His. She was his.
He lost it. Still kneeling between her legs, he hammered into her and lifted her hips to meet each plunge. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and watched her breasts bounce as he went to town. The bed springs creaked, and the headboard banged against the wall until Eva grabbed the edge to steady herself.
“Cam,” she gasped.
“Yes. Keep saying my name. I want it on your lips when you come.”
Oh, it was on her lips all right. She ignited a second later, screaming his name, when he pressed his thumb to her clit. It was all he needed. He pumped his hips once, twice more, then found his own release in hard jets that left him shaking.
“Holy shit.” Eva’s legs dropped off his shoulders and thunked heavily to the mattress. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”
Cam collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of her head, and balanced over her for a long time. Waited for his breathing to settle. “We’re gonna do it again real soon.”
She snorted. “I can’t move.”
That hollow where her shoulder met her neck was intriguing. He lowered himself on top of her, careful to balance most of his weight on his forearms, and traced the spot with his lips. She made a cute little sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. He smiled against her skin and tested the area with his tongue. She squirmed. Yup. They were going to do it again sooner than she thought, and he was going to take his time with round two. Now that he’d gotten years of pent up sexual tension out of his system, he could slow it down.
Tease.
Explore.
Before the night was over, he planned to know every square inch of Eva Cardoso’s body by heart.
Chapter Six
As the first tendrils of pink lit the sky in the east, the slight change from complete dark to half-dark roused Eva from a doze and her stomach lurched. Overhead, the ceiling started a slow spin.
Oh, God. She was going to be sick.
She bolted toward the bathroom. Since all of her friends were men who knew how to pack away alcohol, she’d built up a decent tolerance over the years and hadn’t prayed to the porcelain god since college. She made up for lost time now, retching until she had nothing left in her stomach. Drinking all those shots in quick succession had been such a bad idea.
Eva flushed the toilet and brushed her teeth, then glugged some mouthwash directly out of the tiny complimentary bottle. But, no. The alcoholic burn made her stomach threaten another revolt. She gagged and spit it out.
Straightening, she surveyed her naked reflection in the mirror. Her hair stuck up around her head in a knotted mess. Her nipples puckered in the air-conditioned chill, and a vivid memory of a hot mouth teasing them had her dampening expectantly in the tender place between her thighs.
Sex hair. Swollen lips. Chin and cheeks chaffed by beard stubble. Happy nipples. She looked like a well-loved woman. So why did she feel so hollow?
Tell me to stop.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
With her head completely clear for the first time in hours, she staggered from the bathroom. No way did she have wild against-the-door sex with Cam. In the midst of her alcoholic daze, she must have superimposed his face over some other guy’s. She’d done it at least once before—okay, more than once. In fact, more often than she cared to admit, she’d let her imagination wander to him while she was in bed with Preston. But it wasn’t being unfaithful. Sometimes she needed a little extra something to reach orgasm, and the forbidden fruit fantasy was her favorite.
Fantasy being the key word.
Please, not Cam. She’d be okay seeing anybody else in that bed except him. He was the only steady, uncomplicated thing in her life, and if she’d gone and fucked it all up—well, then she was no better than her mother.
Eva stumbled to a halt and wrapped her arms around her middle, gulping down another surge of sickness. In her absence, Cam—it was definitely him—had sprawled in the most awkward position, his arms wrapped around two pillows, one leg bent slightly at the knee, the other extended with his foot hanging off the edge of the mattress, and his body twisted so he was half on his stomach and half on his side.
He was naked.
From the foot of the bed, she had a perfect view of all his assets. Wide shoulders. Tribal tattoo wrapping his right shoulder and bicep. A slim waist and the sexy as hell dip at the small of his back dusted lightly with hair. A tight, muscular ass. Thick thighs.
And…everything else.
Semi-erect, his cock pressed into the mattress. His hips even moved in his sleep as if he dreamed of taking her again.
He had taken her, too. Completely. He’d dominated her and she’d let him. Worse, she enjoyed it. She’d never before allowed her lovers to take absolute control like that. So why had she let Cam?
Holy shit. She’d slept with Cam.