“Fuck.”Beneath her, Cam pressed his hips up even higher, burying himself deeper.
His grip bit into her bottom, and she was suddenly desperate to move, to shatter all the emotions pressuring her.She lifted herself up and then sank down.The feeling nearly put her on overload.She did it again.And again.Cam thrust with her, and they found a rhythm that was hard and fast.Needy and greedy.
Lexie felt her orgasm rising too quickly, overwhelming her and scaring her.She leaned over Cam, and their gazes caught.His hold on her breasts tightened.
“Let it come.”Leveraging himself up from the pillow, he kissed her raunchily.“Let go.”
She rode him almost out of control, pistoning wildly.Still, she climbed.Was there a top?Would these feelings ever release her?
He slid a hand down her belly, low to where they were connected.Using his thumb, he touched her clit.All it took was one flick.One caress and her body jumped.The tethers loosened, and she climaxed in a fierce rush.
He kept pumping, and it wouldn’t stop.It went on and on, rumbling through her until he too let out a shout.His hips bucked upwards and their bodies locked together until, finally, Lexie went over the top.She slumped down on him, her heart beating too fast.He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and she could hear his breaths rasping in and out of his lungs.
The silence came then, and it snuck up on her fast.Outside the two of them, there was nothing.And it loomed.The quietness seemed loud against her ears.Underneath her, his body seemed too hot.Too masculine.Too naked.Everything seemed magnified.Heightened, somehow.Like the way their bodies were still intimately connected.
She didn’t understand until she realized why.The numbness was gone.It had been stripped away, along with her anger and defenses.
The hurt settled in, and she couldn’t hide from it anymore.Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she let the tears come.
“It’s all right.”He swept his hand up to cup the back of her head.“Let it out, baby.It will be all right.”
Chapter Eleven
Lexie was disoriented when she awoke.The room was quiet and dim.Lifting her head from the pillow, she looked around.Nothing appeared familiar from the shape of the room to the furniture or the blinds.The blinds… Looking at them, she remembered the sound of them clicking as they unfurled.Heat bloomed in her cheeks.In that instant, she realized where she was.
And what she’d done.
And with whom.
She sucked a ragged breath into her lungs and sat up quickly, holding the sheet to her chest.The king-sized mattress was plush, but the sheets were pulled askew and the comforter was on the floor.It looked as if somebody had gone wild in the place.
She bit her lip.Somebody had.Her.
Embarrassed, she wondered where Cam was.The master bath was empty, and the door to the bedroom was closed.There was a dent on the pillow next to her, but he’d left her to sleep.After he’d made love to her…and held her while she cried…
She stared hard at that spot on the bed.The man was a constant contradiction.She’d hated him this morning, absolutely loathed him as he’d pushed and provoked her.
But she was beginning to understand why he’d done it.
She rubbed her hands over her face.She felt like she’d been pummeled, but this wasn’t a hangover.Carefully, she traced the line of her breastbone.That was what was still tender, her heart.
She glanced at the bedside clock.For as dim as the blinds made the room, it was only midafternoon.Listening hard, she tried to determine if Cam was still in the penthouse.Hearing nothing, she flipped back the covers and hurried to the bathroom.She knew they’d just made love, but she was self-conscious about her nakedness.She didn’t want him to catch her like this.
Once inside, she took care of her most pressing need.Then she cleaned up and washed her face.The cold water shocked away what was left of her tiredness.She looked in the mirror.Color had returned to her cheeks, but her hair was wild and tussled.
A lot like Roxie’s.
She rubbed her hand over her breastbone again.
Without her brush, she finger-combed her hair into some semblance of order.She needed to get dressed.She needed to put herself back together.
Peeking back into the bedroom, she found it still empty.She picked her way through the clutter on the floor and found her panties.Her search for her dress turned up nothing.
She needed something else she could wear, and she spotted Cam’s shirt on the floor.Still, she hesitated.There was something very personal about wearing his clothes.
And something very sexy.
She picked up the shirt and shook it out.It was crisp and white and male.Hesitantly, she put it on.His clean, musky scent surrounded her, and her thighs clenched hard in response.The scent clung to the fabric and made her feel like she was back in his arms.Distracting herself, she rolled up the sleeves and caught her reflection in the mirror over the dresser.The shirttails hit her mid-thigh, and the vee neckline dipped low between her breasts.
