“Nothing,” I reply. I’m grinning like a fool and on the verge of crying. All because Cameron brought a damn car seat for my daughter. So far, it’s already turning out to be an amazing night, and it’s just started.

The drive is quiet, except for Arianna singing quietly in the backseat. Cameron’s hand rests on my thigh and something about this, the three of us in his truck, feels natural, and I like it. I’m not sure where Cameron is taking us, and I don’t think to ask until he stops outside of a small restaurant I’ve never been to before. It’s a tiny corner bistro with wrought iron tables and chairs set up outside. It’s too quiet for a weeknight and something tells me Cameron has something up his sleeve. We climb out and I go to help Ari out when Cameron walks around the hood of his truck with her in one arm and her bag in the other. I giggle. He looks very domesticated. He knocks on the door of the bistro and a tall, bear-like man comes to open.

“Cameron, come in, come in,” he welcomes.

He closes the door behind us and locks it, flipping the sign on the door to “closed”.

“Tony,” Cameron greets, shaking the bug guy's hand. “This is my…” he hesitates, looking at me and then back at Tony. “Girlfriend, Hayley, and her daughter, Arianna.”

I stick my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he replies, kissing my hand. I blush. He’s quite charming.

Tony then does the same with Ari and she, too, is taken by his charm. I stifle a laugh when I see Cameron almost scowling.

“The kitchen is set up,” Tony says “And all yours. You’ll lock up when you’re done?”

“Yes, thanks again for letting me have the place for the night,” Cameron replies.

Tony nods and says goodbye before leaving us alone. Cameron leads us to the kitchen and sets Ari in a kiddie’s high chair.

“You going to tell me what we’re doing here?” I ask, walking closer to Cameron.

He closes the distance between us, resting his hands on my waist. “We are going to have some fun.”

I tilt my chin and stretch on the balls of my feet until my lips lightly brush his.

“Later,” he mumbles against my lips. His eyes burn into mine and I see the promise. Later….

With a chaste kiss and a heart-stopping smile, he goes to the fridge and starts taking out ingredients.

“What are we making?”

Cameron grins excitedly. “Pizza.”

* * *

“Did you have fun?” Cameron asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. He kisses my shoulder and I shiver.

I turn to face him. “I did, thank you. It was perfect.”

“Before or after Ari threw the flour at you?” He chuckles.

I shake my hair out laughing at the memory. We ended up making a bigger mess after that, and needless to say, I had no idea rolling pizza dough could be such a turn on. I licked my lips several times while Cameron’s hands worked and kneaded the dough until it was pliable. It made me wonder if he could do the same to me and bend me to his will.

“You were amazing with her,” I say. “I’m glad she seems to like you.”

He smirks. “It’s my charm, even the little ones can’t resist me.”

“There’s that cockiness I’m so fond of,” I tease.

“Nah, as long as you like me, I’m happy.”

He dips his head until our lips touch. I hold my breath and when both his arms snake around my waist I sink into him. He moves his lips across mine in a gentle caress that leaves me craving more.

“Do you need to change?” he asks quietly. I’m so caught up with his lips that I forgot about my overnight bag.

I nod, feeling shy and nervous all over again. Cameron goes to close his bedroom door while I take my time changing into my lingerie. I eye myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright, my cheeks rosy and my hair hangs down in soft ringlets just below my breasts. The black baby doll dress is almost see-through with a bow that ties it between my breasts and flows down to my thighs, covering the matching black panties.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Cameron is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, with his elbows on his knees. He looks up when he hears the door, and we stare at each other for what feels like hours. I notice that he’s lit some candles and turned off the lights. It’s romantic, and not what I was expecting. He stays seated, and watches me approach, his eyes appraising me, appraising my body.

I come to stand between his legs. “Wow,” he breathes. He reaches for me, his hands wrapping around the back of my naked thighs and pulling me until I straddle him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says quietly.

I touch his lips. “I want…” I pause. I’m not sure how to tell him what I want. Cameron tips my chin so that we’re nose to nose.

“Tell me,” he presses. “I want to give you what you want.”

My hands slide up his arms and I lean closer. My voice is nothing but a whisper, mixing in the air around us. “You, Cameron. I just want you.”

