“Okay,” I said, whispering. “I will.”
“Good,” he said. “Now lean back.”
My head fell back to his shoulder as my arm snaked around his head. I threaded my hands through his hair as his lips found mine, and he locked us together. His tongue danced along the inside of my cheeks as his fingers circled slowly, making my legs jump with each swirl he took. I moaned into his lips. I felt heat already trickling down my skin. His cock jumped against my back, and I pushed against it, feeling him roll against me again.
“Cameron,” I whispered. “Keep going.”
His teeth nibbled at my neck as his fingers pressed deeper into me, but I wanted more. So much more. I rubbed my ass against his cock and felt it pulse against my skin. Then, I lifted my hips and wiggled back into his lap. His hands gripped my hips as he guided my pussy to the tip of his cock.
Then, he sank me down slowly, filling me effortlessly before his hand found that beautiful spot again.
I rocked back into him, and bubbles sloshed over the edge. I gripped his hair. My free hand curled into his thigh. I panted and moaned, feeling the way he pressed against my walls. His fingers pinched my clit, flicked it and circled it and teased it until I couldn’t take it any longer. My heels dug into the bottom of the tub, and I rose up, bouncing as hard in his lap as I could.
“Heather. Fu
ck, that pussy of yours. You have no idea what you do to me.”
His words were hot against my skin. His lips coated me in kisses as my toes began to curl. His fingers moved faster, triggering an endless ripple that pulled his cock deeper into my body. My legs pulled taut and my back arched, pressing my hips deeper into his. One hand left my hips and rushed to my tits, cupping them and tugging at my nipples. I spiraled out of control, losing all rational thought as my climax ripped through my body.
My jaw opened, but nothing came out. My entire body trembled, but no sounds were made. My pussy fluttered around his cock, milking him for a feeling he wasn’t ready to give up yet.
I collapsed back down into him, his arms catching me before his hips began to roll.
I laid there, limp against his chiseled form as he snapped his hips against me. His arms held me close as my face turned to kiss his neck. I nuzzled his jawline as my hands slid up and down his thighs. I spread my legs for him. Offered myself up to him. My heart soared with every stroke. His hand came up and wrapped around my neck, his fingertips landing on my jawline to turn my face to meet his.
Then he captured my lips in the sweetest kiss before his hips stilled against mine.
He throbbed against me, filled me to the brim, and groaned into my lips as his orgasm filled my body. Cum dripped from between my legs, and his hands slid down my wet skin. He cupped my stomach yet again, my hands falling on his, cradling him while he cradled me. While he cradled our child.
“Cameron?”
“Yes?”
I turned my eyes up to meet his as exhaustion overtook my body. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him I wanted to stay to raise this child with him. I wanted to admit to him that I didn’t want to leave him and that leaving his side the other day had only made me miss him and crave the protection I felt when I was in his arms. But I worried he wouldn't feel the same way. I worried that all this fear and confusion looming over us was somehow manipulating the lens we were both looking through.
The idea of him telling me he cared for me without meaning it made me sick to my stomach.
“I’m a little tired,” I said.
A grin slid across his lips before he pulled his cock from between my legs.
“Then, let’s get you laid down,” he said.
He lifted me from the tub effortlessly as the water dripped from my body. He stepped us out, carried me to the bed, and then sat me on the edge. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders, and I pulled it close, reveling in the softness of it before I lay down in bed. Sliding in next to me and wrapping me up in him, he blanketed me with the sense of protection he promised.
And then, a realization came crashing down onto my conscious mind before I fell asleep. I was falling in love with Cameron.
What I didn’t know was if he could love me back. Was his care and tenderness toward me all stemming from his desire for another child, a brother or sister for Audrey, or out of some protective response because of the danger we were in? There really was no way to know until the threat hanging over us had passed and our child was born.
Without knowing for sure, admitting my feelings would be a gamble, and it was one risk I wasn’t quite ready to take.
CHAPTER 31
CAMERON
“You ready to go?” I asked.
“Are you sure Audrey shouldn't come with us?” Heather asked.