I swear my heart stops beating, and I can’t breathe.
I drop my head into the crook of her neck and groan. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
She laughs and kisses the top of my head. “No, don’t say that. Watching you lose all control because of me was amazing. And empowering.”
“But I can do better,” I growl. Her words embolden me, and instead of pulling out of her, I slowly move until I start to get hard again. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”
“Keep doing that, and I will.”
I push myself up with one arm and run my fingers down her chest, her stomach, until I find her clit. I rub her gently at first. Then press down until her back arches and she moans out my name.
“Keep saying my name like that, and I could go all night.”
“Adam.” Her voice is heady and breathy and everything I need to make me completely hard again.
I lift her leg and press up on my knees so I can drive deeper into her. Over and over. Fast, then slow. I want her orgasm, and I’m not gonna stop until I get it.
By the time her body squeezes around me, we’re both covered in sweat and gasping for air. “That’s it Cami, come for me.”
“Oh, my God. Yes!” Her entire body tenses as her release rushes through her. I don’t stop. I continue driving into her, dragging out her release until I come with her.
Camille wiggles upnext to me and sighs for the fifth time since we pulled the covers up over us. She’s restless. I don’t knowif it’s because I’m still here or because of what we just shared. She asked me to stay, but I can’t help but worry it’s still too soon.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask.
“No!” Her head shoots up like I threatened to do something a hell of a lot worse than leave. “Why would you say that?”
I cup her cheek and kiss her forehead. “You seem restless, like something is bothering you. Talk to me.”
She leans forward and lightly brushes her lips across mine. “Thank you, Adam. For a beautiful night.”
She drops her cheek to my chest and curls up in such a way that I can’t see her face anymore. Something is wrong. I hope she isn’t pulling away from me—having regrets about what we just did— because I can’t let that happen. Now that I have her, I want more of her.
So. Much. More.
I wrap my arms tight around her to let her know I’m here for her. I won’t do anything to hurt her. She has to know that. I start to say as much, but I stop myself. There’s still so much I don’t know about Camille, but one thing I know with certainty is that she can’t be rushed.
She snuggles into my side and tosses her arm over my chest. Her legs are intertwined with mine. We’re both still naked, and our intimate embrace should be enough to keep me calm. But it isn’t.
Unfortunately, my ex-wife taught me not to trust my feelings and to question a woman’s actions. Irene told me all the right things, and look where that got me. Not that I think Camille is anything like my ex, but I still need to be cautious with my heart.
Camille lets out a deep breath, sending a rush of warm air across my chest. “Alex was seventeen—a senior in high school—when he died.”
I freeze. This is the last thing I expected to be on her mind. Here I am, worried about rejection, and she’s thinking about herdeceased son. I rub my hand down her back to let her know I’m listening, but remain silent.
“He was the star quarterback of his high school football team. He was smart, funny, and kind. We were so proud when he was recruited by several colleges to play ball. Mark was even prouder when Alex accepted a full ride to play football for his alma mater, University of Georgia. He had such a bright future. It was all taken away in a flash, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
She sniffles and her tears puddle between the hair on my chest. “It was my worst nightmare. I spent his childhood worrying about every single decision I made. Worrying that I wasn’t making him eat right. Letting him watch too much TV. Did I tell him I loved him enough? Did I teach him how to be a good person? But in the end, none of that worrying mattered. One careless driver, and everything I did to keep him safe and healthy was meaningless. He was gone.”
She buries her face against my chest, and I hold her tight. There are no words for me to use to comfort her. I will never understand her loss. Losing a child has to be one of life’s cruelest nightmares. Since there’s nothing to say, I hold her and stroke her hair until she calms down.
She’s silent for a few minutes. No more tears or sobs. “I miss him, and I’m afraid I’m going to forget him.”
I roll her over so I’m hovering over top of her. I place my hand over her heart. “You’ll never forget him. He’s right here, and he’s not going anywhere.”
I gently kiss her lips and drop my forehead to hers. “Your heart is so full, Cami. I just hope there’s a little room left in there for me.”
She cups her hands on my face and pulls my mouth to hers. “I’m trying.” She kisses me. Slow and deep. There’s so much passion in this woman. I hope like hell she really is trying, and we can make something of this connection we share.
