My Calendar Men Boxed Set (21 page)

“Sorry,” he said. “But you’re so damn beautiful and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“T-that’s okay.” She smiled. “I wanted you too.”

He pulled her into an embrace and inhaled her scent deeply before looking down at her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she whispered back.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked when he noticed her rubbing her arms from the chilly wind. “I booked us a room at the Radisson.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I thought you’d stay with me,” she said, and she eyed him up and down. “My apartment is not big, but I’m sure you’ll fit.”

Cam laughed at her double meaning. “You’re being naughty.”

She winked. “Maybe so.”

“I wanted my first night with you to be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life and tell our grandkids about,” Cam said as he took up his pack and then took her hand.

Sable laughed. “I’m twenty-nine I think it’s a bit too soon for grand kids.”

“I like making long term plans.” Cam smiled.

They took the elevator down and he hailed a cab to take them to the Radisson. It was a fifteen minute ride and she pointed out different attractions in New York as they passed. Cam didn’t want to tell her he’d been there a few times so he listened dutifully while he idly played with her fingers in his hand. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel with its gold and marble exterior. Cam knew he looked out of place in his uniform with all the opulence around him. The clerk at the desk checked them in with a smile and, in minutes, they were heading up to the seventeenth floor of the hotel.

Using the key card, the door opened with a soft beep and a click and they stepped inside. Sable gasped as she looked around and he had to admit, it was impressive, from the thick rugs on the floor to huge TV on the wall. The window graced them with an amazing view of New York at night, but it was the woman who stood next to him that drew his attention.

He dropped his pack and it made soft thud on the carpet before he pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She wrapped her arms around him willingly and her fingers caressed the soft hair at the nape of her neck.

“I can’t seem to keep my hands of you,” he murmured into her neck.

“As you can see, I’m not complaining.” She gave a soft laugh. “It feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this moment and now that it’s here, it feels like I’m dreaming.”

Cam kissed her gently. “No dream, just us.”

She looked up at him as he set her on her feet. “Now what it is you wanted to tell me, or show me, that is?”

He pulled away and walked over to the window to look outside. “There is stuff about me you don’t know, that you need to know, actually.”

“Please don’t say mistress, wife, or both because I really couldn’t deal with that.” He heard a tremor of fear and emotion in her voice.

He closed the blinds, blocking the magnificent view, and faced her. “Nothing like that. God no, I’m not that kind of guy, and one hundred percent completely yours if you want me.”

Sable looked at him curiously. “Why wouldn’t I want you, Cam? I’m trying to understand here.”

Cam sighed and started to unbutton the top of his digical uniform. “I’m part of a special unit in the military. Based out of Fort Bragg, North Carolina with others just like me.” He threw off his uniform top and the t-shirt that was sunder it, exposing his chest, and his hand went to his belt buckle.

Sable laughed. “I thought we’d get to that part of the night later. Why are you undressing?” Her laughter faded away and she gave him a look. “Wait, you said others like you. How exactly are you all the same?”

“We can go places other soldiers can’t and do what’s need to be done. We’re extraordinary and get back out without being noticed.” He kicked off his boots and socks before dropping his pants and boxers and he stood completely nude in front of her.

“Okay, because you’re specially trained or…” She let her words drop off.

“Because we’re us, and…” Can looked at her and he knew his gaze was pleading. “Don’t be afraid okay? I won’t hurt you, but if you don’t want me after…well, I understand.”

“After what? Cam, you’re scaring me,” she whispered.

Nothing much left to do except show her, he thought, and cleared his mind and let the change take over. He felt it each and every time, not pain, but the shifting of muscles and bones to reform into his second nature. He felt his body shorten and lengthen and his hind legs form. He heard a soft cry as she stepped back and a vase shattered on the table as she backed into it. When the change was complete, he looked at her though new eyes, seeing her more sharply that he did as a human, and watching emotions from shock to pure amazement play across her face.

