A Sticky Situation (Xcite Romance) (5 page)

Chapter Nine

MARCHING ALONG THE STREET towards the hotel, Cameron swung the bag of their newly boxed-up food back and forth, Sally’s far shorter legs trotted along trying to keep pace with him; her shoes in her hands, not caring about the second glances her stockinged feet were getting from passers by.

‘Let’s eat this lot in my room.’ Cameron headed directly to the lift.

‘Hang on.’ Sally pulled at his arm, as if trying to put his brakes on. She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to follow him into his room when she was still unsure of the situation between them. ‘Can’t we eat it down here?’ She gestured to the tables dotted around them.

‘No.’ Cameron took her wrist and dragged her into the small silver lift after him. ‘For one thing, we haven’t finished our private conversation about work, and for another thing, I’m not sure I can wait much longer before I dig out the seaweed that fell down your top earlier, and I’d rather not do that in a foyer full of people.’

Sally peered into the front of her dress, and spotted the offending piece of seaweed. Damn, I thought I’d been careful. She went to hook it out.

‘Don’t you dare!’ Cameron caught her wrist, ‘That is staying there until I decide to remove it.’

‘Yes, boss!’ The second the words had left her lips, Sally began to giggle again.

He grinned back at her. ‘I am the boss – and don’t you forget it!’

The heat of his fingers as he continued to clasp her palm made her feel bolder, as she replied, ‘In the boardroom perhaps – but elsewhere? Let’s just say, I wouldn’t put money on it.’

‘Is that so?’ The lift doors opened on the sixth floor, and Cameron’s eyebrows rose as he led a now unresisting Sally to his room.

‘I like life on an equal footing. In every way.’

‘Really?’ Cameron’s eyes lit up further at the emphasis on the second part of Sally’s sentence.

‘Stop smirking.’ Sally jabbed him in the ribs as Cameron unlocked the door to his room, which was identical to her own. Walking directly to the circular table she knew would be in the corner, Sally sat on one of the two armchairs next to it, hoping they’d be able to eat again soon. ‘Do you mind if I dig in? I don’t seem to have eaten much at all since we got to Oxford, what with one soaking and another?’

‘Don’t start that again; it wasn’t my fault you got drink all down your front during lunch yesterday.’

‘It bloody was.’ Not worrying about the lack of cutlery, Sally fished out a piece of succulent duck from the plastic container Cameron had lain out on the table. ‘If you hadn’t sat down uninvited and knocked my table, then I would have got through at least one meal without having to change!’ She chewed the meat, her eyes both accusing and provocative, ‘And it was very much your fault we got iced.’

Cameron scooped up a couple of noodles, and hung them from his fingers. ‘Actually, there I can’t argue. The champagne bucket incident was my fault.’

Taken aback by his admission of guilt, Sally said nothing for a moment, dipping a chicken ball into the pot of sweet and sour sauce. Cameron, the noodles halfway to his lips, kept his gaze locked on the sauce dripping from Sally’s food, which had begun to run down her wrist as she ate. Carelessly she licked it off, having no idea of the effect it was having on his libido. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand this for much longer. It was time to risk telling Sally the nature of his fantasy.

‘When I say it was my fault about the champagne buckets, I mean I engineered it. I was desperate to see you covered in water again.’ Cameron’s eyes never left Sally; observing a variety of emotions as they crossed her face. ‘The ice was an unexpectedly gorgeous added bonus.’

Aware that she was opening and closing her mouth like some sort of demented goldfish, Sally swallowed down her food, ‘You did? Why?’

‘Because of my fantasy. Because it has been driving me nuts. The thought of you has been driving me nuts.’ Cameron picked up another string of noodles, weaving it between his fingers as he spoke. ‘I tried being nice to you, and it didn’t work, I sent you notes, and you said nothing. I have been trying to get to know you, but you kept yourself so distant. Then, when you got coated in your drink at lunch, and your cleavage was, shall we say “highlighted”, I knew I had to take more direct action.’

Sally wasn’t sure she could believe what she was hearing. There was too much information to process in one helping at nearly midnight on one of the weirdest days of her life. She focussed on the question of the notes first. ‘It was you who sent the notes then?’

‘Of course it was me. Wasn’t it obvious?’

‘Not really.’

Cameron frowned. ‘But who else saw your chest? Who else has smelt your hair?’ Cameron realised he was coming across as jealous, but was past caring.

