“Fine, fine. We can do that. Let me do yours first,” I offer. I get up on my knees and balance myself as I make my way toward Easton.
“Tell me about yourself, where you’re from. I feel like you know so much about me already, yet I know nothing except your name.” I rub my hands together with the suntan lotion before applying it to his back. When my hands come into contact with his sun-kissed skin, it blazes a path through my own body.
“I’m thirty-two. Did a few tours in Afghanistan as an Army Medic before coming home three years ago.” He stops talking, and I think it’s because he doesn’t want to talk about his past, but nope. Not at all. His head drops back, and he lets out a guttural moan. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until now. I’m basically massaging his back; I felt the knots in his shoulders and went to work on them.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to basically feel you up,” I mumble out.
“Cam, if that’s how you feel me up, please, for the love of God, keep doing it.” I get back to work on smoothing out the suntan lotion on his back, making sure it’s completely rubbed in.
“I think that’s it,” I tell him as I sit back down on my towel.
“My turn,” Easton says, and he does what I least expect. He comes and sits behind me; I move my hair to the side of my shoulder, so he won’t get lotion in it. Easton’s hands are so different from mine. His are hard and calloused, and they make goosebumps appear on my skin when he starts to rub the lotion into my skin.
“What else have you been doing since you’ve been back in America?” I question, trying to keep things going. The hard part is all I feel is the sexual chemistry between us.
“I worked with a buddy for the past few years doing security. I was tired of the harsh winters and long hours and decided to branch out. That’s why I’m here.” This time, it’s me taking in a sharp breath of air as his hands move to the sides, where my arms are lifted up by my knees. He grazes the sides of my breasts.
“Easton,” I moan.
“Fuck, Cam. The way you say my name.”
“I know. I feel it between us, but Easton, I can’t jeopardize my job, and what if this is fleeting?” I question.
“You’re right, though I doubt this is fleeting. I’ll back off some, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find a way to see more of you,” he grunts out.
We manage to calm our raging hormones, even though I know, on my part, it’s hard to fight the attraction between us.
Chapter Five
Easton
The highlight of my stay so far has been seeing Cam. Any time I can find a way to see her, I’m going to. That’s why, this morning, I did the craziest thing ever. I made a phone call I told myself I wouldn’t. I called housekeeping, and imagine my surprise when Cam didn’t answer. I somehow thought she’d be the one to pick up the phone. I knew from our conversation yesterday she was working today.
Some woman named Mary answered, and when she asked how she could help in a saccharine sweet voice, I wanted to hang up, but that would have defeated the purpose. Instead, I asked if Cam could bring more towels. She offered someone else, and I had to be firm when I told her no one else but Cam is allowed in my room unless I say otherwise. She got haughty about it. So, I did the only other thing I knew to do. I called her bluff and let her know that I could move out of the penthouse to another hotel today, call her boss, or she could do as I suggested and only allow Cam up here when she’s on shift to clean my room and so forth.
“Housekeeping.”
I hear Cam’s voice as the elevator opens up to my floor. Fuck but I love hearing her voice. “Out here,” I tell her. I have the sliding glass door open, and I’m out on the balcony. I’m playing dirty, but I saw the way her body blushed when I wasn’t wearing a shirt yesterday. So, I did something before I knew she’d be up. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. My body is yearning for Cameron anyway I can have her.
“There you are. I hear you requested me?” She stops in her tracks when she sees all I’m wearing is a loose pair of gym shorts.
“You could say that.” I take Cam in, wanting so badly to have a reason to touch her, but I can’t. At least not yet.
“You created quite the fuss. Not only is Mary pissed, but she now thinks we’re trading sexual favors or some such garbage.” She rolls her eyes as she says that.