She’d called his name as she came. And he imagined her doing it again as he pounded mercilessly into her, punishing her for making him so crazy.
His cock strained out from his body, looking for something it wasn’t going to get any time soon. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking it none too gently, punishing himself for wanting something he shouldn’t. But, yeah, his heart wasn’t in it. Besides, there was something sleazy about whacking off in the shower when the object of his desire sat in the other room. Disgusted, he reached for the bar of soup—
And the bathroom door opened.
Holy shit. He almost didn’t dare look and turned slowly, afraid he might spook her. Through the steaming glass of the shower door, he watched her strip off her shirt and drop it beside his pants. Next, she reached around to unclasp her bra and that hit the floor, too, her nipples pebbling in the humid air. He swallowed a groan as she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed them down. She wasn’t wearing panties.
She pulled open the shower door, but hesitated and lifted her gaze to his.
This was it, the part where she’d start worrying and second guessing. He saw the indecision in her eyes and braced himself for the sting of yet another rejection. If she ran this time, he would not chase her. If she ran… Well, that would probably be the death of everything good between them.
“I want you, too,” she said and stepped into the shower, closing the door firmly behind her.
Chapter Fourteen
“Stop,” Cam said, and her stomach dropped like on the first hill of a roller coaster. Had she waited too long? Had he rethought his ultimatum during the five minutes she’d paced the living room, warring between desire and her common sense?
Heat that had nothing to do with the water pouring from the showerhead reddened her face and neck. Dammit, she wished she was better at controlling that fucking blush. It always gave away feelings she’d rather keep to herself.
“Do you want me to go?” She was already reaching for the door, but his hand shot out and caught her wrist.
“Eva, don’t.”
She stared up at him, confused by the touch of desperation in his words.
“If you run…” He couldn’t seem to finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to. She saw it in his eyes. If she left now, they were done. Completely done. No more superhero movie marathons or Sunday football games or karaoke nights. No more drinking games or crazy bets. No more Cam.
Her chest constricted. “I don’t want to run, but you told me to leave.”
“I told you to stop,” he said, voice rough. He let go of her wrist and dropped to his knees in front of her. The water beat down on his head, streamed over his face, but he didn’t seem to care. “As in, stop moving. You can’t touch me yet. I’m too wound up and I want to see you.” His breath fanned her stomach moments before his lips teased the skin there and his tongue flicked out to play around her bellybutton. He slid lower, nipping her hip with his teeth as one hand parted her legs, strong male fingers brushing lightly back and forth over her entrance. She gasped and arched toward him, clutching the towel bar on the wall behind her for support.
Cam kissed his way up her bowed body until his mouth found hers. “You’re already wet for me,” he whispered against her lips. His fingers parted her and drew circles around her clit. She trembled and his other hand circled her waist, steadying her.
“Do you want to come now?” He gave the sensitive nub a tweak that sent lightning bolts of pleasure zig-zagging across her vision.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The sounds coming from her throat were like nothing she’d ever heard from herself before, and she didn’t give a damn. She rocked into his hand, wanting more of those talented fingers, but he drew away, chuckling into her mouth before sealing his lips to hers in a flaming hot kiss.
“Or maybe I’ll draw it out,” he said and tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. “Make you wait. Beg for it.”
“Don’t you dare,” she gasped. “I’ll hurt you.”
He laughed. “How? I seemed to have you pinned.”
And he did, her back plastered to the tile wall with one of his hands holding both of her wrists captive over her head, her thighs parted by his hips. How did that happen? But she didn’t get a chance to freak out over how fast she’d lost control of the situation, because his mouth found hers again, his fingers hit all the right spots between her thighs, and pleasure blinded her to everything else but the man in front of her.
His lips traced a hot path along her jaw to her ear. “You’re gonna wait,” he told her even as he caressed her clit again. Overloaded with sensation, her leg muscles gave out. She would have collapsed if not for him holding her up.