“How about a bath?”
“That actually sounds perfect right now.”
I stand from my cleared plate and kiss the top of her head. “I’ll get it started.” I leave her to do what she needs to do as I make my way into the bathroom. Her suite has a separate shower and a Jacuzzi tub. I wish I had some candles or bubbles or something to make this a little more romantic, but it is what it is. I could probably call down to the front desk, but I don’t want people in our business. What I do with my girl behind closed doors is between us. No way do I want the paparazzi getting ahold of anything private between us. They got our first kiss, and the vultures are still playing those clips. They’d have a field day with me requesting bubble bath and candles for my girl in her hotel suite while on the road.
No thanks.
When the tub is about half full, I stand from the edge to let Paisley know it’s ready for her, except I freeze when I look up to find her standing naked in the doorway of the bathroom. “Paisley.” I breathe her name.
“Is it ready?” she asks softly.
I swallow hard. My eyes rake over her naked body, and fuck me, she’s gorgeous. “Y-Yes,” I say, my eyes coming back to hers.
She takes a hesitant step toward me. Then another and another, until she’s in front of me. All I would have to do is lift my hand, and I could feel the weight of her breasts in my palm. Or bend my head and capture one of her hard, pretty pink nipples in my mouth. I could slide my hand between her legs and see if she’s wet for me.
“Thank you, Cam.” She places her palms against my chest and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. It’s a chaste kiss as far as kisses go, but my lips burn from the contact.
She drags her hands across my chest as she walks past me. She grips my bicep as she steps into the tub. All too soon, she’s releasing her hold to sink down into the steaming hot water. My eyes follow her as her breasts bob just above the water, the tub still not yet full. My cock aches to be inside her. I shift my position, and with my hand in my sweats, I adjust to a less painful position.
“You okay there, slugger?” she asks coyly.
“You’re torturing me, Paisley.”
“Who me?” She cups water in her hands and lets it fall over her tits.
“Yes. You,” I growl.
“A bath was your idea,” she reminds me.
“I’m aware of the error in my ways.”
“You know. You could climb in here with me. This tub is big enough for both of us.”
“Are you trying to test my restraint?”
“Yes.” She smiles sweetly. “Please, Cam, will you get in with me?”
I have no willpower—none when it comes to her. I stare down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The woman who is quickly becoming everything to me. She’s begging me to soak in the tub with her. My muscles ache, almost as bad as my cock. Can I do this? Can I soak with her and not make love to her? My cock twitches at the thought of holding her naked body against mine, and my decision is made. I’m a disciplined man. I have to be for my job. I can do this. I can hold her naked body against mine and control my cock. Decision made, I begin to undress.
Chapter 13
Paisley
A seductress I am not. However, with Cameron, I’m different. The way he looks at me, and the confidence he has in us, it’s liberating. I’ve been sleeping in his arms for weeks, and he’s been the perfect gentleman. That’s great, he’s a good man, and he’s proven this to me.
I have needs, though, and only Cameron can handle those needs for me. I’ve been waiting for him to make a move, and nada. I don’t know why, but tonight I hit my boiling point and decided to be the one to make a move. So far, my efforts are fruitless, but it’s nice to see how I affect him. His breathing is labored, and his cock, let’s just say he sees me.
When he reaches for the neck of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor, a thrill races through me. Finally, I got him to cave. I don’t take my eyes off him as he slides his sweats down his thighs, kicking them to the side.
“You’re almost there,” I say, nodding to his boxer briefs. I lick my lips in anticipation of him stripping out of them. I’ve seen him just like this every night for weeks. I know what he’s hiding beneath the thin layer of cotton, but that’s not the same as seeing it with my own eyes. Speaking of eyes, mine are lasered in on his crotch.
“Paisley.” His voice is gruff.
“Cameron,” I mock, my eyes never leaving his package.
“Eyes up here, beautiful.”
With great reluctance, I pull my gaze to his eyes. They’re full of fire and want. All for me. “You’re teasing me.”