“You’re perfection, Brad. The way you touch me. The way you feel.” I ran my hands down the center of his chest, over the ridges of his abs to his impressive cock. “So hard.” I squeezed. “So hot.”
He grinned unabashedly as I licked my lips. Male pride and heat blazed in his cobalt eyes. “Gonna fuck you perfectly. You’ll see.” The mattress on one side of me dipped as he dropped his weight onto one hand. “Are you ready?”
He completely covered my neatly trimmed pussy with his large hand, finding and sweeping his thumb over the swollen slippery surface of me.
“Brad, oh yes.” I shuddered again and lifted my hips, following the swirling movement of his thumb as he circled me.
“You’re ready.” He slapped his hand over a condom packet on the bed, tore it open, and rolled it down his length while I watched him. “Mine.” He swept a dark, hungry, possessive gaze over me. “You’re mine, Cam.”
I gasped as he firmly grasped my thighs, separating and moving between them. Climbing over me again, he planted his hands on either side of me while I slid mine over the smooth skin and chiseled contours of his back. I grabbed his ass as he found my entrance and positioned himself.
I pulled in an anticipatory breath. His gaze flew to my face.
“There’s no going back.” His eyes held mine. “Only me.”
“Only you,” I said softly, meaning it with every fiber of my body.
It would only ever be him I wanted. This wasn’t love. I knew that. But it was more than I’d imagined. He was everything while I had him.
“I’m not going too fast? I want you with me.”
He was being cautious because of the rape, and the concern and his restraint undid me. Completely.
“I’m with you. I want you.” I wriggled impatiently underneath him. “I want your perfection.”
“So bossy.” His expression was hard and admiring. “So beautiful and so brave.”
He pushed inside me, inch by inch, watching me closely before he started to move.
“So good.” I squeezed his ass. “You feel so good.”
He fucked me with short, shallow strokes to let me adjust to his size, then as my lips parted and I moaned, he fucked me deeper and harder. Watching him watch me, seeing the pleasure my pleasure gave him, I felt more wet heat rushing to dampen my throbbing core.
“Brad, you feel so good inside me.” I loved the way the muscles in his ass flexed beneath my hands as he fucked me so deliberately, so perfectly.
On his next deep stroke, he groaned. The vibrations resonated deep inside me.
“Don’t stop!” I lifted my hips into his next thrust, and the next. His hard cock filled me, stroking, gliding, honing my need. “Please don’t stop!”
My eyes fluttered closed as his pace increased.
“Yes, Brad! Oh yes!”
“Eyes open, and on me,” he ordered roughly. “Stay with me.”
I opened my eyes. His handsome features were taut, and perspiration dotted his brow.
“You and me.” His biceps bunching, he thrust inside me hard.
“Yes, us.” I moaned, keeping my gaze on his. It was so good, so very good to see the depth of his desire in his dark gaze while feeling him so hot and indelibly deep inside me.
“Cam. Babe. Fuck.”
He started to hammer into me, his pace erratic. His control snapped, and I loved it. I took and took what he gave, and he took me higher and higher than I’d ever been.
“I’m coming.” His fiery gaze melded to mine, he stiffened deep inside me.
“Brad,” I cried, his release triggering mine. “Oh, Brad.”
I shuddered hard as I came. Shaken to the core by him, I was surprised by the hot tears that leaked from my eyes. I held on to him, my anchor, as he flooded me with unbelievable pleasure, and more and more of his heat.
Chapter 41
* * *
Bradley
I came out of the bathroom expecting to find a sated and compliant Cam in my bed, only to find it empty instead. Holding the towel closed at my waist, I stomped down the hall.
“What the hell?” I shouted, and she and her cute ponytail jumped in her bed.
“I don’t know how to answer that.” In her red chemise, she yanked her covers up to her chin.
I stalked closer and whipped the covers right the hell off her.
“Get in my bed!” I pointed behind me, just to be clear. “Now!”
“But—”
“Hop to it!” I roared, and she did, scampering out of the bed.
More controlled now that I had what I wanted, I switched off her light and followed her down the hall. My ire completely assuaged by the hypnotic sway of her hips, I noted the many droplets of water on her petal-soft bronze skin. In apparent haste, she’d missed drying off properly after her shower.
“This good?” she asked, climbing into my bed on the opposite side from where I had my phone charging on the nightstand.
“Not yet.” I snagged my pajama bottoms from the floor and tugged them on before sliding into bed on my usual side. Shifting, I grabbed her and pulled her close, then gently turned her head so I could see her beautiful face. “Now I’m good.”
“You have no reason to get all huffy.”
“I don’t get huffy. I get what I want.” And now I had it.
“We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements.”
“We did,” I said, shutting that bullshit down.
Her brow creasing, Cam shook her head free of my hold.
“Did I not say you and me?” I gave her a hard look. “And that you’re mine?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks turned pink. “But that was when you, uh—” For an ex-hooker, she was certainly shy about using certain words.
“When I had my cock in you? Was that what you were trying to say?”
“Yeah.” Her silvery-green eyes bright, she nodded.
My brows rose. “You think I only want you to be mine when I’m fucking you?”
