Down London Road

want?’
    My first thought was to jump on him and ravish him. Everything he’d said was perfect and it took me a moment to remember that this was real. Had I finally found someone who actually gave a shit? Like …
really
gave a shit?
    I tried to stop myself from getting carried away on a floating cloud with one oar called hope and the other called dreams, but it was difficult when he was being so bloody wonderful.
    So, okay, I wasn’t some naive girl. I certainly knew Cam wasn’t a perfect man – he’d proved that when we first met – but I was beginning to wonder if he might possibly be just a little bit perfect for me. Finally, I’d found a guy who wanted to be with me – the real me. And not only that – he was actually encouraging me to be a bit self-indulgent.
    What he’d asked caused me, to my bemusement, someembarrassment. I wasn’t a prude. I’d had plenty of sex with a few different men. However, none of them had ever asked me to talk about sex with them. No questions, no likes, no dislikes. Now Cam wanted me to communicate with him about sex, and I found myself grinning to cover my timidity. ‘You don’t seem like the kind of guy who lets a girl take the lead much.’
    ‘I’m not the kind of guy who lets the girl take the lead much. I’m not the kind of guy who talks this much either. But I need to make sure your head is in the right place. It’s too important. So as much as I want to strip you naked and bend you over my desk, tonight I’m leaving it up to you.’ His eyes darkened. ‘The desk can wait.’
    I was unbelievably turned on by the thought of Cam taking me against his desk. Sounded orgasmic to me. I licked my lips, eyeing him as he waited patiently for me to decide what we’d be doing next.
    As I drank in his half-nakedness, I tingled all over with anticipation.
    He was right. The desk could wait.
    ‘Strip,’ I ordered quietly.
    Cam stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard-on saluting me as he kicked himself free of his clothes. He stood before me completely unabashed by his nakedness, and I took a moment to sear the sight of him like this into my memory.
    With shaking fingers I pulled off my own T-shirt, and pulled off my boots. My skirt followed them and lastly I unsnapped my bra, dropping it on to the pile of clothes at my feet.
    I shivered as Cam slowly took me in, his dick throbbing, the colour heightened again in his cheeks. When his blue eyes met mine, I inhaled sharply at the raw need in them.
    ‘You’re stunning,’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘No man can possibly deserve you.’
    Holy …
    Wow.
    My stomach actually somersaulted.
    ‘Cam,’ I whispered back. The sheer emotion provoked by his beautiful words clogged my throat. It seemed that Cameron MacCabe was a bit of a romantic. I shook my head, not knowing how to respond to this side of him. Instead, I gestured to the bed. ‘Lie down on your back.’
    I noticed a muscle tic in his jaw at my order and had to curb my smug smile. No, Cam was definitely not used to letting the woman take the lead. Since I had a feeling that this was going to be a rare gift from him, I decided to take full advantage. I waited, my eyebrows raised expectantly, and Cam responded by lying back on the bed.
    His hard-on didn’t diminish under my command, though, straining and awaiting my attention. He stared at me, his hands crossed casually behind his head.
Well?
his eyes asked.
    Ignoring the slight tremor in my hands and legs, I approached him slowly, my slender hips swaying from side to side, my perky breasts bouncing a little, and I kept the feminine satisfaction from my expression at the way his body tensed, all cocky relaxation coiling into anticipation.
    I crawled up his legs, noting that his chest began risingand falling a little faster. My own breathing grew shallow as I stopped at his erection.
    ‘Jo …’ He groaned as my head dipped.
    I didn’t dislike going down on a guy, but it had never been my favourite thing. I found, however, that I wanted to taste Cam. I wanted to own him in every way that I could.
    I wanted him to burn with me.
    His scorching hardness passed between my lips and I felt his thighs tense under my fingertips. My tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his cock and his breathing stuttered before seeming to stop entirely as I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slowly up and down his length.
    ‘Jesus,’ he