“Soon,” he said.
He kissed the back of her thighs and glided his tongue over the wetness of her sex, kissed her back and her neck. “I’ll love you until the end of time, Rose. I promise you.”
“Love me now, Cam!”
He thrust inside her from behind. Rose bucked under him, trying to meet him with her hips, as he maneuvered one hand beneath her and rubbed her sensitive peak. Rose exploded quickly, sobbing his name and writhing against his nimble fingers. Cameron followed, pulsating within her as he climaxed.
He rolled over onto his side. “I’m sorry, sweet. I wish I could have lasted longer. I just wanted you so badly.”
“It’s all right,” Rose said. “I don’t mind. It felt wonderful, Cam.”
He leaned toward her and kissed her lips. “I’m glad.” He tangled his fingers in her long tresses. “Next time I’ll make it better for you.”
“It will always be wonderful with you. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Forever.”
* * * *
Rose awoke when the soft rays of dawn peeked through her window. Cameron rested next to her, his arm strewn across her body, his breathing slow and steady. She leaned over and kissed his nose, and then gently moved his arm so she could rise. She wrapped an extra sheet around her and strode to her window, gazing out upon the bright new day. Smiling, she hummed softly to herself.
“Sweetheart?” Cam’s voice was husky.
Rose turned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I knew as soon as you left the bed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again without you beside me.”
Her lips curled. “You won’t have to.” She walked back to the bed and sat down. A tingle of excitement pulsed through her as he reached out and stroked her bare arm. His hair was tousled and sexy, his night beard a shadow on his strong jaw.
“You were humming your song,” he said.
“My song?”
“The song I wrote for you.”
“Was I?”
“Yes. It came to me in a dream. I dreamed of you one night. Well, actually, I dreamed of you every night.”
She smiled and tousled his hair.
“But one night, I dreamed that you were a flower, floating across the breeze. The song came to me, so I got up in the middle of the night and wrote it all down. It was the easiest composing I’ve ever done. But it became the hardest. I had to give it to Xavier for him to give it to you.”
“When he gave it to me, I knew you had written it.”
“How?”
“I saw some of your drafts at the pianoforte the day I visited Kat. But I would have known it was yours anyway. I know you. You’re in my heart. In my soul.”
He closed his eyes and pressed her hand to his heart. “As you are in mine. Everything I’ve ever written has been for you. It will always be. You’re my muse, Rose. My inspiration. You’re everything. Everything.”
Rose let the sheet fall from her bosom and then climbed in bed next to Cameron. Slowly she slid her tongue over his throat and down to his chest, flicking his hard nipples and then sucking them into her mouth. She drifted downward to his stomach, pushing her tongue into his navel, smiling as his breathing quickened.
“What are you doing?” he asked, grinning.
“I’m running my tongue over all your imperfections,” she said. When she reached his erection and began nibbling, she giggled.
“Sweet,” he said teasingly, “don’t ever laugh when you’re pleasuring that part of a man’s body. It’s likely to lead to a feeling of inferiority.”