Our conversation gets cut off with the sheriff joining us. He tells Cam what he’s found, which is a whole lot of nothing. He’ll have his crew come out to dust for fingerprints, and she’s not allowed in yet. Thank God, he said that. I’m sure that would have been another argument on our hands. He ends with, “I’ll call you if we find anything in the next forty-eight hours.”
That was two hours ago. I followed Cam to the store, not letting her out of my sight while she grabbed a few things to hold her over until we can see if anything is salvageable in her house. She didn’t mess around, though that could be because she was mentally and emotionally drained or that I was with her. Now, the two of us are on the balcony, and she’s cuddled into my side with a blanket across our laps, and she’s quiet. Too fucking quiet if you ask me, so I ask the obvious, “Are you okay?”
“No, but I will be. Thank you for bringing me back with you. I know I was reluctant at first. I’m stubborn, and I’m not used to having someone to lean on,” she admits.
“Baby, you have to know by now. I’ll be here for you every step of the way. You and me, we’re a team. I’ll be your shelter through the storm, and that’s what this is. A storm we’ll get through together.”
“God, I could fall in love with you so easily, Easton Reid.” Her lips graze the underside of my chin, something I know she loves to do. Even when she isn’t aware, she’s doing it.
“I guess it’s a good thing I am falling in love with you then,” I tell her, moving my lips to hers. I tease her until she’s writhing against me, and this time I know I’m going to make her mine. With that thought in mind, I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as we head to the bedroom. Her lips don’t stop moving, grazing from my lips to the hollow of my throat. This woman owns every piece of my body and soul.
Chapter Twelve
Cameron
When Easton brings me into the bedroom, I slowly slide down his body. I know this is the night I’m giving Easton a special part of myself. Nothing could keep me from doing this, though. I want Easton. For the first time in my life, I’m going to be greedy and do something I want and need.
“Easton,” I moan. His lips leave mine as he licks a path down the column of my throat, leaving me breathless.
My hands fumble with his shirt buttons, trying to undo them, wanting to feel his warm skin against my own. He feels my hands trembling and takes a step back. I watch as he discards his shirt before moving down to his pants. When he reaches his boxers, I see how much he needs me. They show everything, literally every single inch.
I’m feeling brave, so I walk closer to Easton. My hands go to his chest, and I revel in the sensation of his skin against the palms of my hands and the way his nipples pebble. At his sharp intake of breath, I skate a path down until I reach the waistband of his boxers. Right when I’m at my intended destination, Easton holds my hands.
“Not yet, baby. First things first. I want to slowly undress you. Then, I’m going to taste every sweet inch of you until I’ve had my fill.” His hands go to the bottom of the t-shirt I’m wearing, and I lift my arms as he pulls it off. I’m aching with need. Ever since that moment in his truck, I’ve been like this, wanting Easton. When his voice is raspy or his eyes smolder when he looks at me, it fills me with want. He helps me slide out of my pants; I’m cursing the fact that today I had to wear my scrubs because of clinicals. Though it could be worse, and I could be wearing skinny jeans; that would be a whole lot of shimmying and shaking going on to get them off, and nothing says sexy like your lady bits jiggling and a breast popping out of your bra. So, I guess it all worked out in the end.
I laugh when it’s said and done. Easton, though, is steady as a rock. I’m standing before him in my white cotton bra and underwear, the least sexy of anything I own, never anticipating today was the day I’d give myself to Easton.
“Cam, baby, you’re so beautiful you take my breath away, stealing it right from my lungs, but God, when you give it back, it’s like my whole soul is full for you,” he groans.
I take the next step and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet, then I step out of my panties. I’m completely exposed to Easton. This spurs him into action. He yanks his briefs down, and we take in each other’s body. “I’m not sure how that’s going to fit.”