Christmas Miracle (5 page)

She didn’t know him. That was completely irrelevant as this was just sex.

As his head lowered, her eyes dropped to his lips. He had beautiful lips, thin, pink lips that seemed to promise naughty things. When his lips brushed hers, she released a soft sigh. His tongue traced her bottom lip, eliciting a ragged moan. As soon as the sound left her lips, his mouth devoured hers. He tasted of mint and something uniquely him.

Melanie barely remembered to keep breathing as his tongue stroked hers with the skill and proficiency of a man who’d done his fair share of kissing. She burrowed closer to him, pressing herself further into his body. He released a low, masculine growl and pulled her against him, his hands moving down to caress her ass and drag her against his stiff, thick erection.

Melanie whimpered. It had been so long for her. Many years since she’d even wanted to be intimate with another person.

He lifted her in his arms easily, and she locked her arms and legs about him, consumed with need.

When he pulled back, she saw that his eyes had darkened to a deep blue, and when he spoke his voice was gravelly, seductive. His accent was thicker as well. “Where’s your room?”

Sliding down his hard body, she did not speak, tried not to think, as she took his hand and led him there. Her television was on, and Anderson Cooper was speaking. She turned it off. Nervousness kicked in when he began to remove his clothing, starting with his shoes and the navy sweater he wore over his work shirt.

She hadn’t done this in years. What if she’d forgotten how? God, what if she was bad at it? Maybe that was why Chester— She threw that thought far, far away. He was not going to ruin this.

Closing her eyes, she willed her nerves away. When she opened them, Cameron was before her, peering curiously down into her face.

“What are you thinking about?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.” Before he could say more, she pushed onto her toes and kissed him.

That was all it took before he was frantically tugging at her clothes, opening buttons and popping others, and then shoving her top from her body. She worked at his shirt and tie, almost strangling him in the process. Seconds of laughter later, the tie was removed safely, followed by the shirt, and they were sprawled out on her large bed. Thank God she’d gone with the king, because with the amount of rolling that they did, anything else would have found them on the floor.

***

Lifting his head from hers, Cameron stared down at her body. Her shirt was long gone, revealing high, dusk-tipped breasts that fit perfectly into his hands and were made for sucking.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, and then he lowered his head, kissing her lips and working his way down her body. He removed her pajama bottoms and panties in one fluid motion, deciding he’d tortured himself enough.

As he knelt before her spread legs, he smiled. He’d always known that Melanie would be groomed between her legs, but he’d always wondered how. Now, staring at the smooth sides of her pussy, and the neatly trimmed hairs running from the middle of her mons to just above her slit, he decided that this was her. Perfect. Sliding a finger through her glistening lips, he pressed the pad to her clit and stroked softly. Her soft cries spurred him in action.

Removing his finger, he moved off the bed and pulled her hips over the side. Kneeling before her spread sex, he leaned forward and lapped at her lips slowly, feeling himself grow harder as her taste invaded his mouth, and her moans touched his ears.

Pulling her lips apart, he attacked her hardened clit, sucking and nipping at the sensitive digit until she bucked against his face and came, her hands clutching his hair as she screamed his name.

As she regained her breath, he removed his pants and boxers and mounted her.

He waited for her to come back to him, kissing her neck and licking at her nipples. When her hands clutched at his back, he groaned and aligned himself with her entrance.

The sensation of her dew against his engorged head, although it felt so good, brought back his sanity.

Shit.
Condom. Where were his pants?

In seconds, he had a condom sheathed around his cock. As he lined up for entry, she said, with a slight catch in her voice, “Please, slowly.”

He froze. Was she a virgin? No, there was no way. Melanie Samuels was thirty-one, beautiful, successful and to the point. But he asked just to make sure.

Melanie smiled, a teasing smile that made him want to ram forward and bury every inch of his cock in her body. “Would you stop if I were?”

He answered honestly. “No.”

“I’m not, but I haven’t done this in a very long time.”

That pleased him a lot, although he didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to think about why. Most of his attention was focused on her and being buried inside of her.

“Oh. Well, I’m going to make this very good for you, lass.” And then he was pushing into her. Melanie winced as he pushed into her, and he withdrew and pumped back in slowly, repeating the process a few times, before working his cock in until most of him was deep in her body.

“Oh God, Mel—” He broke off on a groan as he worked in another inch, gritting his teeth at how tight she was.

***

Melanie felt full to bursting. Even when she’d lost her virginity, she hadn’t felt this way. While there had been much more pain, once the pain had stopped, it had felt unremarkable. Now, with Cameron deep inside her, she felt like at any moment, she’d split into two.

“Are you okay?” he asked harshly, trying and failing to control his breathing.

She nodded slowly.

His hands went to her hips and held her steady as he began shallow thrusts. It felt so good, feeling him slide into her before retreating.

Lifting one leg, she wrapped it around his back and shifted her hips. Immediately, his thrusts became deeper, faster, harder. She felt her peak approaching and cried out his name. Opening her eyes, she noticed his expression of need and lifted up to kiss him. He leaned his weight on her and returned the kiss, thrusting harder and faster into her body. With a scream, Melanie lost it.

***

Reaching for a leg, Cameron lifted it past his hips and continued his furious thrusting. This woman was driving him wild. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. Hell, he couldn’t remember anyone before her.

“Melanie, Melanie…”

With a final thrust, he groaned and fell onto her body. His cock jerked once, twice, as his seed left him for the protection of the condom.