“Is that not the case?” She answered a question with a question, her fallback routine when she was uncertain.
“I said I wanted real. Real to me is you with me, day and night, as much as we can make that happen. Real is me fucking you. Real is you in my bed for sleeping. You get all that, or should I write it down?”
“I got it.” Her chin came up, but now she was smiling.
“Good. For a smart woman, sometimes you are really slow.”
She grabbed a pillow and smacked me with it.
“Weak.” Hair falling in my eyes, I shook my head at her.
“I’m not.” She pursed her sassy lips, and my cock twitched.
Eager bastard. He just had some, but he wanted more. Wanted her mouth wrapped around him more.
Hell, I wanted more. But it was late. We hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and I wanted us into a routine and her cemented in my life as soon as possible. I didn’t want her getting the idea that being with me was optional.
“I’m gonna shut off my lamp. Is that all right with you? Is there something else you usually do before going to sleep? Lotion or some shit?”
“No. Already did that.” Her mouth twitched. “You sure go all caveman after you, uh—”
“Fuck,” I said.
She nodded.
“By caveman, you mean want what’s mine as close as I can get her?” I settled down in the bed, tucking her more firmly into my side.
“Yeah, and blunt. And Caveman Brad cusses a lot more than Businessman Brad.”
“Different occasions call for different shit.”
“Yeah. Okay. Cool.” She put a hand on my abs, shifted, and leaned over me. A few loose silky ends of her hair tickled my nose before she pressed her lips to mine.
I slid a hand around her nape to deepen the touch to a serious, long, wet kiss. My cock was a flagpole when I relinquished her. Dazed, her lips swollen, she blinked slowly down at me.
“You’ve got an insanely sexy mouth, babe.”
Her lips curved
.
“But we need to get some shut-eye. So, you gotta take your hand off my abs and your lips away from my mouth.”
“We could shut our eyes and do other stuff besides sleeping.”
“We could. But we won’t.”
She pushed out her bottom lip into a pout.
“You are hot as fuck. But tomorrow. Yeah?”
Cam nodded and ducked back down beside me. But not before I saw her secret smile.
“I can’t wait.” I slid my hand lower to grab a handful of her delectable ass. “Even though I’m going to be hard all day thinking about you.”
She sighed in a way that let me know she was still hot and bothered now, and wanting another round.
I did too. But I wanted to do this right. She had a tendency to get the wrong ideas in her head. I needed to plant more right ones in it. That would happen with her here with me. With plenty of opportunity, I would press my advantage.
“Rest, babe. I’ve got you.”
I stroked her softly, rhythmically, back and forth along her curves. Her tension eased and her breathing eventually leveled off.
I stayed awake for a while. Lyrical phrases turned inside my head, alongside plans. There was creative stuff I wanted to do to Cam, with her, and for her, and logistical matters I needed to iron out.
With her, it wasn’t just about me, and it wasn’t just about her. It was about merging two complementary souls like combining notes to make music. The two opposing sides of me somehow needed to merge for her and me to work, a challenge for me, much like she was. A challenge I would surely meet, and a woman I would win for my own.
As long as she was with me, where I wanted her to be, only time stood in my way.
Chapter 42
* * *
Camaro
Waking up to a kiss from Brad . . . that kind of kiss? Firm lips. Sweet suction. Creative swirls by an ex-music major with the dedicated precision of a businessman? One, two, three thrusts, and I came apart on his perfect tongue.
“You can loosen your grip on my hair, babe,” he said, and I heard and felt the rumble of amusement in his voice.
“Not yet. Give me a few.” To savor, to enjoy the sight of him between my legs and the feel of his possessive grip on my inner thigh. Another wet, torrid aftershock rolled through me.
“Babe, fuck. You’re sexy when you come.”
He kissed me again, there, and I shuddered.
“You taste so good.” He licked his lips. “Let me do you again.”
“No.” I gripped his hair in my fist. “My turn to do you. Please.”
I wanted him in my mouth. Wanted a chance to give him pleasure like he’d lavished on me.
“All right, Cam. Okay. Loosen your hold, and I’ll let you.”
“Thank you.”
He climbed up on the bed and turned over, dropping to his back. His glorious cock pointed straight to the ceiling. Doing me apparently turned him on. A lot.
My lips curving, I glanced at his cell on the nightstand. “How long until your alarm goes off?”
“Babe, if you’re going down on me, my alarm and my run can fucking wait.”
“Excellent. Okay.”
“Though, just gotta say. With your mouth on my cock working me, it’s not going to take long.”
“Don’t make me smile. This is serious.”
“Serious, huh? Well, get started then. I can’t fucking—” He groaned low and long when I put my lips on him, then wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck to guide me. “God. That’s perfection.”
I fastened my lips around him, fighting a gag reflex, he was so big. But the sounds he made? The groaning. The guttural chants of my name? They kept me powering through any and all adjustments.
“Babe, fuck.”
My saliva dripped over my hands as I sucked him off and jacked him. My own lubricant slicked my inner thighs. Hearing him get off on what I was doing to him was insanely hot.