Her legs seemed to lose all strength and she dropped to the floor, her hands flat against the carpet, but she never stopped looking at him. Cam took a chance, padded over to her, and sat, making a low purr in his throat. It was his way of begging her to see him for more than the animal inside him, but as the whole being. He butted her head with his head until she lifted it and ran it along his soft fur. She did it again and cupped his big head in her hand.

“You’re a leopard, a really big leopard,” she whispered. “How does—is this really happening? You’re a…”

He shifted easily and she was holding his human face. “A big pussy cat for you and for my friends. To anyone else, I can be deadly.”

“Did the government do this to you?” she asked.

“No, sweetheart, I’ve always been this way. It happened for the first time when I was sixteen. I ran away from foster care then and Casey found me when I was eighteen living on the street. He is my commander and he said he smelled my second nature and could show me how to use it for the good of people. I went with him and then I found out there were more like me. They became my family and when I met you, I fell so hard I had to tell someone. He told me to show you the truth before we even could get started.” He turned his head away, not wanting her to see the emotion inside him. “I can understand if this frightens you too much.”

She cupped his cheeks and brought him around to face her. She initiated the kiss this time and it was so sweet he moaned.

“Who am I to judge how you were made?” His eyes searched hers for any untruth, but found none. “The man who made me smile and filled my heart from so far away is in no way ugly. As a man or a really big cat, you’re beautiful.”

He was rendered speechless because in his life, there had been no one to make him feel anything but defensive. He had to fight for what he wanted, and to survive. With Casey and those guys, he’d found a home and they cared. Nothing could compare to seeing yourself in the eyes of a woman who saw you as perfect just the way you were made. He cupped her shoulders and brought her to her feet. He stared at her, memorizing her features. It took only a minute before they were in each other’s arms, their lips locked in a fierce kiss.

Sable moaned in pleasure when his tongue delved into her mouth, taking, tasting, and devouring her. Cam wondered if it would be always like that when he touched her, a flash heat like the lava erupting from a volcano burning him from the inside out. Without breaking their kiss, his hands went to the back of her halter dress and pulled the bow until it began to untie. It caught in a knot. He growled in frustration at the snag and she giggled against his lips and helped free the tangled string. Her fingers ran along the muscles of his shoulders and arms. He wanted to feel her skin, to touch her entire body. Sable tried to pull away, but he held her tight, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

“Let me slip out of my dress,” she whispered against his lips.

“No, not letting you go,” he muttered, and kissed her deep once more. “How fond of this dress are you?”

“Not one of my favorites, but I like how it…”

“I’ll get you a new one three in different colors if necessary.” He cut her off.

Cam took the edge of the dress at the back and effortlessly ripped it down the seam. It dropped like a scrap of cloth on to the ground and he made quick work snapping the scraps of lace that made up her panties, leaving her completely nude. He lifted her high until her breasts hung over his mouth and pulled one nipple deeply into his mouth. She cried out. Yes, he thought, knowing that he was bringing her pleasure.

Cam couldn’t get enough of her. His hands were everywhere, cupping and molding her naked body to his. Her soft, feminine moans drove him wild. He lifted her in his arms and moved to the closest thing he could sit on, which was a soft suede bench at the foot of the bed. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and found her pussy wet to the touch. She trembled in his arms as he teased the sensitive bud of her clit, and absorbed her cry into his mouth when he slipped his fingers inside her. She is so damn hot, He thought. The feeling of her pussy walls clutching at his digit as he penetrated her made him moan.. It almost sent him over the edge as she cried out and clutched his hand, insisting silently that he give her more.

“Oh baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered harshly.

“I want to come; it aches so good.” She bit her lip as he moved his fingers inside her. “I want you, Cam. Don’t hold back.”

He couldn’t resist her plea for release. His fingers pushed deeper inside her and her body gave up its bounty, coating his hand with her nectar. “Cam!” she called out, and arched. He wondered how one sound could drive him so crazy. He groaned as she became frantic in his arms until she tensed and he felt a shudder run through her body.

