She rocks her head back against the wall, her hands holding onto my biceps, and legs locked around my hips. “No such thing as too good. Now move, Cameron.”
“Missed your sassy mouth.” I pull back and thrust in again. Back and forth again and again, punishing her for letting me go, and for not showing up at my door and demanding we stay together.
I quicken my pace, sliding my hand down between us to feel us connected and reminding myself that this is real. I need Eve like I need a damn hole in my head, but fuck if I can live without her. The woman sends me from zero to a zillion in a heartbeat; she brings out the worst in me and makes me feel completely out of control. She makes me feel alive. Gives me a taste of something I can fight for, something worth working my ass off to keep.
No way I’m letting her go again.
“Tell me you’re still on the pill, baby.”
Her head is back, eyes closed, lips parted.
I lean in and suck her bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a firm tug of my teeth. “Eyes open. Answer me.”
She tilts her chin down, gazes up at me through sex-fogged eyes, and pulls me to her lips in a long wet kiss that has me fighting to hold back my release.
“Yes.” She whispers against my lips so seductively as if she’s answering a lot more than my question with that one simple word.
I drop kisses along her jaw and hike her up a little higher to suck one pink nipple into my mouth.
Her hands tighten into my hair making my scalp sting. “I lo . . . Cameron, I—” The orgasm rips through her body with such force that I have to use both my hands to hold her steady. I feel her pulse and the vibration of her moan against my forehead, which I’ve buried into her neck.
Her body in my arms, wrapped and throbbing around me, I fall right over the edge after her, my hips jacking forward with the force of it. My fingers dig into the heavenly flesh of her bare ass, and I swear to myself I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
We’re panting hard. The music from the live show blares all around us and makes it impossible for anyone to have heard what just happened.
“You good, baby?” I kiss a path from her collarbone to her lips.
She nods, and I slide out of her before easing her down to her feet. Once she’s steady I focus on righting her panties, which has my dick forgetting that it just came seconds ago. I tuck it back into my jeans and pull Eve’s skirt down, to cover her while she adjusts her bra cups and straightens her shirt.
She looks up at me, and I can’t explain what it is about her expression that makes me uneasy, but it’s like there’s a shadow there that wasn’t there before. I don’t like it.
“Look, I . . .” I run my hand through my hair and study the brick wall just over her shoulder. “I’m sorry about coming after you like that.”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something, but her body language is freaking me the fuck out, and I don’t want to hear the words that are going to accompany it.
“Before you say anything, can we go somewhere and talk?”
“I can’t. I, uh”—her eyes dart out toward the backdoor of the club—“I need to go.”
“No.” I step closer with the hope that my body size alone will be enough to keep her from running. “You don’t. I’m not letting you get away again.”
Her eyes narrow and her jaw gets hard. “Letting me get away? Again?”
“If you’ll let me explain—”
“You had your chance to explain, Cam.”
Cam? She’s never called me by my nickname before. Hearing it from her lips shreds through my chest.
“You called me doll, soothed me, and told me everything was going to be okay, and then you left me in a hospital bed. I haven’t heard from you in two months. I called you, crying, begging you to talk to me. And now you want to explain?”
“You have every right to be pissed, doll—”
“Don’t fucking call me that!”
I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone in my entire life. It took me too long to realize it, but I realize it now, and the fact that she’s pulling away from me is making me crazy.
“I’m trying to explain to you why I had to walk away.”
A short burst of laughter shoots from her lips as if she intended it to strike and kill. “It’s too fucking late! The damage is done.”
No, no way. “I refuse to accept that.”
“Ask me if I care.”
“You seemed to care when I had my dick buried in your body.” Dammit. I cringe against my own words.
Her mouth gapes and then closes before her eyes narrow. “That was a mistake.”
“The fuck it was. You don’t beg for mistakes, Yvette.” Again, probably not the smartest thing to say, but damn she brings the shit out of me.
“I didn’t beg.”
I lean in close. “The fuck you didn’t.”
“Step away, Cameron.”
“I can’t. I’m in love with you.”
Her entire face goes slack, and she sucks in a quick breath. “That’s a cheap shot.” There’s malice in her words, but her eyes well with tears.