Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) Page 7

  “Maybe.” She looked glum. “My problem is I have high standards, and I refuse to lower them just to have a baby or marry because I’m getting old.”

  He let her hair go and frowned. “Old? How old are you?”

  “Twenty-eight.”

  He snorted. “Yeah, you’re ancient. Hell, Vanessa. I’m twenty-nine. What’s the rush on marriage and kids? More people are waiting to commit until they’re older anyway. Financially it makes sense. Kids are expensive.”

  “I’ve heard.”

  He settled his hand on the back of the couch, near her shoulder. “You want to take off your jacket and relax?” He held up his hands, lest she get the wrong idea. “Or not. I swear I’m not making a move or anything. But I’m kind of hot.” He shrugged out of his jacket. “Though I’m thinking it’s the Scotch.”

  She shook her head. “Lightweight.”

  “Oh?”

  “Hey, I’m driving home tonight. I need to stay sober. Besides, takes more than a few Diva in Pinks to sink me.”

  “Good. I respect a woman who can hold her liquor.” He grinned. “I’m the same. Personally, getting falling-down drunk lost its appeal in college. And then only once or twice. I had priorities back then. Grades.”

  She nodded. “A job, scholarships, dean’s list.”

  “Exactly. The guys used to make fun of me for being a dweeb, but I didn’t pay a cent for school. Not to toot my own horn or anything.”

  “Toot away. You’re among friends.”

  “I’m pretty financially set thanks to those grades and my continued effort to succeed.”

  “Good for you.” She reached for her glass and clinked it against his. They both sipped from their drinks before she said, “It’s funny how your brothers tease you, when the four of you, five if you count your dad, are so much alike.”

  “How’s that?”

  “All of you are wildly successful in difficult careers. Plumbing? Construction? Finance? You’re all your own bosses. Even Mike and James are partners, not employees.”

  “True. Hardheads. Mostly that’s from my dad.”

  “Or your mom. I’ve spent enough time with Beth to know she’s no one’s pushover.” Vanessa paused. “You think she knows about your dad and some ‘maybe’ other woman?”

  “Yeah. I think so.” He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. “What a mess. After that fight with Dad, I just felt worse. Like I’d kicked a puppy. A feral, mongrel, freakishly large dog, but a wounded one nonetheless.”

  “Man. Tough position to be in.”

  “Yeah.” He sighed.

  She sighed.

  They sat together like that, so near they could have been cuddling. But they weren’t. Two friends sharing tough times, and damn, but Cam felt closer to her than he’d ever felt to a woman not his mother. And he definitely had no maternal thoughts toward Vanessa. At all.

  When he blinked his eyes open again, he saw that outside had turned dark and hours had passed. The clouds obscured the moon, so that only faint moonlight trickled over the water. Stars teased behind wisps of cottony indigo, while a bright blond head rested on his chest.

  He ached from his uncomfortable position. He half-sat, half-slumped on the couch under Vanessa.

  He didn’t know whether to wake her, then thought she might get pissed if he didn’t.

  “Vanessa?” he whispered.

  “Cam?”

  The first time she’d shortened his name. In her husky voice, it sounded like a sexual request, and his body woke up as if he were on fire. She shifted against him, and his cock sprang to life.

  “You awake?” he asked softly.

  “Yeah. You nodded off, and I just felt so comfortable. I must have dozed a little, but I was debating whether to leave when you woke.”

  He stretched out under her on the couch and pulled her fully on top of him.

  “Wow. You’re pretty strong. I’m not that light.”

  He chuckled. “I like that about you. A strong wind won’t blow all that muscle away.” He rested his hand on her hip. Not a good idea, because he started rubbing her side, taken with the strong yet supple flesh of her waist.

  “Cameron?”

  “Yeah?”

  She leaned up on her hands to look down at him, and to his satisfaction her bun had loosened, strands of hair caressing her face and making him think of a fallen angel out to seduce him into sin.

