The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, Fabiola Francisco [top 20 books to read TXT] 📗

you up in the shower.” Camden kills the engine and looks at me with the expression of a starving man faced with his favorite meal.

His hands cradle my face, and his lips land on mine in a demanding kiss. His tongue desperately traces the seam on my lips, begging entry. I open for him, my own lips and tongue moving of their own accord, seeking him and stealing every kiss from him.

“Need you.” His hands roam down the sides of my body.

“Take me,” I whisper against his lips before fusing our lips together and kissing him deeply.

Camden breaks away and opens his door. “Let’s go.” It’s a simple command that moves a shiver up my spine. I’m out of the car and next to him in record time. My body hums with anticipation.

As soon as we step into the elevator, Camden’s mouth is on mine again. I swear, this is the scene from every sexy movie I’ve ever watched. All we need is for Marvin Gaye to play over the speakers.

A giggle bubbles in the back of my throat, and I try to swallow it down, but Camden notices, and when he leans his head back, I sputter all over him.

“What’s so funny?” His eyebrows pinch together.

“Nothing.” I lean in to kiss him, but he inches back.

“Tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I was laughing at my imagination.” I shake my head.

“Oh, yeah? And is there something fucking hilarious about what you’d be imagining while I kiss you? I was hoping for moans, not giggles, Kiwi.” He lifts his eyebrows as his voice rings with amusement.

“Ugh.” I toss my head back against the elevator wall. “I was just thinking that this is right out of a hot movie scene. You know, the elevator make-out, not caring if there are cameras watching because you desperately need the other person.”

Camden smirks and steps close until our bodies are as flush as possible. “Kiwi, I’m about to give it so good that every fantasy you’ve had will pale in comparison.”

I thickly swallow as anticipation builds like a slow-coming snowstorm. His hands tangle in my messy hair as his eyes pierce into mine.

One beat.

Two beats.

My heart punches my ribs with each beat as I wait for Camden’s next move. His body is pressed against mine, and it’s not just his muscles that are hard against me.

“Cam,” I whisper, leaning my mouth to his.

“I’m gonna make you forget every fantasy and replace them with my body, my lips, my touch.” He’s wild when he kisses him, his hands roaming down my back until he grips my butt and presses me into him. I gasp into his mouth when I feel his erection so close to where I want him.

When the elevator pings open, Camden drags me down the hall and hastily unlocks the door. As soon as the door slams, he has me pinned against the wall in the entrance, arms above my head, and teeth nipping my jaw before he kisses trails along my neck. I moan and arch into him, needing some kind of friction.

“Need to taste you.” He drops to his knees, and I squeeze my eyes closed. Cool air hits my lower body as he yanks my leggings down my legs and helps me step out of them. Camden blindly flings them over to his side as his sole focus is on me.

I cry out when his thumb moves along my core, teasing my clit.

“Eyes open and on me. I want you to watch me make you feel so fucking good.” His dirty mouth.

I peer down at him, and when our eyes lock, Camden runs his tongue over my pussy, causing me to jolt. A crooked smile marks his lips before he grabs my leg and swings it over his shoulder. Next thing I know, I’m crying out in pleasure as his mouth devours me.

His gaze flickers between my eyes and my body. His lips close around my clit, and he sucks it into his mouth, thrusting his fingers inside of me. The sensations swirl together, leading me to the brink as my body buzzes with my orgasm. I feel like I’m soaring as my heart drums in my ears and my body tenses. Camden laps up every last bit before standing and kissing me.

“You taste so good. I’ll never get enough of you. And when they ask me what I want my last meal to be, my only response will be you.”

I groan, and my hands fly to his jeans, messily working on undoing the button and zipper. Camden stops my hands and finishes the job for me. Before I can fist his hard length, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me. My legs wrap around his body as he thrusts into me against the wall of his apartment like a man on a mission, every nerve-ending in my body reacting to him as if he were the sole owner and in this moment, no one else owns me the way he does—body, mind, heart, and soul. I’m all his.

- - - - -

“Spill the tea,” Noel says as soon as Berkeley and I walk into her apartment. “I’ve been dying to hear what’s going on with you and Camden. Since he’s always around, we haven’t really been able to get into details during our talks, and I’m dyyyying,” she draws out dramatically and finishes off by tossing her head back in exasperation.

“She has been. She keeps asking me if I know anything, and I only know what you’ve told us,” Berkeley says as she sits on the sofa.

“Also, you’re the most adorable pregnant woman ever, and I miss you like crazy.” Noel hugs me before placing her hands on my belly and bending down. “Hello, beautiful boy. I’m your Aunt Noel. I’ll be the one to teach you all about how to sneak in drinks before your twenty-first birthday.”

I laugh and sit on the sofa next to Berkeley. “You’re crazy.” I point at Noel.

“But you love me,” she shrugs.