Rough: Daunting Temptation (Coral Gables Series Book 1) (14 page)

"Of course you are; I've been looking at you a lot after all. Still, I'd like to know why."

"No particular reason. You were seizing me up, so now I am taking a good look at you," I giggle and take another sip of my beer.

Delsin sits down next to me and reaches out his hand. "Why did you want to come home with me on Tuesday?"

I lower the bottle and cock my head, studying him intently. "I think you know that as well as I do."

Slowly, he comes closer. "Tell me why." It is not a request, it is a demand.

"Because I wanted to sleep with you," I blurt.

His lips are very close to mine. His gaze is intense and his breath smells like a mixture of peppermint and nicotine. I can feel the heat he exudes.

"Is that the only reason?" he insists. His every breath tickles my lips.

I shake my head.

"Why else?"

"I simply wanted to spend time with you and … be near you," I admit shyly. I feel a shiver down my back.

"And you wanted to sleep with me," He states.

I merely give a nod.

"Do you still want to do that?"

"I … I …"

"Yes or no, Camille?" he asks, holding my gaze.

"It's not a good idea, just like you said," I stammer. Then I lean forward and breathe a kiss on his lips, pulling back immediately.

"That was not a good idea," he murmurs. Delsin pushes me gently onto my back, glides over me and starts kissing me passionately. With a sigh, I return the kiss and spread my legs to give him more room. He pushes his body into the opening and intensifies his kiss. His pelvis grinds against mine, and I think I can feel his penis swell. His hand finds the hem of my nightgown and pushes it upwards.

Delsin breaks the kiss and nibbles my lower lip. His lips start to trail kisses down my neck.

"Delsin," I whisper hoarsely.

"What?" He does not stop what he is doing.

"Promise me I'm not going to be one of your trophies," I implore.

"Promise," he murmurs as his lips reach my breasts. The thin fabric feels like fire on my hardened nipples. He carefully frees my breasts from their confinement and kisses them. The tip of his tongue circles the nipple of my left breast. I moan as he bites me ever so slightly. While he does the same thing to my right nipple, his hand moves down to my panties. He slides it in and starts to stroke my folds.

"Oh my god," I gasp as his fingers find their way to the most sensitive spot in my body. I am sufficiently aroused by now to be ready to sleep with him, but I want to take my time. And the warning voice is back, asking me why I let him get this close to me again. Right now, we are definitely far too close to each other. He massages my clit with circular motions, which makes me moan louder, and then his mouth leaves my breasts and makes a trail of kisses down to my belly. His hands move to the sides of my panties and pull them down.

"Camille, do you really want this?" he asks me once again.

"If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to kill you," I gasp, feeling desperate.

"That is not an answer," he smiles.

"Yes, I really want it. I want to sleep with you," I announce, softly but decisively.

He frees my legs from the panties and throws them across the room, before pulling me up by my hand.

"That nightgown has to go," he whispers and raises my arms over my head. Carefully, he undresses me and then looks at my naked body for a moment. "You don't know how long I've been imagining this moment," he murmurs, letting the garment drop to the floor. Then he pushes me down on my back again and spreads my legs wider. When he does not glide over me again, I raise my head a little, only to see his disappear between my thighs.

When his tongue meets my nub, I gasp in shock and sensation overload. "Delsin," I moan and close my eyes. The next moment, his finger invades my core and moves in amazing circles.

It takes only a few seconds for a completely new, languid sensation to spread through me, at least that is what it feels like. His tongue swirls around my clit and I try to suppress any further moans, not wanting to lose myself completely in front of him.

"Let it out, Camille," he growls.

The sound of his voice makes me shatter. With a cry of abandon, I come, reveling in the spasms that shiver through my pelvis. Delsin does not stop, however, but keeps licking me until it becomes a sweet torment.

"Please stop," I gasp.

He chuckles and raises his head. "Already exhausted?"

"No, only sensitive," I breathe.

He comes up and his body covers mine again. "We didn't even get to the good part yet," he says with a smile when his face is above mine. His lips are glistening with my juices.

I look into his eyes as I strain to pull down his boxers. "I'm ready for the good part," I assure him with a smile of my own.

"Are you sure?"

I give a ceremonious nod: "Yes."

He reaches for a drawer next to the bed and opens it. "Okay, Caramel. You'll tell me if it hurts, alright?" he insists.

"Yes, I will."

Now I see that he has taken a condom from the drawer. Delsin gets up and chucks the boxers from his ankle. Then he rolls the condom over his penis. I don't know whether I should call his member large, small, or average, because I cannot compare it to anyone else's, but to me, it looks rather impressive.

When he is ready, he glides over me again. His hand grips the back of my knee and pulls my leg upwards a little. He looks into my eyes when he enters me, slowly and carefully.

"Oh god, Camille, you're so tight," he gasps.

"Is that bad?" I ask, feeling insecure.

He shakes his head with a happy smile. "No. Not the least bit."

Then I kiss him. I want to focus somewhere else when he pierces the resistance my virginity poses.

A burning sensation spreads from my core as Delsin pushes in deeper. I grab handfuls of the sheets and pause in my kiss.

Delsin stills, and his lips disengage from mine. "Are you okay? Too much?" he asks, searching the answer in my eyes.

"It's okay," I breathe.

"Okay." He kisses the tip of nose, my forehead, and then he begins to move inside me, very slowly. He holds my leg so it is wrapped around his back. "Try to hold it like this."

I nod hectically and close my eyes. Then I wrap my other leg around him, too, and feel him slide deeper inside me.