  “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

  He groaned. “I think I’ll explode if you don’t.”

  She lowered her mouth, and he grasped her hips to keep her right there, grinding against his groin while she feathered her breath over his lips. He arched up, prolonging the contact, before she pulled away.

  “I don’t think you understood me,” she rasped. “I kiss you.”

  “Oh. Sure.” He forced himself to lie back and take what she gave him, and it was so incredibly hard not to roll them over and consume her.

  The kiss, when it came, started out tentative. Soft lips met his. Her tongue tunneled into his mouth and swept through like a whisper of heat, branding him with carnal need.

  He rubbed her hips, unconsciously urging her against him as he rocked up, seeking her warmth. Her kiss deepened, and she slanted her mouth over his until he couldn’t think past the need to sink inside her.

  She tore her mouth away and trailed kisses to his ear. “You taste so good. Like Scotch and sex.”

  “Vanessa,” he hissed as she tongued his ear and nipped his earlobe. He bucked, his cock harder than it had ever been in his life. “Take your shirt off. Let me see you. Let me feel you.”

  She leaned up, fitting her warm core directly against his erection. She had to inch her skirt up to spread her legs wider, and he nearly choked when he saw garters holding up her stockings.

  “Tell me you’re still wearing your heels,” he demanded, hoarse.

  She winked at him and nodded at her left foot since the other was hidden by the couch cushions.

  “Fuck me,” he swore.

  “I intend to.”

  He whipped his gaze back to hers and watched as she slowly discarded her jacket. Then her buttons, one by one, until her silk shirt hung open, showcasing a lacy white bra.

  He wanted to devour her, but he didn’t. She’d kissed him. This was her show. “You tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” He nodded. “Anything you want. It’s yours.”

  “Hmm. Where to start.” She inched her shirt off until it pooled around her elbows. “Touch my breasts.”

  The desire in her eyes set him aflame. She wanted this, as much if not more than he did. She squirmed over him, and her nipples stood stiffly under her bra. He raised his hands to cup her and moaned with her, the feel of her under his palms exquisite.

  “Vanessa, you’re so beautiful.” He thumbed her nipples, and she arched back, thrusting her chest out.

  “Take it off,” she rasped. “The bra.”

  He had it unfastened in seconds.

  “Hmm. Someone has had practice.” She smiled and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it so she could touch his chest.

  He pushed her shirt off so he could get rid of the bra. And then he stared at the most perfect breasts in existence. Full, high, and tipped with small rosy nipples. “I want to suck your breasts. Suck them and bite them. Such pretty little nipples.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.

  “Yes,” she breathed and lowered herself to him.

  When he took her nipple in his mouth, she cried out and ground against him. He licked and teased, feasting until she pulled back to give him the other. While he sucked one, he cupped and stroked her other breast to fullness.

  “I want you in me,” she whispered. “God, I need you inside me.”

  “Yeah,” he mouthed around her nipple. “Up in you.”

 
; “Just you and me. No condom.”

  He froze and took his mouth away from her breast, his heart pounding with excitement. “You sure?”

  “You clean?”

  “Hell yeah. I always use a condom.” But he didn’t want to with her.

  “Me too. But tonight, I don’t know. I just… I want you inside me.” She drew a breath and let it out in a rush. “I’m on the Pill. And I’m so wet. I want you now.”

  He groaned. “I’m going to come too soon.”

  She stilled. “Should I slow down?”

  The uncertainty on her face pulled at him. “No. You’re in charge. Whatever you want this time. But next time, I set the pace.”

  She relaxed and smiled. “Okay.” She scooted back to move from the couch, then removed her skirt and panties, leaving her in just the garters, stockings, and heels.

  “You look like a pinup. No, leave the hair. So fucking sexy.”

  She flushed, and damn but he fell hard. He’d known this Vanessa existed, but he hadn’t thought to see her so soon. The sweet, shy woman buried under the take-charge honey who was hungry for what she wanted. She knelt by him and took off his shoes and socks, pushed off his shirt, then unbuttoned his slacks.