‘I thought they were from David.’ Sally’s appetite died on her lips as she saw Cameron’s brow furrow at the mention of the delegate’s name. She hurriedly added, ‘I thought he’d spotted me when I was drenched. And as for the smell thing; he did stand close to me at the stand. I assumed he liked my perfume or something.’

Cameron’s voice grated as he responded, ‘That man is a womanising git. I witnessed him making a move on so many women when I was still in the scientist game. You wouldn’t believe how many fell for his smarm. He hurt my best friend badly. I won’t forgive him for what he did to her.’

Sally’s surprise level rose higher. ‘Your best friend is female?’

‘Yes. So?’

She shook her head, so many of the assumptions she’d made about Cameron were wrong. ‘Hang on, how did you get my room number?’

Rolling his eyes, Cameron replied, ‘I followed the room service waiter when I arranged for him to deliver your dinner yesterday. That hardly matters does it?’

Aware she was sounding less than friendly again, and wondering what it was about Cameron that brought out her rarely-seen bad temper, Sally quickly added, ‘It was thoughtful of you to send up my food, and they were nice notes, thank you. Why didn’t you sign them?’

‘I was trying to be romantic, woman, anonymous notes are romantic, or so I’ve been led to believe!’

Sally continued to watch the noodle being wrapped around and through Cameron’s fingers. ‘I think I’ve heard everything now: Cameron James was trying to be romantic; he has a female best friend; and he has a thing about seeing women marinated in various liquids.’ The movement of his fingers was beginning to get on her nerves, ‘Are you going to eat that noodle or not?’

The last straw of self control in Cameron snapped, ‘Not!’ He threw the noodle to the floor, and stood suddenly. Picking a shocked Sally up, he held her so they were face to face, and said, ‘If you don’t want this, then say now, say right now, Sally. I need you so badly, I have a horribly inconvenient feeling that I’m falling for you, and if you don’t feel the same you have to say now.’

Sally could smell his desire. She didn’t have to ask if he was serious, the truth of his words emanated from every pore of his body. Her words husky, knowing she didn’t need to think any more, Sally spoke very quietly, ‘I’m staying.’

Cameron moved fast, laying Sally upon the king size duvet, his weight against her as his lips came to hers. He tasted of wine and sweet and sour sauce, and Sally closed her eyes against the heady presence of his mouth, his body crushing hers. Sally’s hands wrapped themselves around him, smoothing his back and shoulders through his white cotton shirt, then straying towards his backside, kneading his firm buttocks.

As Cameron’s kisses slipped to her neck, every nerve in Sally’s frame bounced around inside her. Her fingertips drove into his waistband, playing with the top of his boxers; Sally’s craving to find the location of his second tattoo was beginning to get the better of her. ‘Time you did what you were told for a change, Mr James.’

Wriggling out from under him, Sally pulled him up by the arms, so he was standing next to her. Shaking slightly with erotic expectation, Sally began to undo his shirt one tiny white button at a time. ‘Stay completely still.’

Cameron did his best to keep his hands at his sides, and not speed things up by tearing off her clothes.

Once all the buttons were open, Sally peeled the shirt from Cameron’s shoulders, her fingers tracing every curve and line on his torso. The small spattering of hair in the very middle of his chest was a surprise, and she was amazed she had missed it when they were together in the store cupboard. Spending a few seconds teasing the short neat brown curls through her fingers, Sally had to physically plant her feet against the carpet so she didn’t rush around to his back to locate his undiscovered tattoo.

Focusing all her attention on Cameron’s Celtic cross instead, Sally began to kiss it from top to bottom, nipping the inked skin between her teeth.

Unable to stay completely still, Cameron held Sally’s waist, as she worshipped three square inches of his flesh, patting the line of her knickers through her thin grey dress.

The gentle but insistent pressure of his thumbs against her hips broke Sally’s focus on his right shoulder. Returning her lips to his, she relished having the freedom to explore his mouth with her tongue, a gesture he greedily reciprocated.

Sally’s hands came to his belt, undoing it quickly, pushing at the tops of his trousers and boxer shorts, until Cameron got the message and shoved them to the floor for her. Kicking them aside, he tugged off his socks, so he was completely naked; his dick saluting Sally’s still-clothed body.

