“Yeah, you’re gonna wait. Know why?”
She shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks. Jaw set, Cam let go of her wrists and turned her so that she faced the wall. His hand traced the curve of her spine, cupped her ass, then left her. She glanced over her shoulder, watching him take himself in hand and guide the flared head to her opening.
His breath hissed out between clenched teeth, and his chest heaved as he pushed inside. “You’re gonna wait because I want to feel your * squeezing me when you come.”
He pumped his hips, slow at first and then faster, harder until she lost all sense of herself. All that mattered was their connection and the growing sense of pressure building in her core. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts with her own, needing him even deeper.
When he reached around and found her clit again, she shattered, screaming his name. Behind her, Cam roared with satisfaction, his body spasming with his own release.
Then, silence. Except for their sawing breaths and the water splattering against the tile floor.
Cam leaned over and pressed a kiss to the base of her neck before dislodging their bodies. She shivered, half from the chill of having been out of the warm water for too long, and half from the sensation of loss as he pulled out. He gathered her into his arms, her back secure against his hard chest, and switched their positions so that the water rained down on her. She shut her eyes, relaxed into him, and allowed him to run the soap over her sensitive breasts and belly. For a short moment, she felt more secure than she ever had in her life. Cared for. Loved, even.
Her eyes snapped open. Hell to the no. That’s not what this was about. She wasn’t looking for love anymore. Growing up, she’d yearned for a perfect life. She’d watched TV and imagined herself in those happy families. Later, in college, she made one up so she never had to tell anyone the truth of her upbringing. But when she thought of her four oldest siblings growing up in loving homes with doting parents, jealousy ate her up inside. She’d wanted that. Still wanted it in her weaker moments.
It was just a pipe dream, though. She wasn’t built for that kind of love, and the one glimmer of hope she’d had died in Key West when she found out Preston had cheated on her. So this thing between her and Cam was not about love. Just friendship and sex, plain and simple.
But did Cam know that? The way he was handling her, like something extremely precious to him, suggested not.
She shrugged out of his arms and faced him, the water beating on her back beginning to run cool. “We need to set some boundaries.”
His brows slammed together. “Uh, don’t ya think we just smashed through all the boundaries?”
“Exactly why we need new ones.”
Cam’s jaw tightened, then he reached around her to shut the water off and opened the shower door. “I have a feeling we should get dressed for this conversation.”
She nodded and followed him from the shower. Wordlessly accepted the towel he offered and tucked it around herself as he went to the linen closet to get another one. His back to her, he dragged his towel through his hair, did a quick run with it down his front and backside, then wound it around his hips and faced her again. The green terrycloth dipped in front to show off the V of muscle at his hips and highlighted his still semi-hard erection. Her eyes traced the length of him—couldn’t help herself. Who would have guessed under his laid-back, jeans and T-shirt style, Cam was an all-around physically impressive male specimen?
She moistened her lips, and lust flared hot in his eyes before he strode toward the door.
“I think I have a pair of your jeans from the last time you crashed here,” he said over his shoulder. “I can give you a T-shirt to wear while your clothes from yesterday wash.”
She bent to retrieve the Redskins jersey she’d worn as a nightshirt and pulled it on over her towel. “It’s fine. I’ll wear this.”
He glanced back, did a double take as the towel pooled around her feet, and made a low rumbling sound deep in his throat. He turned to his dresser, tore through it with a renewed sense of urgency, and tossed a pair of pants at her. She caught them. Her favorite slouchy jeans.
“So that’s where these went. I’ve been looking for them.”
“You spilled coffee on yourself last time you were over and I threw them in the washer. You left without them.”