“You already have me.”

Our lips crash, our mouths seeking each other out. Our tongues slide together, lapping and tasting each other, discovering each other. He lifts me up and turns us around. His arm tightens around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck as he lowers us onto his bed.

He settles himself between my legs and I wrap them around his waist. Our mouths pull apart and our eyes collide.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. His fingers trail down my face and around my neck. “You’re sure?”

I rest my palms on Cameron’s chest and feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat increase. I have no doubt that this is what I want.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I grip the back of his neck and pull his lips down to mine, urging him on, encouraging him. I feel him loosen the bow between my breasts and I arch my back when he palms one. He massages slowly, moving his mouth down my throat until it wraps around my other nipple. He sucks hard and I moan, threading my fingers through his hair.

“Ohhhh,” I moan again and writhe under Cameron’s touch. His mouth moves to the other one, paying it equal attention until I’m a quivering, needy mess beneath him. His tongue travels down, circling my navel. When he kisses my C-section scar I suck in a breath. Something about it feels more intimate than anything else we could possibly do tonight. I lift myself onto my elbows and watch him move lower. His fingers slip under my panties and he kneels back to slide them down my legs. I try to hide myself, my nakedness, but Cameron stops me by putting his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushing my legs open.

He groans, staring down at me. I’m wet and I know he can see it.

“Oh my God,” I moan when he presses his thumb down on my clit.

“Watch me,” he instructs, his eyes dark and dangerous. I swallow, my breath faltering when my feet are lifted and placed over Cameron’s shoulders. His mouth lowers, his eyes boring into mine, and his tongue slips out. At first I think he’s going to lick his lips but instead, he slides it over my clit, between my slick folds until I feel it dip inside me. My whole body is ablaze for him, his touch.

I bite my lip and whimper as his pressure increases, stoking the fire burning low in my belly. My toes curl and my hands grip his duvet. I moan between pants, struggling to keep my head from dropping. Cameron’s pace becomes faster, with more fervor, and when I think he’s going to give me the earth-shattering explosion my body is reaching for, he stops and lowers my feet onto the bed.

“Cam,” I pant. “What - ”

“Ssshhh,” he cuts me off.

My mouth goes dry when he starts unbuckling his belt, sliding the zip down. His cock springs free after being trapped behind his jeans. I swallow hard when Cameron’s fist wrapped around his length and starts moving up and down. I’m so turned on and I decide to tease Cameron the same way he’s teasing me. I sit up and spread my legs, catching his attention. My hand slides down and I start stroking my over-sensitive nub. Without warning, Cameron stops, and crawls over to me, grabbing my wrist and halting my fingers.

“Lie down,” he growls.

As I lie down and scoot further back, Cameron leans over and pulls out a condom from his bedside table. I’m grateful that he was the one to think about it, because I’m so hot and bothered that it slipped my mind. The last thing I want is a repeat of the last time … -

My thoughts come to a standstill at the feel of Cameron at my entrance. He lowers himself onto me, devouring my mouth with a devastating kiss. I rest my feet on his butt and press down, breathing out on a whimper when he slides in.

“Fuck me,” Cameron breathes out against my mouth. “So tight. God.”

I slide my hands through his hair, over his damp shoulders and down his back. “Cameron,” I try to catch my breath and adjust to his size. He’s stretching me, filling me completely. “Please, I need you to move, I need - ”

Cameron swallows my words with another kiss and starts rocking his hips. Slow, torturous strokes. I don’t want slow. My body is too hot for him, and too frenzied. The tip of his cock rubs my walls and the fire in my belly intensifies. Our bodies slip and slide, finding a frantic rhythm that causes my muscles to tighten with delicious pleasure. He pulls out, almost all the way, and I yelp when he grabs my ankles and puts my knees under his arms. Somehow it makes the feel of him sliding back in excruciatingly intense. I grip his forearms and he pushes into me harder and harder.

Our moans and grunts fill the room as our bodies climb higher and higher in search of ecstasy, and I feel it coming with every thrust. Cameron drops my knees and lifts my butt, driving us both crazier as he deepens his strokes and drives into me faster and faster.