‘Nice.’ Sally glanced down at his length, taking it in her fist and using it as a rudder to steer him back to the bed. ‘Lay on your front.’

‘But I have to see you naked.’ Cameron grasped the bottom of her dress, his eyes boring into her with a want that was echoed in Sally’s crotch.

‘Patience.’ Sally softly restrained his arms. ‘You aren’t my boss yet, Mister; get on the bed!’ She reached round him and slapped his buttocks playfully as her gave her a fake pout, and clambered back onto the bed, his cock digging uncomfortably into the linen.

Sliding off her shoes, and removing her dress, clad only in grey oyster underwear, Sally sat astride Cameron’s legs, trapping him in place. Her hum of delight as she finally spotted what she had been dying to see came from every fibre of her being. His second tattoo was exactly where she’d hoped it would be.

A coiled black snake curled around his right buttock. Shifting forward so she was perched gently on the backs of Cameron’s knees, Sally placed the tip of an index finger on the head of the snake. Moving with diligent stealth, she began to follow its twisted length around the flesh of his butt cheek; a small surge of triumph filling her as she saw Cameron claw the bedclothes, a muffled groan escaping his throat.

Taking her time, examining every scale and line of the reptile, Sally leaned in closer, placing her mouth upon the ink, kissing it with a frustrating tenderness that proved to be too much for Cameron’s patience.

‘Sally, fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t wait. I have to see you.’

Flattered, she let him turn, his face aglow as he cupped her bra, before digging a hand into her cleavage. Tickling her skin, so that she couldn’t stay still for giggling, Cameron fished out the lost piece of crispy seaweed, holding it up like a bizarre trophy.

Then, abruptly serious, he caressed Sally’s shoulders, easing each bra strap from her, making sure he massaged every section of her arms as he edged them down.

Sally rocked against him, aware of a steadily growing dampness between her legs. When Cameron undid the clasp at her back, Sally’s whimper of relief made them both smile. Wasting no time before tweaking her nipples, he made Sally feel as though she had been hotwired from her tits to her pussy. Cameron’s palm came to her crotch, clenching it through her knickers, spreading her liquid through the fabric, ‘You are a very dirty girl, Miss Briers, in more ways than one!’

A reply refused to form in Sally’s throat as her new lover’s words sent extra shivers of lust through her. Cameron flexed his grip lighter then harder, his thumbs agitating wonderfully against her clit, the presence of the satin knicker-fabric becoming more and more frustrating by the second. He kept up the rhythmical motion, pinching Sally’s breasts in time with every clench of his hand.

Green eyes firmly closed, Sally’s head fell backwards and the shock of her climax’s urgent and unstoppable arrival sent her flopping forward. She slumped against Cameron, gasping cries shooting from her panting lips. That was with my knickers on! What the fuck will it be like when they’re off?

Resting Sally’s juddering frame against the bed, Cameron’s eyes fell on the carton of noodles. Taking up a single strand of the cold sticky string, he held it between finger and thumb, bringing the end against Sally’s hypersensitive nipples. It was high time he lived out one of the fantasies she had inspired...

Her eyes flew open as the tacky pasta began to circle her right tit, reminding Sally of the snake hidden away on his backside. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she watched, mesmerised, as the elongated noodle began to hide her boob.

Picking up another noodle with quiet reverence, Cameron said, ‘I was going to tell you about my fantasy.’ Sally blinked by way of reply as he went on, ‘I continually picture myself licking food off you. I can’t help it. Spilt food, that you, in your ridiculously clumsy way, never fail to have deposited about your person somewhere.’

Only the top of Sally’ right nipple was visible now, and the clammy texture of the cold food was both soothing and irritating. She was only seconds from begging Cameron to eat it off her, when his face came closer. Rather than munching the noodles however, he began to treat her neglected left breast to a feast of laps and kisses.

‘Oh fuck, Cameron.’ Sally’s nails, scraped at his scalp as he spoke into her, his mouth still half full of her flesh.

‘As soon as I thought about noodles I wanted to do this to you. All the time we were in the restaurant, all I could see in my mind was you sprinkled in them.’

His mouth shifted to her right side and, carefully picking up the tail of the outer string of food, Cameron began to nibble.

Sally wasn’t sure how she was managing to keep her backside and hips motionless. Her hands travelled from Cameron’s head to his shoulders, the tantalising presence of his tongue at her chest almost too much so soon after her orgasm.