I wonder how he’d react to being called that. That makes me smile.
He
makes me smile. It really is the small things that matter most.

I turn on the shower and strip, then step under the water and let it cascade down my body. Flipping open his body wash, I inhale deeply. The last time I used it, I smelled like him all day. That reminds me…I need to find out the name of the cologne he wore that first night – the one that drove me crazy. As I lather up, the scent overpowers me. All of a sudden, I’m giddy and horny at the same time. What the hell? Just from the smell of his body wash? No. It’s him. It’s because the scent is associated with him. I could smell it on a million men and it would do absolutely nothing for me. I rinse the soap off quickly and step out of the shower, hoping he’s returned.

As I enter the bedroom, I realize that, once again, I have nothing to wear. And he’s still not back. I don’t think he’ll mind if I raid his drawers. After all, I
am
his girlfriend now. In the top drawer, I find boxers, T-shirts in the second. I grab one of each and put them on. Now, it’s time for some investigating. Cologne bottles litter the top of the chest of drawers. Picking them up one by one, I take a sniff. The first one is the one he wore last night – “Gentlemen Only” by Givenchy.
He was certainly no gentleman last night! Well…maybe the first half of the night.
The fifth one I pick up triggers something in me.
This is it!
I turn it around looking for the name – nothing. It’s just a plain, black bottle.
Isn’t that something? Just like him, the cologne says nothing. Oh, well. At least I know which one it is.
After climbing back into bed, I turn on the huge TV mounted on the wall.

A while later, I get the feeling of being watched. Looking up, I find him leaning on the door jamb, watching me with an amused grin.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

He jerks his head toward me and I realize he’s referring to my attire. Standing in the middle of the bed, I stretch my arms to the sides.

“You like? It’s all the rage in Paris,” I say, using a French accent.

Moving into the room, he chuckles and gives me two thumbs up. I meet him at the foot of the bed with a pout.

“What took you so long?”

He reaches into his pocket and hands me two slips of paper. They’re tickets to one of his matches this weekend.
Ugh
. I don’t really want to, but obviously he wants me there.

“Okay…but only for you. Chels will be back by then, so she’ll be thrilled.”

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he buries his face in my stomach, inhaling deeply. I run my fingers through his hair and smile as he raises his gaze to mine.

“I smell like you. I like it.”

He steps back, raises his hand, and sniffs his armpit. I can’t help but laugh when he turns up his nose.

“You
do not
smell!”

Waving me off, he heads for the bathroom.

“Silly.” I giggle, shaking my head.
Hmm…another side to Mr. Jackson
. Who would have guessed?

When he walks back in, there’s a towel wrapped around his hips. I watch him move across the room, my mouth gaping. Shit. Using the back of my hand, I check the corners of my lips for drool. Okay, I’m good. His body is simply…divine. My eyes rove over his protruding pectorals and down to the perfectly formed ridges of his abs. The desire to run my tongue in the grooves of his V-line boils inside me. He turns away, and I watch the muscles play in his back as he moves. Lying on my stomach, I place my palms on either side of my face and observe him. Every movement is like a touch to my most sensitive parts; that’s how strong his effect on me is. How can putting on deodorant be sexy? I don’t know, but the way he does it…

Our eyes meet and he gives me that knowing smile of his.

“I think I’m obsessed with your body.”

The smile turns into a smirk and he sticks his finger into the towel, letting it fall to the floor.

Fuck. Me. The perfection continues.
He’s not aroused at all but still totally impressive. My breath catches and my pussy twitches. As he moves, his dick swings between his powerful thighs. Yeah, I have to check for drool again. Still good. This dude…he’s just walking around like he’s not completely naked. I know he’s aware of what he’s doing to me, the havoc he’s wreaking on my body. It’s only when he’s dressed in boxers and a T-shirt that I finally find my voice again.

“We match.”

After scrambling up the bed, I wait for him to settle in next to me. Cuddling up to him, I place my head on his chest, my arm around his waist, and throw my leg over his. His arm curls around my shoulder just as I bury my nose in his chest. He smells clean and fresh, and his skin is cool from his shower.

“Mm…” I moan. I swear there’s no better feeling than being in his arms. If only I didn’t have to move. “I have to leave soon for work.”

His arm tightens around me.

“I know. I don’t wanna leave.”

I move into my preferred position—on top of him—and nestle my face between his neck and shoulder. “You feel…
so
good.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to his neck. His hands slide under my shirt and up my back. Oh, God…The Reaction. As my body shivers, I kiss him again and run my tongue along his neck. He moans and the sound urges me on. I increase the intensity of my kisses, sucking on his flesh. His palms press into my back, crushing me against his hard body. Switching sides, I trail my tongue up to his earlobe. It induces a sharp intake of breath. I kiss my way across his cheek and to his lips, a moan escaping from mine as he covers them with his. Palming the back of my head, he pulls me in to him, deepening the kiss, his tongue storming into my mouth and taking no prisoners. I fist my hand in his hair, rocking back and forth on his now-hard dick. Fuck, I need him inside me.