I was almost there when he climaxed. The hot jets of his cum in my mouth did it, sent me straight over the edge. Pulsing, I climaxed right after him.
Coming back down to reality, I refocused, letting him control the slow glide of my mouth on him until his hand stilled at my neck. I pressed an approving kiss on his cock and sat back on my heels.
“Fuck.” He breathed out the curse, his eyes dark and his lids heavy as he peered up at me. Parting the curtain of my hair, he gazed at me for a long moment. “You’re fucking incredible, Cam.”
“You are too.” I licked my salty lips. “We both had our fun, but you need to grab your gear and get out of here. While you exercise, I’m gonna make my own little run to the grocery store. If you have time when you get back, you’re getting crepes for breakfast.”
“I’ll make time,” he said.
Pulling me down to him, he gave me a kiss. I tasted him and me in it, and I loved that.
I switched places with him, sitting at the head of the bed as he got up, snagged his stuff from the dresser, and padded into the bathroom. His chiseled body, his tight ass, his already jutting cock, all of him was glorious.
Sighing, I grabbed his pillow and hugged it to my chest, inhaling deeply. Citrus, woodsy, and the musk of him entered my lungs, filling me with satisfaction so light, I almost floated to the ceiling.
“What are you smiling about?” Brad asked, coming out of the bathroom already dressed. He moved to the foot of the bed, sat down, and pulled a pair of running shoes out from underneath it.
“You.” I crawled across the bed, completely naked, and threw my arms around him from behind.
“Good.” He turned his head and kissed me on the mouth hard, like a stamp of ownership. “Thinking of you makes me smile too.”
My scalp and toes tingled from the way he looked at me.
Shoes on, he stood, escaping my arms. “I’m going. But I’ll be back.”
He strode from the room, and I watched him. His broad shoulders in a tank? His ass in cut-off sweats? Those powerful legs? You bet I watched him.
But as soon as I heard his footfalls on the stairs, I got myself moving too. Exiting his room, I hurried down the hallway. Noticeably chilly without him, I wrapped my arms around myself. In my room, I went straight to the shower, soaped and rinsed, then got out.
Padding back into my room, I went to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and stared at all the neatly folded stacks of new clothes, then looked up into the mirror.
My own things unpacked. Me in his bed.
I was moved in like a real girlfriend.
This felt real. It felt like a chance to belong.
Pressure building behind my eyes, I swallowed hard and blinked through the longing. I would belong.
Reaching in the drawer, I snagged some jean shorts and a white clingy top with off-the-shoulder billowy sleeves that had made Brad do a double-take when I tried it on for him. After running a brush through my hair, I left the room, skimming my fingers along the wall in the hallway and stopping once again at that closed door.
My things were in the guest room, not his room. I was here because of Jewel, not because Brad had officially asked me to move in with him.
No matter how determined I was, it was important to remember there were limits—just like that closed door—to how real it could be.
• • •
“These are delicious, Cam,” Brad said, squeezing my fingers where they lay on the table beside my plate.
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying them.” I smiled at him in his suit.
I’d had an extra fifteen minutes to prepare while he had his second shower. So he’d gotten a fresh fruit smoothie and vanilla-infused maple syrup with his crepes.
“But I kind of knew you liked them,” I said. “Your orgasmic groan gave that away.”
“Another of your grandmother’s recipes?”
I nodded.
“Her restaurant in Sorrento must have been very popular.”
“It was. People were always trying to get her recipes, but
she wouldn’t share them. My grandfather often teased that he married her just to have her cook for him.”
“If she were here, I might have to put in a proposal too.” He scraped up a last bite, chewed while I stared at his mouth, and set down his fork.
“Good to know it would be a toss-up between my nonna and me.”
“No toss-up. You would win.” He grinned. “So long as you had those recipes.”
I shook my head at him while his phone buzzed again, and again.
He turned it over, glanced at the display, and frowned. “I need to go. I have a ton of things to do today.”
“Then you should go.”
“But I’d rather stay here with you.”
His reluctance to leave made me want to toss aside all my misgivings.
“I’d rather you did too, but I understand that you have to work.”
“You’re beautiful and sexy.” He searched my gaze. “Supportive too. You’re an amazement. You realize how utterly and completely unique you are, right?”
“I’m pretty dazzled by you too.”
“Dazzled, huh?” His lips curved. “I like that.”
His phone buzzed on vibrate mode and lit up like a Christmas tree. Some of the names that appeared on his display I recognized. Mary Timmons. Coralee. Sierra. But there was one I didn’t recognize.
“Who’s Logan Black?” I asked.
“A client. One in a pinch.”
“How so?”
“His band, Aces High, lost their lead singer. Their second one this year.”
“Lost him where?”
“Cute.” He tapped and then ran the tip of his finger down my nose. “Adorably cute.” His eyes darkened as they dipped to my lips.
My stomach fluttered. Although I was full of crepes, I was hungry. Hungry for him. I didn’t know if it were possible for that hunger to ever be completely satisfied.
“No, really,” I said when he leaned in, staring at my mouth so intently, it tingled. “What happened?”
He leaned back in his chair, looking amused. His brows rose. “You really want to know?”
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