  Instead of taking them off, she slid her hand inside his boxer briefs and closed her fingers around him. “You’re so big.”

  “Yes. Oh shit. Vanessa,” he groaned.

  “And hard. And hot.” She rubbed her thumb over his slit, and his eyes crossed. “And wet.”

  “And about to come if you don’t put that sexy pussy over me.”

  “Not my mouth?”

  He swore softly. “I’m only human. And I really, really need to fill you up before I come in your mouth. Trust me. Right now, if you were to blow me, you’d drown in me.”

  She chuckled. “It’s so nice to know you care.”

  “You witch. Come on. I’m dying here.”

  She pulled his pants and underwear down and he kicked them off. Then she straddled him on the couch and lowered that hot, wet heaven over him.

  They both moaned as they joined, her sheath clutching him tightly as she settled over him.

  “Vanessa. Don’t move.”

  “No?” She shifted.

  “I’m gonna come. I want to wait.”

  “No. Come in me. Give it to me, Cam.” She rose and fell hard, then rode him until he couldn’t think.

  He gripped her hips, palmed her breasts, and stared up at her while she watched him losing control.

  “That’s it. Come, baby. Inside me.” When she twisted her hips and slammed particularly hard, he lost it. He reached between them to rub her clit as he came inside her, dimly aware of her grabbing his fingers and pushing harder against her flesh, of her body squeezing him tight.

  “Cam, yes, yes.”

  He felt like one huge nerve, exposed and raw and quivering as he spent inside her. The perfect woman. His Vanessa.

  She slumped over him, breathing fast. She raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes. “Holy fuck.”

  He grinned at her, then started laughing. She joined him, and they laughed so hard he had trouble breathing.

  “Holy fuck,” he repeated when he’d caught his breath. “So romantic. Yet so appropriate.”

  She smiled, a real grin that touched him deep inside. “Who knew you had it in you? And no, this is not where you make some juvenile remark about it still being in me.”

  “Damn. You take all the fun out of immaturity.”

  She snickered. “Jesus, Cam. I wish I would have known I was missing that. I would have let you have me much sooner.”

  “So it was all about proving myself, huh?” He stretched under her, pleased that they remained joined even though he’d started to soften. “How do you know that wasn’t just a lucky orgasm?”

  She blinked. “Lucky orgasm?”

  “Yeah. Women can have those. You know, a guy gets lucky the first time. I should definitely prove I’m good for at least another round. Or two.”

  She pretended to consider him, tapping her chin. “You make a sound argument.”

  “The probability that it’s not a fluke goes up the more we have sex. Make love. Fuck. Call it what you will, but I really think we need to continue this in the shower.”

  “Oh. Shower sex. I can do that.”

  “Honey, you can do anything. That’s why I like you. You’re so positive.”

  “Dork.” She lifted herself off him and ran to the bathroom. “Ack. You made a mess!”

  As long as that’s all I made. He trusted Vanessa implicitly. She wasn’t the kind of woman to take chances with her body or her future. He doubted she planned to conceive without a detailed list of how to go about it. Spontaneous sex with Cameron McCauley, sadly enough, would probably not appear on the list.

  Yet some small part of him wondered what if. What would their child be like? What would Vanessa look like carrying a piece of him inside her?

  “Well? Come on, Methuselah. I’m not getting any younger,” she called out and started the shower. “Oh man. This is like a spa!”

  He grinned. “Coming, dear.”

  “Ass.”

  He joined her in the shower and decided to show her how a real man pleasured a woman. After he got her nice and clean. With soap and water. And his tongue.

