Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 59

When I get upstairs my door to my room is closed.  I know someone is in there because I left it open when I went to join the party with the guys.  Without thinking, I slowly open the door, knowing Camila is inside.  I see her small frame outlined in the moonlight pouring through my window.  Her head is down and I hear quiet sobs as I walk closer to her. 

"Mila..." I say quietly.   "Baby...are you okay?"

She says nothing as I take a few steps closer.

"Don't come any closer." She snaps.  Whipping around, I see she's still in her white dress, her boots still up past her knee.  She's looks angry and sad, but still incredibly sexy.

"How dare you 'Mila' and 'baby' me" she says stepping closer to me.  "You just had to go and try and be the hero again, didn't you?" She asks sarcastically.  "Making decisions, damning Mario in front of everyone, without even telling me first!" She says loudly.

"Camila I'm...."

"Shut up!" She yells taking a few more steps closer to me. 

I notice a flicker in her eye the closer she gets, but I also notice she's gone cold, calculated almost and I don't know whether to brace for impact or get down on my knees and beg.

"I know you're not the only one to blame.  I know James and my mother were in on this whole thing." She seethes.  "And I'll deal with them later....but right now.....right now I need you to help me out of this dress." She says, inching closer, her eyes hooded with lust.

"Ww....what?" I gulp and stutter.  My eyes going wide as she's standing right in front of me now.  God damnit if the smell of her doesn't get me off right then and there.  This is the closest I've been to her in weeks.

Reaching up on her tip toes, her smooth lips ghost my ear.  "I said;  help me take my dress off.  You're about to get fucked." She smirks as her lips whisper against the skin of my neck.

"Jesus Camila." I wheeze as I grab the nearby chair for support.  My dick springs to life like a missile and I know right here and now there will not be talking happening for awhile.

"Are you gonna help me or not?" She asks seductively... "Or do I need to go ask Connor for that?" She winks, throwing her head back in a quiet little giggle.

"Turn around" I growl grabbing her by the waist, bringing her back to my chest.  Hell if anyone else but me is going to take care of angry Camila tonight. Or ever.

As my hands graze her heated skin, I hear her breath hitch as I undo the button and slowly pull the zipper down until it reaches her ass.  Letting my hands sit just above her waist, I can't hold back anymore.  I lean down and connect my lips with her skin, inhaling her intoxicating vanilla scent that makes my dick grow even harder. 

"Don't!" She says.  "Go sit in your stupid simulator chair." She barks.  "Now!"

Ok... now I know for sure she's angry, but I do what I'm told because lord knows I'm about to have her in ways I've been craving the whole time we've been apart.

Walking away from her, I hear her dress fall to the ground with a soft thud.  I hear her heels coming up behind me.  I feel her fingers pull at my curls, leaning my head back.  "Kiss me" she whispers.  Without time to react, she slams her lips down on mine.  Heat burns through my body as my lips move with hers.  Teeth and tongue come into play and I know she's hungry.  Hungry for some sort of control and I know I'm at her mercy. 

Breaking away from me, she walks around the chair to reveal the sexist lace teddie I've ever seen.  Her long beach waves cascading over her shoulders as her eyes bore into mine.  Fire ignites between us and all I want to do is reach out and grab her.  That kiss was just a taste of her and I want more.  I missed her, and even though she's angry, I know she's missed me too or she wouldn't be here.