“Oh God, Cam, yes!” Sable screamed.

“Oh baby, I have to taste you,” he muttered, and lifted her on to the bed.

He knelt between her legs and his lips pressed against her pussy, licking between the soft folds and tasting her clit. Her flavor was one that was imprinted into his memory. Cam lifted her head and their eyes met. Hers were filled with desire and it was for him. He kept her gaze as he slipped his finger inside her again. Sable threw her head back and moaned low in her throat. She was so responsive and vocal about her pleasure. He could see him taking her in so many ways and he had yet to be inside her.

“Look at me,” he commanded. With parted lips, she whimpered, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. “You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you, Sable?”

“Oh yes,” she responded. “I like it very much.”

“Only for me. Say it, honey. It’s only for me you’ll come like this.” With fast movements, he used his digits, touching that spot to make her cry out.

Sable lifted her hips to meet his fingers. “Only you, Cam. I want only you!”

“Good girl,” he crooned softly. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” She cried out, and while her body arched off the bed and he watched her come, and she glorious to see.

Cam moved over her body. He couldn’t stand another second of not being inside her. She anticipated him by spreading her legs wider when he lifted her legs high around his waist and impaled her wet pussy on his rigid shaft. She press her lips against the corded muscles of his neck and bit. She unleashed the animal in him and he pumped into her hard, wringing a scream of ecstasy. He filled her over and over again. His thick cock pulsated inside her with each thrust.

“More, God, more of you!” His voice sounded harsh and he could hear the predator in it. He’d never felt anything like this, not with anyone. She managed to bring out something in him that amazed him.

Cam lifted her knees up to her chest before plunging his cock inside her again. He watched his shaft move in and out of her slowly, savoring the scene before him. It turned him on to no end watching their joined bodies mate. She reached up and caressed his chest, pulling him to her so she could kiss him. He sank into the kiss and succumbed to the passion that filled the room. She locked her legs around his waist and their tempo increased while their mouths fused and their tongues dueled. He felt the crest of her orgasm begin to build. Her hips lifted frantically, meeting his every thrust with her own feverish pace. She cried out and her nails gouged at his back. The pain mixed with the pleasure caused a harsh yell to come from his lips.

“Come with me, Cam!” she cried out, and held him to her.

“Fuck yes!”

Their orgasm took them over the threshold of reality. Cam thrust into her over and over again, prolonging the pleasure until they were both spent. He rolled away, knowing his body would be too heavy if he collapsed against her. But he pulled her into his arms while they both tried to catch their breath.

“Why do I feel like I should salute my shifter?” she asked, and then gave a breathless laugh.

“So I’m yours then?” he asked.

“I don’t think I could say no to you if you’d tell me you had two heads.”

“But I do…”

“Perv!”

He chuckled and rolled to kiss her gently. “You know you’re going to have to move to North Carolina with me because there is no way I’m leaving you here.”

“There’s nothing to hold me here and after our last talk, I knew I wanted to be with you,” she whispered, and looked at him. “If you want me after you just had your wicked shifter way with me.”

Cam kissed her with all the longing and want he felt for those months of needing her when he was in Afghanistan. He hoped that answered her question of he wanted her because he had no intention of letting her go again.

* * * *

She thought nothing could get better than sitting in the middle of a big king-size bed and eating room service with the man who rocked her world. They talked about everything while he fed her pieces of her burger and fries. She gave him a bite of her salad because in her opinion eating lettuce on a burger for color not for nutritional value. He thought it was funny but took a bite of her food just the same.. She was moving to North Carolina. She couldn’t even believe it when she said it her head. She was going to have a life with a man who was unlike any other man she’d ever met. Watching him shift into a cat almost made her faint, but she’d always known there was more to the world than just black and white. He proved it, and it was no stranger than hearing about a crocodile that live in the sewers. She was a New Yorker and she could handle it. He was gorgeous as a man and as a beast.