***

Melanie woke up warm, nestled in Cameron’s arms.

He was asleep, and the streetlights cast his features in shadows and light. She hadn’t noticed how long his eyelashes were, but they fanned out against his cheek now. Everything about Cameron seemed so perfect. She was staring at his lips when the reason for her waking up came back to her. A sudden cramp hit her belly, and she knew why. Not wanting to wake him, she slowly slipped from the bed, detangling his arms from her body, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After releasing her bladder, she washed up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She grinned. She had the look of a woman who’d been worn out by an amazing lover, and she had been.

Her hair was a mess. There were strands sticking to her forehead and sticking up as well. Her lips looked slightly swollen, and when she touched them, they tingled deliciously. She hadn’t felt this way...ever. As if electric currents were still running through her body.

Cameron. She whispered his name in her mind, remembering how often she’d screamed that name as he’d reintroduced her to making love, to intimacy with another person.

Capturing some of the running water in her hands, she splashed it on her face before mopping it off with a towel. When she next looked into the mirror, he was standing behind her. She spun around quickly and he smiled, looking as tousled as she, but more handsome. The man even woke up looking good. He had sleepy eyes, but the smile was still there in full force. And standing as he was, she could admire the length and width of his amazing physique. How did one acquire a body like that anyway? Did he spend every day at the gym?

“I missed you,” he said softly, stepping into the bathroom and pulling her against him.

“Cameron…” Doubt was making its way into her mind. She shouldn’t have slept with him. What if he became her client? That relationship would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

“My name sounds beautiful on your lips, lass,” he murmured right before he lowered his head and caught her lips. This kiss wasn’t as demanding as the last ones they’d shared. It was gentle, a kiss that seduced while holding back. She pressed forward, standing on her toes as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

She felt his hands move over her bare ass, squeezing and caressing, and then one slipped between their bodies, going for her sensitive nub. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and was caught by his as his finger stroked her.

“Like that, lass?” he breathed against her lips.

Melanie nodded and whimpered as his finger moved farther back, sliding up into her.

“Tell me how it feels,” he encouraged, lowering his lips to her neck and sucking softly.

Before she could answer, another finger joined the first, spearing into her rapidly.

“Oh!” she whimpered, spreading her thighs further apart for the invasion. “It feels good…”

“Just good?”

Another finger threatened entry and she yelped softly.

“You’ve taken more than this tonight, Melanie,” he reminded, brushing his lips over hers. “You took all of me just hours ago, didn’t you?”

His fingers stroked into her and she gasped.

“Do you want my cock?” he whispered.

She was about to answer in the affirmative when his lips caught hers. As his tongue stroked hers and his fingers speared her sex, she could do little more than feel. Feel as her wet sex clenched around his fingers, feel as his tongue seduced her in a way no other had…

His fingers retreated, followed by his lips. Instinctively, she moved forward, seeking them. He stepped backwards, and Melanie glared at him. He only smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

“If you want more, come back to bed,” he said softly, and then he backed away until the darkness swallowed him.

Melanie was just about to follow him when the shrill ringing of the phone stopped her. She briefly considered ignoring it; her body was in a state of urgent need. Eventually, she moved into her bedroom in search of the device. It had to be after eleven, at least. When she saw the number, she answered only to click it off immediately. Seconds later, the phone rang again.

“Yes?” she bit out, holding the phone to her ear.

It was her sister, and while Melanie expected Lauren to call her names and hurl accusations, her sister wasn’t making much sense. She was speaking rapidly, and Melanie couldn’t understand if she tried.

“Lauren, slow down. Slow down. Breathe.” While her sister took deep breaths, she asked, “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I-I-It’s Janie. Something’s wrong, Mel, and I don’t know what to do. I’m at the hospital waiting and I’m scared. Do you think God’s punishing me? Do you think God would take my baby from me?”

“Lauren!” Melanie snapped. “Calm down. Tell me what happened.”

“She told me that she was having trouble breathing—” Lauren broke off and started crying. Melanie sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Cameron had turned on the light and pulled on his boxers. He was staring at her curiously.

“Where are you, Lauren?”

“Kings County Hospital. I don’t know what to do, Mel. I feel so helpless.”

“Just stay there. I’ll come to you.”

It didn’t matter that Lauren had betrayed her in the worst sort of way, or that her sister still didn’t seem to understand the extent of her betrayal. Her niece was an innocent party in this, and while Melanie could be cold at times, sitting back and doing nothing while her niece was in a hospital was pushing it, even for her.

As she dressed, she was barely aware that Cameron was still in the room with her. She was trying to remember Janie. Her niece looked like her father, with the long and thin face, the promise of a straight nose, the thin but curved lips. She’d seen Janie only a handful of times during the six years of her life, and she was regretting that now. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she jumped when Cameron stepped in front of her, completely dressed.

“I’m sorry,” she began, “I have an emergency—”

“I know,” he replied. She heard the jingle of keys and looked down. He was holding his keys in one hand, while the other was buried in his pants pocket. “Where am I taking you?”

Chapter Five

The drive from her Chelsea apartment in Manhattan to Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn took a little over forty minutes. When Melanie arrived, she found her sister in much better spirits despite her hassled appearance. She wore her sleeping headscarf, and no makeup graced her face, allowing Melanie to see that dark circles lined her puffy eyes. Janie had stabilized, and the doctors wanted to keep her to monitor her through the night. Apparently, Janie was slightly asthmatic, and her shortness of breath had been due to that.