Wait for You, стр. 70
“Perfect,” I told him, spreading my hands over the sides of his face. “You were perfect.”
Cam dipped his mouth to mine. “Only because I was with you.”
Chapter 33
Stepping into the shower the following morning, the hot water pelted deliciously sore muscles. I turned into the spray, letting it wash over my upturned face. Last night… all night…. A big smile pulled at my lips. It had been amazing. Not just the sex—and the sex had been awesomely wonderful—but everything that had come afterward. We were closer than we were before and it hadn’t been the act of sex bringing us together.
It had been the act of complete trust in each other.
Hearing the soft slid of the shower door, I opened my eyes and turned as Cam stepped in behind me. Completely naked. My gaze dipped. And hard.
My cheeks flushed as I folded shy arms across my breasts. Yeah, we were closer, but that didn’t mean standing in the bright light of the bathroom buck ass naked wasn’t intimidating.
“You’re beautiful.” Cam smirked a little as he eased my arms away. “And you want to hide yourself?”
“Not all of us are blessed with your confidence.”
“Uh-huh.” He ran his thumb over my pebbled nipple and then he kissed the corner of my lip as his hands slid up my arms. Water coursed down my back. “I got lonely out there. Thought I’d join you.”
“You were lonely?” I stepped closer to him.
“Yes.” Cam let his arms fall to my waist. He closed the rest of the distance between us. Our slick skin pressed together and parts of my body got all happy about that. “I ordered breakfast. We have about twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes to get fresh and clean?”
“We only need a couple of minutes for that.”
“And what about the rest of those minutes?”
Cam didn’t tell me how he wanted to spend those moments. He showed me… in great detail. Kissing me once before latching his mouth onto my breast. A ball of lava formed in my belly as he turned me sideways, the water spraying down on us. Dazed, my hand fluttered to the strands of wet hair. They sifted through my fingers like silk. He slipped his hand between my thighs as he dragged his mouth to mine. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make come to the brink of control.
“Hold on,” he ordered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a short breath as he lifted me up, pressing my back against the wet tile as he settled between my legs. He brought us together with a slow, torturous thrust. My moans filled the bathroom as his hips pumped. My heart was thundering, a flutter deep in my chest and stomach.
Somehow we ended up out of the shower, my back against the cool floor and Cam over me, his body rocking with mine, my thighs squeezing him as the shower still ran. One hand was on my breast, the other buried deep in my soaked hair. His mouth was hot and demanding, consuming.
“Cam!” I cried out, my back arching as my release powered though me, explosive and crashing. His arms went around me as he lifted me up, seating me in his lap. My knees skid over the now wet floor. Lightning zinged through my veins. His body shook as he held me to him tightly, thrusting once more, grinding my hips against his as he came.
For a while, the only sound was our ragged breathing. We were limp in each other’s arms, my head on his shoulders, my hand resting above where his heart was pounding.
“You—”
“I’m okay,” I cut him off, giggling. “I’m not going to break.”
“I don’t know.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “You—” A knock on our hotel door cut him off. “Shit. The food’s here.”
I wiggled off his lap and he climbed to his feet, slipping in the puddles we’d left on the floor and almost wiping out. He made it to the door in one piece. “Cam!”
“What?” He looked over his shoulder.
Throwing him a towel, I giggled. “You’re about to answer the door with your junk hanging out.”
“Good call.” He wrapped the towel around his hips as he cast me a wicked grin. “Although the masses would love to see my junk.”
I laughed as I dipped back under the luke warm spray. His junk was rather impressive.
#
Molly’s house was in a decent part of town. Middle income, neat and clean. We stopped in front of a one story rancher and I scanned the numbers on my phone to make sure we had the right house.
“This is it.”
Cam parked the car along the curb, a slight frown on his face. “Are you sure you need to do this?”
“Yes. I owe it to her.”
He turned the car off. “You don’t owe her anything.”
I looked at him. “I do. It’s not that I blame myself for what happened to her, but if I don’t talk to her, she’s never going to understand why I didn’t say anything. And I need her to.” Because I really would like to go one week without getting a nasty message from her.
Drawing in a shallow breath, he pulled his hands off the steering wheel. “And of course you want me to stay out here?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “I don’t like this.”
Leaning over, I kissed his cheek. “But you like me.”
“I love you.” He turned his head toward me. Sliding his hand around the back of my neck, he brought his mouth to mine. “Doesn’t mean I’m happy about sitting out here while you go into some random, possibly psycho chick’s house.”
“She’s not psycho.”
“Says you.”
“Says me.”
His lips curved up on one side. “If you’re not out in five minutes, I’m coming in, guns blazing.”
“You don’t have a gun.”
“She doesn’t know that.”
I laughed softly. “I’ll need more than five minutes.”
“Six.”
“More,” I replied.
“You don’t need this, sweetheart.” When I said nothing, he groaned. “Seven.”
“You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be okay.”
Cam sighed again. “Okay. Please be careful.”
“I will.”
Before I could slide out from his grasp, he tightened his grip and captured my mouth. The kiss started off softly, turning deeper and hotter as his tongue slipped inside, moving in ways that reminded me of what he’d done last night and this morning. I moaned into the kiss, and when he pulled away, I was panting.
A wicked glint filled his blue eyes. “The faster you are in there, the faster you get more of that.”
“That is so wrong.” I slipped away, but I was grinning.
“I love you.”
I would never get tired of hearing that. “I love you too.”
Pulling myself from that car was almost impossible, but I did it. My sandals smacked off the cracked pavement as I hurried to the front door. I’d been out in the late morning sun for only a few seconds and sweat already dotted my brow.
I raised my hand to knock, but the interior door flew open, revealing a short, skinny girl with black hair and large gray eyes—wary eyes. They shifted to me and then over my shoulder. She was a pretty girl, one that looked bone-tired and weary.
“Who’s that?” she demanded.
I recognized her voice immediately. “That’s Cam. My boyfriend.”
Her face puckered as if she tasted something sour. “He can’t come in here.”
“I know.” I was quick to reassure her. “That’s why he’s staying in the car.”
Molly’s expression slipped into a scowl, but she stepped aside. Opening the screen door, I followed her inside the dark living room.
“Is this your parents’ house?” My eyes scanned the many pictures lining the walls and the well-worn furniture.
“Yes.” She stalked into the living room and picked up a remote. Turning the TV off, she tossed the remote onto the couch beside her. “They’re at work.”
“It’s nice.”
She smirked. “Says the girl who’s from Red Hill.”
The jab at the stretch of road my parents lived on wasn’t missed. I sat in a chair, crossing my ankles. “Okay. I’m glad you wanted to see me.”
Molly didn’t sit, but stood only a few feet from me. “Are you really?”
“Yes.”
She laughed harshly. “I somehow doubt that considering our last conversation and the fact you’ve spent a good nine months or so ignoring me.”