Once she stood, he retrieved the water pitcher and poured clean water over her hair. Finally, he leaned over the tub and did the same to his. Satisfied both were rinsed, he retrieved a towel and helped her from the tub.
Wrapped in the large cloth, Camille leaned against him and pulled it around them both. "I still cannot believe this is real."
"It is very real, Camille." Lucas lifted her and carried her to the bed and pulled the cloth from her luscious body. Her gaze followed him as he neared and she licked her lips. Entranced.
Camille could not think clearly. Without touching her, Lucas consumed her, filled her mind, body and soul to the point it was impossible to form a cohesive thought at the moment.
His manhood was engorged, thick and jutting out from between his legs. An impressive display of how much he wanted her at the moment. She could only lay on the bed, unable to move as her entire body quivered in expectation of taking him in.
The bed dipped from his weight and he hovered over her. She grabbed at his shoulders to urge him closer. That his hard, muscular body would cover her in a moment brought a moan. It was almost impossible to keep from making a fool of herself by drawing him to enter her right away. "I can't wait, Lucas. Don't make me wait."
His nod was brisk, almost as if relieved and he took his length in hand and guided it to her core.
Camille slid her legs wider and he prodded at her entrance, the bulbous head stretching her, making way for his sex. She let out a breath and looked up to find his gaze locked on her face. His darkened blue eyes were so intense her breath left. Her mouth fell open with the words left unspoken as he thrust into her with so much force she cried out. "Oh!"
Her fingers dug into his back as he dove into her over and over again, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back inside in fluid motions.
Unable to keep from it, she wrapped her legs around his hips to take him even deeper. Lucas pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his mouth kissing and nipping at her throat as he continued moving, thrust after thrust, until Camille lost all sense of control.
She'd climbed so high that it was uncertain how long the fall would be. When he took her bottom in hand and lifted her to pound into her, she let go and fell, her cries silenced by his mouth over hers. Darkness was broken by sparkling stars as she floated. He moved just twice more before his body began to shake as he, too, found release.
It wasn't clear how much later, but she woke to the soft sounds of Lucas’ deep breathing. Entangled around each other, they'd fallen into an exhausted sleep. She reached for the blankets and pulled them up over both of them and then, unable to resist, once again fell asleep.
At the sound of his own moan, Lucas blinked and woke to see morning had come. And what a perfect way to wake; he was fully erect, not only that but a soft hand stroked his length. The vixen kissed his throat, her hot mouth sending trails of want through his body.
He pulled Camille over him and was pleasantly surprised when she guided him to her already heated sex. Holding her hips, he took the woman until both climaxed.
The innkeeper kept stealing glances at them. Camille wasn't sure what to think. There was no doubt the woman had overheard their lovemaking. A part of her was mortified, yet at the same time, she loved Lucas so much it didn't matter to Camille who knew they'd made love not just the night before, but once again upon waking.
"The food is delicious. Thank you so much," Camille said, eating the last bites of the flavorful bread.
"May we purchase some food for our travel today?" Lucas asked and the woman preened.
"Of course." Her gaze met Camille's. "Thank you for the compliments. It’s not often people come through here lately and even less often that I get to watch someone enjoy my cooking so much.” The woman went to the stove. "I'll pack you up a good meal. Just give me a few moments."
Camille had braided her hair and changed into a dress she'd purchased from the woman. Although a bit big on her, it was not as uncomfortable as wearing the men's clothing. Her change in outfit seemed to make the woman more comfortable.
They mounted their horses later that morning and headed northeast toward Silver City. Camille could barely tear her eyes away from Lucas. He was devastatingly handsome and could never be hers.
Each time she considered living once again in Silver City, seeing him every day, she could not stop from worrying about how he'd take the news she was related to Burns by marriage.
Camille cleared her throat. "We need to talk." She slid a look at Lucas who gave her a questioning one in return.
"When a woman says that, it usually means something serious. I'm listening."
Her timing was wrong, or perhaps perfect, either way, they had an entire day and part of a night to converse. She let out a breath. "I was married to Bill Burns' son, Timothy Burns."
Lucas kept his gaze forward. "Go on."