Cameron
I don’t remember consciously deciding to come to Eve’s. After Ryder and I spent most of the night stocking D’lilah’s kitchen and sobering her up, he went out to stay at a friends and I went home to crash.
Sleep never came. Instead, I stared at the ceiling and thought about all the shit D’lilah and I had been through. I tried to pinpoint the day I fell out of love with her and couldn’t. Fact is I’m not sure I ever really loved her as much as I loved the idea of her.
That’s when the visions of another blonde tore through my mind: Eve with her sharp tongue and innocent good looks, her soft body that soothes without even trying. Antsy, sleep was out of the question, so I took a drive that brought me here, in her bedroom and so fucking ready to lose myself inside her.
I thrust my fingers into her over and over, bringing her close until she’s writhing and desperate. The first time we were together was an explosion, a crash between two people racing to the finish line. Tonight I plan to take my time, enjoy and devour her until I’m completely stuffed and stumble out of here exhausted.
“Cameron . . .”
I close my eyes and drop my head at the sound of my full name from her lips. How can something I’ve heard my whole life suddenly sound so wanton, so fucking sexy?
Her teeth work her lower lip, and my mouth waters to taste it. I lean over her, making sure to hold most of my weight with my free arm. Her knees lock to my hips, as if she’s got me where she wants me and I’ll have to fight to get free. But there will be no power struggle. I’m exactly where I want to be.
Running my nose along her cheek, I inhale and take her scent deep into my lungs. My hand works between her legs, and she pulls in a breath.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Eve.” I nip at her lower lip.
Her hands rake into my hair, fisting so hard my scalp stings. My breath quickens as she pushes me to the point that my dick throbs. I tilt my head and moan at the first touch of her sweet mouth. She opens to me, her tongue darting out and sliding against mine. Wet, hot, we find our rhythm and drink from each other, savoring. Damn, if I’m not careful, this woman’s kiss will destroy me.
I travel from her lips down her jaw and trace her collarbone with my tongue. Every part of her tastes so fucking perfect. Delicate and delicious. For a second, I want to kick my own ass for not taking my time with her the first time, but as my mouth meets her full breast, my thoughts scramble.
“These are . . .” I kiss the tender underside, one and then the other. Mine. “Gorgeous.”
“Please, stop teasing.” She grinds down on my fingers. “Don’t make me wait.”
I know this is wrong for so many reasons, but risks have never stopped me before. And now, this close, the taste of her on my tongue, the sound of her soft moans in the air, there’s no way this isn’t happening.
“We can go fast this time, babe, but I plan on taking my time with you for the rest of the night.” Her eyes flash with something I can’t name before I dip my head and suck one firm nipple deep into my mouth. She cries out, the sound of audible pleasure ricocheting off the walls. I growl in approval and clamp down with my teeth.
She shoves hard with one heel against the bed and I allow her to roll me to my back but refuse to release her nipple.
“Oh my . . . I’m gonna . . .” She rocks her hips against my hand. Faster. Harder.
I reach down and free myself from the confines of my boxer briefs and stroke while I do the same to her.
Hungry for her mouth, I swirl my tongue around to soothe my bite and release her breast. “Mouth.”
She complies immediately, dropping her chin to crush her lips to mine. One hard kiss, and then she’s gone. What the fuck? I blink and see her standing at the edge of the bed. Her hair is wild around her face, and she shimmies her panties down her legs, never once taking her eyes off mine.
I lift my hips and do the same, kicking my boxer briefs to the floor. She bends to her side table, opening the top drawer, and tosses a square foil packet on my chest.
Condom. In her side table. Jealously mixed with fierce possession flares behind my ribs. I have no right to feel it, but I’m not the kind of man who shares his women, and the idea that Eve has slept with anyone besides me makes me want to rip these fucking walls down and light this bedroom on fire.
Rational? Probably not.
I scoot back on the bed and roll on the condom. She crawls toward me on the king-sized mattress, throwing a sexy sway in her hips.
She straddles my waist and leans down, her lips held just a fraction of an inch from mine. “I’m glad you came over.” She grips my dick and guides me in.
I fist the comforter at my sides to avoid grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me. “Happy you let me in.” I tilt my hips, accentuating my meaning.
She smiles against my lips before she opens hers over mine. I cup her jaw then fist her hair and hold her to me. Her hips rock against mine and the pressure builds deep in my gut. Kissing her while I’m buried deep, feeling every roll of her pelvis and her thighs clamped tightly at my hips, I need more.
I break the kiss and flip us to her back without breaking our connection. Her legs immediately wrap around me, locking me in place so tightly it’s hard to move.
I rub the outside of her thigh. “Shhh . . . Love you holding on, babe, but you don’t need to worry.” I drop a single kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her body freezes as her legs convulse around me. “What did you say?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her bottom lip quivers and her eyes turn glassy.
Oh fuck. What did I do? “Whoa, Eve.” I brush her thick bangs back off her forehead. “Talk to me.”
She shakes her head fast, blowing me off.
“Answer me.” I pull back and thrust in deep and hard.
She gasps and moans. “Don’t stop.”
My chin drops, and my eyes slam shut at the desperation in her voice. I have a split second to decide. Stop this and make her talk, or give in to our bodies’ demands and talk afterward. She reaches down and grabs my ass with two hands, digging in her fingernails.
Decision made, I thrust into her hard. We’ll talk afterward.
