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Chapter 46

House nuzzled her neck, shutting the door with her back while his left hand tried to take off her coat. He pulled her to him with the coat still on...Her neck was something incredible.

Cameron threw her head back against the door, breathless. He moved her away from there without losing contact with her neck. They stopped in front of the bathroom to take her coat off...Finally...Thanking God that it wasn't buttoned. The paper bag fell from her hand when he removed the coat.

God...What taste had her body. It was so intoxicating that he could get drunk just by mapping it, every tiny inch of skin that he tasted was like a branding iron on the skin. He couldn't get away from that neck as she savored the feeling of being able to touch his skin.

She ran her hands up to his wet hair where she laced her fingers through it. She grabbed his head, pushing him away from her neck. He widened his eyes, astonished by the touch of her lips on his chest and neck. Trying to think of something better of her hands running across his back to the edge of the towel, caressing his abds.

He searched her hands, forcing her to move in the direction of the bedroom. They had barely managed to break away to reach his bedroom. Now the dull ache of his leg was starting to remind him that it actually was there, but he grabbed her arm, her back against his chest.

Whatever Cameron was thinking of saying, it turned into a strangled groan...Yes, because there were three things that he cannot stand in his bedroom: speaking, contacts with his leg, kissing...

He pushed her on the mattress, she laid down and he leaned over her, their bodies joined together, one above the other. He opened her blouse, which ended near her sweater on the floor that he didn't even remember of having taken off. He caressed every inch of skin, not fully aware of how everything was happening so quickly. She was shocked, scared, but also entranced by those sensations she had only imagined in her dreams, when she found herself thinking about him...

He ran his tongue between her breasts, ending on her neck again. Having now surpassed the stage of euphoria, now he didn't know in what stage they were.

Cameron was breathing with difficulty, she could hardly move, stunned by what was happening, stunned by his beard that ran along her neck, wet hair against her chin, his wet and cool body against hers warm and dry.

There was something fundamentally wrong in the way he was managing the situation. She didn't consider herself as a passive type in bed, yet she couldn't do anything but hug him, to not lose contact with his body while he took possession of her neck...which he bit punctually. She felt his hand abandoning her right side, moving to the back...

He didn't seem to mind at all by the fact that she wasn't participating fully. House proceeded to take off that pretty and very sexy lace bra, but that in that occasion was very outdated.

She opened her eyes abruptly, realizing where his hand was "Wait..." she murmured, but when his lips went to kiss and tease with his tongue her nipple through the soft lace bra, her mind said "Keep going".

He abandoned it soon after to slide down the right strap of the bra, in one way or another he'd have taken it off. He bit her slowly, forced to stop holding his breath when he felt her hands going down to the edge of his towel. He arched his back when he felt her tongue on his neck. She kissed his beard several times 'till reaching, finally, those lips which she was beginning to forget the taste; but the moment she was going to kiss him, he moved to her neck immediately, nibbling it and making her laugh.

House's hands pressed on her hips, his mouth on her neck. Cameron stifled a moan, tightening her hold over his shoulders.

Now it was enough, it was too much to not react at all. She felt his hand sliding off the zip of her pants naturally...too naturally. She didn't even know where and how he had gained it, but when he did it she moaned, pushing her hips against his. She not only got an answer from him, but despite all the enterprise and security, her caresses and kisses had got the desired effect, again...

She moved his hand away and grabbed his towel, sliding her left hand on his butt that was definitely better than she had imagined secretly. She noticed only when he grabbed her hand with arrogance, blocking it over her head, that she had came near to his scar, but she ignored that abrupt gesture, almost possessive, because she told herself that she could give up that caress If she could still feel his lips travelling on the bare skin around the bra. His tongue went lazily to her jaw, soon after returning to her neck.

And then, well, then there were his hands that knew exactly where to touch, especially how. She felt him trying to take off her pants. She lifted his face looking for his lips but he moved away immediately...almost frightened.

Cameron missed a beat, stopping his hands. He lifted his face and her hands started to caress his forehead, up to his lips that she touched with the thumb. He stared at her terrified.

She needed it, because...because a kiss is something very intimate, more than sex; by a real kiss you can understand many things, a kiss cannot lie...

House was breathless, trapped by her eyes, by her hair on his hands that where on either side of her face, by her irregular breathing, by her chest that touched his, by her skin as wet as his now. Perhaps it was because of this hypnosis that he realized only later that her lips were following the path of her thumb.

They stayed like that: she was lost analizing his lips with slowness and caution; he stared at her wide-eyed, still unable to rationalize. He stopped the moment she began to play with his lower lip, sucking it slowly, while he mechanically joined that movement, finally closing his eyes.

She abandoned his mouth to draw his head closer, focusing on the upper lip. They broke away for a moment, for a breath, then, as a tacit deal their mouths touched again with more enthusiasm. It seemed suddenly that the ears were burning, that they couldn't hear their breaths, their pants, their movements...

Their breaths became frantic...Cameron couldn't even think of breathing while his tongue caressed her lips and teeth.

House tried to sink into her mouth...that strange urge to cry, the need to push her away, feeling frustrated by every inch of skin that was pressing against him and that he didn't want to push away...

Their eyes ended on their inviting lips, and with small and slow movements they moved closer. Kisses slow and hurried at the same time. The anxiety was so intense that they could only caress their lips and tongue.

God...Kissing him, kissing him like that was incredible.

She moved to kiss those lips again, forgetting their taste so she could taste them again, but he drew back quickly.

She opened her eyes amused, smiling, with her arms still clasped behind his neck. She looked at him, turning serious. He was...He was sorry.

"Hey?".

He got up quickly, taking off her hands from his neck. He was standing in front of her in a second, he closed his eyes suddenly.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck...Damn! You have treated her like a whore...' his mind yelled.

"What?" she asked.

"Go away..." he said automatically.

She was bewildered, looking at him, mouth agape, hands on the mattress. She sat up incredulous "What?".

"Go away..." he repeated.

He couldn't think or say anything else, he felt trapped even If she wasn't doing anything. He looked around in search of his cane.

"Look at me...".

"Go away..." he limped toward the bathroom.

Cameron jumped up and almost ran to stop him, grabbing him by the arm "Look at me!".

"I said go!" he pushed her away, causing her to lose balance, and he went in, slamming the door.

He stood for a moment to stare at himself in the mirror...Then, when he heard the door slamming, he slid on the floor.

TBC...