Reluctantly breaking away from him, I pull the shirt over my head. Biting his bottom lip in the sexiest way, he sits up, taking a breast in each hand and pulling my nipple into his mouth. I whimper as he moves from left to right and back again – massaging, licking, nipping, and sucking. It’s a sensual cycle that leaves both nipples taut.

What little patience I had runs out and I grasp the hem of his shirt, eagerly pulling it up. Lifting his hands, he allows me to drag it over his head. With it out of the way, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him close. A shiver runs through my body as my tender nipples brush against his chest. The need to feel his skin on mine has intensified instead of being fulfilled. With my legs still wrapped around him, he pushes me backward onto the bed. His fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers and he slowly slides them down my thighs. I raise my hips to aid him, pulling one leg out, before he rids me of the garment. Breathing heavily, I stare up at him, anticipating his touch. I still can’t believe how strong our chemistry is. Without ever uttering a word to me, this man has captivated me in a way I never could have imagined. Maybe this is what I needed – an older, mature man who knows what he’s doing in and out of the bedroom.

He’s staring back at me, eyes intense, wrought with desire. Then, he touches me, skimming his fingers over my body – stomach, breasts, sides, thighs…featherlight touches that make me quiver. The need builds inside me with each caress. When his thumb brushes my clit, I cry out, yearning for more. And he gives it to me. As he continues to massage my clit, he slips a finger inside me. I grab the sheets as my hips thrust upward. Still, I want more. I don’t want to come like this. I want to feel him…feel the way my muscles contract around him.

“Stop.”

He regards me with a confused frown. Taking my outstretched arms, he pulls me up, and I cradle his face.

“From now on, I don’t want to come unless you’re inside me,” I tell him, staring into his eyes.

He turns his head to the side, kissing my palm before reaching into the drawer. I slide back to the bed, watching as he removes his boxers and rolls the condom on. He kneels between my legs, sliding inside me as he pushes them back toward my chest. I close my eyes, crying out as he stretches me. He pulls out and pushes all the way in with a moan. My breath catches and I bite my lip as he tests the limits of my body.
Poor Honey. Wait, what am I saying? Honey loves it!
He touches my cheek and I open my eyes, searching his face. With his index and middle fingers, he points to his eyes. He wants me to look into his eyes. I’ll try, but I don’t know how long I can last. He starts to move slowly, grinding against me, and I hold his stare even though my eyelids are fighting against me. The passion in his eyes is so intense, it causes my breathing to accelerate. I whimper as each stroke becomes harder and faster than the one before.

I can’t do it anymore. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and grab the sheets.

“Cameron…”

Sitting back on his heels, he positions me on his lap. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him close, grinding on him, moving my hips in a slow, circular motion. His fingertips dig into my hips, his heavy breathing hot on my neck. I don’t know what’s going on with me right now, but I’m experiencing a sensation I’ve never felt before – even with him. My entire body is quivering. My heart is racing, and I can hardly breathe. Seeking out his eyes, our gazes lock, and I see it. It’s not just me. He feels it, too.

With shivering breaths, I rest my forehead on his. I need his lips on mine. With every rotation of my hips, I kiss him. When he covers my lips, holding me in place, I move faster, harder. He moans and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I catch it between my lips, sucking, loving the taste of him. That familiar feeling builds in the pit of my stomach and I tear my lips from his. I scream from the pleasure, calling his name and clutching his shoulders. Grabbing my hips, he presses me down onto him with a grunt. With shaking bodies and labored breaths, we cling to each other.

Shifting his position, he stretches his legs and leans against the headboard. I lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. When it does, I raise my head and observe him. His eyes are closed, but they flutter open when I gently touch his cheek. He gives me a lazy smile and my heart skips a beat.

Now I know. My attraction to him is more than just physical.
God help me, but I’m falling in love with Cameron Jackson.

“I wanna ask you something.”

He places his hands on my hips and waits for me to continue.

“I really don’t want to be one of
those
women…and I know I won’t like the answer, but…” With an impatient stare, he urges me to get on with it. I take a deep breath. “How many women have you slept with?”

He chuckles and turns his head to the side in embarrassment.

“I wanna know.”

He looks back at me and I see it in his expression that if I choose to continue down this road, I better be prepared for the answer. Then, he shrugs.
He doesn’t know? Oh, God…it’s worse than I thought.

“Okay. I’m gonna aim high and say…” I close one eye and watch him with the other half open. “Fifty?”

He shakes his head, and I know he doesn’t mean lower.