Pushing up to brace myself, I throw my weight behind my body. I’m relentless, needy for what this girl does to me. Her body erases my thoughts, helps me to forget all the shit. With her, it’s just us. No past, no future, just now.
Over and over again I pound into her tight body until her legs clamp against my sides and she cries out, pulsing around me. I slow down while she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm and her arms and legs fall limp to the bed.
I pull one of her legs up and rest the back of her knee at my shoulder. She’s sated and stares up at me through sex-fogged eyes.
“You okay?”
She bites her lip and nods.
I dip down and press a kiss to her lips. “Arms up, babe.”
Her arms go over her head and push against the headboard; every rock of my hips she meets with a push of her own. Tension coils in my lower back, pressure building and on the cusp. I chase down my release and slam into her with a frenzy that shocks even me.
But not Eve. Her face is relaxed. Big blue eyes stare up at me as though I’m not a failure, as if the world starts and ends with me. She looks at me as though I’ve never failed, fuck, as if I couldn’t fail.
My orgasm explodes in a blinding euphoria, and I groan into her neck. “Fuckin’ A, woman.”
Our chests press together, hearts racing, bodies intertwined. Like two people morphing into one, even our breathing is identical. What is that? Something inside clicks, and even though it should be obvious, it feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Much more than an orgasm, but what?
I crush her body with mine, and she doesn’t let me go. For the first time in a lifetime of heavy, I feel . . . light.
~*~
Eve
There’s no way I’m sleeping. No friggin’ way. The sun is coming up, and I haven’t closed my eyes once since my last orgasm. Why? Oh gee, let’s see. Maybe because I’m still riding the high from four hours of earth-shattering sex? Or huh, could it be the fact that I’ve never been so sexually satisfied in my life, and yet I’m still hungry for more? No, that’s not it either.
I know exactly what it is that’s keeping me from drifting off. I don’t want to miss a second of what’s happening right this very second. The sunrise peeking through the windows confirms my excitement.
Cameron stayed the night. As in all night.
Not only did he stay the night, but he’s sleeping. As if things couldn’t get any better, they do. He has his front to my back, his arm wrapped around my waist so tightly that his hand is tucked between my hip and the bed. Holding me. Holding on to me while he sleeps.
He said he wasn’t going anywhere and he didn’t. After he disposed of the last condom, I fully expected him to get dressed and walk out, but he shocked the shit out of me when he crawled back into bed, pulled me to his body, and with a toss of the sheet to cover us, fell asleep.
The heat of his breath tickles my shoulder, and I pray that the sun doesn’t wake him. I pretend that he’s mine, that we’re in a committed relationship and this is how we wake up every morning. My mind takes me to a fantasy where I’m the priority in his life, so much so that he can’t even sleep without having his hands on me. If only I could be that for him.
A low grumble vibrates against my back, and his arm squeezes tighter around my middle. It’s hard to breathe, but totally worth it.
“Shit, what time is it?” His deep morning voice against my ear sends goose bumps down my arm, but they quickly fade with the realization of what’s about to happen. Fantasy over. He’s leaving.
“Early.” I can see my phone from here and know it’s almost five-thirty in the morning, but I keep that information to myself, hoping it’ll buy me some more time.
“Mmm.” He groans and stretches flexing his hips into my ass, but never releases his hold on me. “Slept like the dead.”
I’m grateful he can’t see the sure-to-be-ridiculous embarrassing smile that sweeps across my face. “Me too.” No, I didn’t, but what I did was better.
He nuzzles my neck. “Smell fucking amazing, Eve.”
My tummy flips, and I tilt my head for him, welcoming his lips as he brushes featherlight kisses over my bare skin.
“You work today?” More kisses and the rough drag of his stubble along my shoulder.
“Um . . . not ’til four.” If only he didn’t have a million-dollar fighting league to run, we could stay in bed all day. “You?”
He groans and drops to his back, releasing his hold, which I immediately miss. I roll over and prop my head on my palm to watch him scrub his hands over his face and push up into his sex-messed hair.
“Yeah.” He turns to look at me, and I fight the urge to bury my face in my hands.
I must look like shit: no makeup, hair all over, bloodshot eyes from no sleep. My cheeks heat and my chin dips to my chest as I shimmy my fingertips through my bangs. “I look like crap.”
With a gentle tug on my hair, he gets my attention. “No, you don’t.” He pushes his fingers through the long strands to my nape. “Have breakfast with me.”
My stomach drops and tumbles with excitement. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah.” He stares up at me, his eyes the color of chocolate, they’re so dark. “You eat breakfast, right?”
“I do.” I nod, probably a little too eagerly.
“Right, so let me buy you breakfast. It’s the least I can do after you let me barge in on you.”
Wait, is he trying to pay me back for last night? Rather than kicking some cash to his whore, he’s buying me food. Would I care if that’s what this was? Nothing more than a perk after a night of amazing sex?
“Sounds great. Let me get dressed and freshen up.”
I move to exit the bed, both excited and frustrated at myself for feeling that way. He hooks me by the neck and pulls me down to his lips. A warm, soft kiss and I’m melting into him, my body jump-starting at the memory of his mouth all over me just hours ago.
“Smell good. Taste even better.” He kisses me one last time, and I slide off the bed and head to the bathroom dizzy.
I’m going to do this. His intentions may not be the same as mine, but I can pretend. Booty calls, one-night-stands with the occasional meal, it’s more than what I’m used to, and if I can get the occasional night in his arms while he sleeps, it’ll all be worth the eventual meat grinder I’ll be putting my heart through.