Delsin utters a soft moan and keeps kissing my cheeks, my chin, or my lips, while his hands roam through my hair. The sensation becomes more and more enjoyable as the ache subsides. I signal my own lust, letting out a hesitant moan when Delsin rotates his hips tentatively. I knew he would make it special for me! Then his movements become faster. I do not expect to orgasm, but then he finds a spot inside me that makes me shiver and soar, when he massages it with his penis. Delsin pushes his arm underneath my back and pulls me even closer to him. My hands grip his shoulders and, together we find release.

Still breathing hard, we look into each other's eyes. None of us utters a word for a while. There is only the two of us. He kisses my lips and then my throat, lets me go so I sink back into the pillow. I put my hands on his cheeks and pull him down for a longer kiss. He returns it, tenderly, before he pulls out of me. That leaves me feeling strangely empty. Our tongues meet and tangle, which makes me sigh.

Delsin pulls away from me too quickly for my taste, and looks at me. "Mmh. That is how I like my Caramel, sweet, and just a little spicy," he whispers.

Heat infuses my cheeks and I blush, evading his gaze. "Why do you call me that?"

"Camille, Caramel ... that sounds similar. And you do taste like an expensive candy," he explains in a soft, dreamy voice and kisses my forehead. "Pull up the covers while I go wash myself, okay?"

"Okay," I breathe.

Delsin gets up and leaves the room. I get up as well, looking for my panties. I put them on, then my nightgown, and slip back into bed. "Oh god, you're no longer a virgin," I say, smiling. I put two fingers against my lips, still feeling his kisses.

Satisfied, I close my eyes.

A few minutes later, Delsin returns and lies down next to me. Without a word, he pulls me close. I lay my head on his chest.

"Are you coming to my party tomorrow?" he asks softly.

"As your date or just as a guest?" I counter.

"As my date," he says.

"I'd love to. When does it start?"

"Around nine."

"Okay. Can you pick me up?" I ask.

"Sure. Let's get some sleep now," he whispers.

I raise my head and kiss the corner of his mouth before snuggling up close. I place my leg over his, which makes him smile. "Someone's being cuddly."

"Is that bad?" I yawn.

"No. I like it."

I smile. "Good. You can have as much as you want to tonight."

"Only tonight?"

"Okay, as often as you like," I giggle, though I do not expect a second time.

When I close my eyes, I feel happy, sated and satisfied. Soon I am fast asleep.

Chapter 7

When I wake up the next morning, Delsin is gone. I look around the room in confusion, but he is not there. Then I notice a slip of paper on his pillow.

Out for a run with Ave. Looking forward to seeing you afterwards.

My eyebrow shoots up. That sounds good. I get up with a sigh, grab my bag and take it to the bathroom.

If they are out jogging, I will fix them some breakfast. They've let me sleep here after all.

***

After taking a shower and putting on some make-up - which I luckily carried in my purse - I enter the kitchen. I rummage through the cabinets, even though that may be indiscreet, but I need to find stuff for breakfast. I know that Ave likes to eat lots after his morning run. When I find a package of oven rolls, I turn up the heat and place them on a baking sheet. Then I take out a pan and make scrambled eggs.

The door opens the moment I have finished laying the table.

"Good morning, boys," I call out.

They enter the living room, where the dinner table takes up the space near the large window.

"Morning, Sweets," Ave greets me. "Did you prepare all this for us?"

I nod, smiling. "I wanted to thank you for helping me last night."

Delsin steps towards me, and I look up at him. "Good morning, Camille," he says softly, but then he steps back again.

What is that supposed to mean?
I wonder. "Sit down. I'll go get the rest." I go back into the kitchen.

I take the plate with the scrambled eggs, which I have kept warm in the oven, and bring it to the table.

They are sitting opposite each other, and Avery pours coffee. I put the plate on the table and sit down between them.

"That sounds damn great," Ave praises me.

"I hope it tastes good, too," I smile and grab a roll.

"What did you do last night?" he asks.

I look at Delsin for help. He says: "We watched a horror flick. Camille was frightened like hell. Then we went to bed."

Ave nods slowly and laughs at a memory: "Camille and horror, that doesn't work. When I watched 'Hostel' with her, she walked out of the room sideways, her back to the TV so she didn't have to watch any of it."

"That was such a gross and awful movie," I defend my behavior.

"What did you watch yesterday?"

"The Descent," I answer.

"But that's a harmless one," Ave says.

"It was her first time; she didn't know what was coming. I got a few bad frights, too, when I first watched it," Delsin chimes in.

I hide my shock at his first words behind a sigh and heap scrambled eggs on one half of my roll. I slowly start to eat, feeling awkward. They dig into their food, too, eating hungrily, while I only nibble on that one roll. I normally don't eat much in the morning.

They both keep praising me for my scrambled eggs and in the end they fight over the last spoonful. Then they want to convince me that I should come over and make them breakfast on a regular basis, which I laughingly refuse.

When we are finished, we clear the table, and then Avery retreats to his room and says he has to study for his final. Delsin leans against the kitchen counter and studies me. "He knows."

I start. "What does he know?"

"That I slept with you. I had to run away from him," he grins.

"Okay," I say softly. My small voice is back somehow. "I ought to go home now."

He shakes his head and comes close. "I want you to stay."

"Delsin, I ... I thought this was a one-time thing."

His eyes seem to burn into mine, which makes my breath come faster and my chest heave. He can excite me with a mere look.

"Okay," he simply says, but it does not sound as if he is okay with it. He takes a step backwards, but I grab his hand.