“Yes.” The word squeaked out like he was still a hormonal teen, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. She was gorgeous and smart and funny and if he didn’t touch her soon he might implode. But he had to be sure. Sure that she wanted him for who he was, not out of some misplaced sense of gratitude for helping her escape earlier. “Why me?”
Her other hand cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing over his lips as she pressed tighter against him, moaning low as his hard cock pressed insistently against her soft belly. “Because you’re the most intelligent, decent, kind man I’ve ever met and I can’t stop thinking about how you taste and feel when you’re holding me close. Because I don’t deserve a guy like you, but that doesn’t make me want you for my own any less. Because if you don’t kiss me again soon, I think I might die.”
Yep. That was all it took. Cam captured her lips with his, his tongue stroking hers, learning her flavor all over again—sweet sugar and spicy heat. She tightened her grasp around his neck and he lifted her into his arms, walking her down the hall and into his bedroom where he deposited her in the center of the mattress before following her down.
Their clothes disappeared in a flurry of tugs and chuckles, leaving them both naked, skin to skin, and Cam reveled in the feeling. Everly was beautiful, every single inch of her. He started at her lips and continued downward, loving the way she arched hard beneath him when he nibbled on a certain spot behind her ear. He traced the delicate column of her throat with lips and tongue, stopping to pay homage to her collarbone before moving lower to her breasts. Berry pink nipples strained for his kisses. Cam chuckled and lowered his head, suckling first one then the other, savoring the scrape of her nails against his scalp as he nuzzled. Her soft cries and appreciative moans were all the encouragement he needed.
Leaving her gorgeous breasts was hard, but knowing the treasure that awaited him made it a bit easier. His cock throbbed with need, pre-cum leaking from his tip already, but he refused to rush. He’d waited years for this moment and he wasn’t about to hurry. He teased his tongue around her belly button, then dipped lower, gently spreading her thighs wider to reveal the glistening folds between them.
“So lovely,” Cam said, dipping his head to trace his tongue over her slick flesh. “So, so lovely.”
Cam, I-I—” Everly whispered, meeting his gaze down the length of her body. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, settling himself between her thighs with a devilish grin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.” Cam continued to make love to her with his lips and tongue, inserting first one then two fingers inside her, preparing her for him. Everly writhed, bucking, moaning, clutching his hair, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach, pressing tighter and tighter against him until her breath caught and she climaxed hard. Cam continued to gently stroke her folds and inner thighs until he kissed a path up her body again.
Everly stretched beneath him, beautifully sated and smiling, kissing him deeply before pushing him over onto his back and straddling his hips. “My turn.”
Cam wasn’t sure he could take her exploring his body, but he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, focusing on anything but the amazing feelings she stirred in him—need, affection, pulsing desire, intense…like?
His eyes snapped open, his concentration shot. Her long hair brushed his lower stomach as her lips skimmed his abdomen before heading south. Oh God. What he felt for Everly went way beyond like, but he wasn’t prepared to identify exactly what his emotions were at that point, not when she’d taken his cock in hand and was working him so good, just the way he liked, and then…
“Fuck,” he groaned low, his head falling back against the pillows and his eyes closing as her lips sucked the sensitive head, her tongue teasing the underside. It was his earlier fantasy come to life, it was everything, his entire universe. Gently, he threaded his fingers through her silky hair, wanting the pleasure never to end but afraid if he didn’t stop it this would all be over too soon. And he wanted this night to last.
Finally, he managed to pull Everly away and she stared up at him with wide, dark eyes. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes.” He pulled her down beside him once more. “I love it. But if you keep that up, I won’t last.”
Cam kissed her deeply as he reached behind him to fumble in the nightstand drawer for a condom. He ripped the tiny foil packet open with his teeth and put it on, then rose above her once more, positioning himself at her wet entrance. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been ready since the first time I saw you, baby.” She locked her ankles behind his back in confirmation. Cam tried not to think too hard about that statement as he slowly pushed inside her, marveling at the tight, wet heat of her surrounding him. He was no blushing virgin, but he’d swear it had never been this good before. Everly seemed to have the same opinion because she squeezed him closer and grinned. “You feel amazing.”
“Ditto, sweetheart.” He bent to give her an open-mouthed kiss and began long, slow thrusts that soon had them both moving harder and faster, chasing oblivion. At last, Everly’s fingers tightened against his scalp and she arched hard. Cam bent to whisper near her ear, “Are you close?”
“Yes,” she moaned, biting her lip. “So close.”
He reached between them to stroke her swollen clit and soon, she gasped, falling over the edge into another hard orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Cam drove into her faster, faster, until his muscles locked and reality shattered and he came hard inside her.
When it was all over, Cam laid down beside Everly on the bed a
nd drew her close into his side, feeling sleepy and content and happier than he could remember being in a long, long time. She stroked his chest over his heart and eventually her breath evened out into the patterns of sleep. Cam switched off the light on the night stand and soon joined her in slumber.
12
The next morning, Everly cracked open one eye to see where the murmured voice was coming from. She glanced around the unfamiliar room and took a moment to remember where she was. Cam’s place. Cam’s bedroom. Cam’s bed.
A tingle of wanton giddiness shuddered through her as she recalled their passionate lovemaking the night before. She couldn’t suppress her naughty grin. It was always the geeky ones who surprised you.
The voice, it turned out, belonged to Cam, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to someone on his cell phone. She only got one side of the conversation, but from what she gathered, he was talking to his team at the security place about the Aeon.
“No, I don’t like,” Cam said, growling low. He ran a hand through his short hair. “I won’t have her used as bait. Let me do it. I can run both. I’ll talk Hunter through what needs to be done. He can handle it. No, I’m not trying to do everything.” He glanced back at her over his shoulder, then said, “Yes, I know that, Loki. I need to go.”
With a sigh, he ended the call then tossed the device back on the nightstand before scrubbing a hand over his scruffy face. “Morning, sweetheart.”
Everly pushed herself up to sit back against the pillows, clutching the sheet to her chest as she leaned in to kiss his back. “Good morning, baby. Trouble already?”