  ***

  Vanessa couldn’t believe she’d actually had mind-blowing sex with Cameron McCauley in the Four Seasons Hotel. Nothing seedy or deviant about their coupling. She hadn’t expected anything raunchy—like Abby’s sexy books. But she also hadn’t expected he’d be so good at pleasing her. Her orgasm had satisfied, for sure. And his orgasm… Watching him come had been right up there with her all-time favorite images. A sunset over the ocean. A rainbow on a sunny day. The tigers at the zoo. Cameron in climax.

  “Come on, lazy. Let me wash you.” He pulled her closer and proceeded to shampoo her with a decadent scalp massage.

  “Oh, wow. You should do this for a living.” She moaned.

  “But my happy endings are strictly for you.”

  She laughed and tried not to swallow too much water.

  “Easy now. See? That’s what it would have been like if I’d let you go down on me. Drowning.”

  “Yeah, right. You made a mess, but it wasn’t a rainfall.”

  “Hey. Stop trying to unman me. I came hard.”

  “You busted a nut, all right.”

  He took his hands away and stared at her. “Quite the vernacular.”

  She laughed at him, amazed to be having so much fun after sex. Normally she didn’t climax, or she did and just wanted her partner gone.

  “Now your body.” He held the soap up. “Arms up. I promise not to tickle.”

  He washed her with gentle hands, spending a large time between her legs and on her breasts.

  “Um, Cam? You washed my left breast five times already. I think I’m clean.”

  “No. You’re a very dirty girl.” He sighed and continued to fondle her, enough that he aroused her again. “Have I told you how much I love your body? Your breasts fit in my hands. Not too big, not too small. Juuuusst right.”

  “Okay, Goldilocks.”

  He snorted with laughter, and she looked into his impossibly blue eyes and felt something deep give inside her.

  “Now, Vanessa, I did say I’d get my turn.”

  She looked down and saw him half hard. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

  “You are. Now hold still.” He angled her so that the shower hit her back and shoulders. Then he put down the soap and knelt between her feet.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “What I want. It’s my show now, sexy. Buckle up and hold tight.”

  Chapter 6

  Vanessa stared down at Cameron in shock. Her breath caught as his
mouth drew closer. He kissed her. There. In that place where few men had ever done more than waste her time. Yet a hint of his breath and she felt ready to go off like a rocket.

  “So sweet,” he murmured in that throaty voice that immediately put her in mind of hot, steamy sex.

  The water rained over her back while Cameron licked her into another swell of arousal. The first man who made her experience more than tepid sensation, but full-out, tantalizing desire.

  “Oh God, that’s so good.” She stroked his hair and placed a hand on his head, the other on his shoulder as he brought her to new heights. The notion that she stood there, unmoving, while he had his way with her body dumbfounded her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken charge in the bedroom—and she’d let him.

  “Yeah, let go, baby. All over me.” He groaned and gripped her hips as he licked deeper, penetrating with his tongue.

  Not sure if she wanted that much intimacy, she squirmed and tried to ease back. “Cam, I…”

  He pulled his head back and stared up at her, his blue eyes brilliant with lust and a touch of amusement that surprised her. “Uh-uh. You just stand there while I call the shots. Trust me. Do what I tell you and you’ll come so hard you’ll be crying my name.”

  She snorted, unable to help herself. “Yeah, right.”

  “Oh, challenge on.” He smirked and focused back between her legs. He petted her, and her breath hitched when his fingers slid between her folds.

  He leaned closer and licked her clit, and she shot up on her toes.

  He nudged her legs wider. Then he fingered her folds apart and clamped his mouth over her clit. He sucked hard, tonguing the ripe bud and inserting a finger inside her, which he quickly withdrew, only to penetrate her again. The slow rhythm built as he sucked and nipped, his earthy moans and skilled mouth shoving her into a climax she hadn’t expected, not after that first earth-shattering ride on the couch.

  She cried out as she came, gripping his shoulders as he continued to lick her into spasms of delighted release.

  He kissed his way up her body, and she couldn’t miss the return of his erection. His lips found hers, and she wrapped her arms around his taut shoulders and thanked him without words for his generosity.