“So fucking good,” I ground out. “Perfect. You’re so perfect wrapped around me like this.”
Color flooded her chest and neck. I shifted the angle slightly, hitting deeper, and she gasped, her eyes drifting shut.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see you. All of you.”
She met my gaze again, and the openness there, the complete trust, nearly broke me.
“Look at you,” I said. “Taking it so deep. You’re beautiful.”
“Cam, I—” Her breath caught. “I can’t?—”
“You can.” I thrust harder, chasing that release for both of us. “Come for me, Em. Let me feel it.”
Her whole body went tight, clenching around me, and she cried out my name like I was the only thing anchoring her to the earth.
I was done.
The sight of her unravelling, the sound of her, the way she squeezed around me, sent me reeling. Burying my face in her neck, I let go. I saw stars behind my eyelids as I emptied into the condom, her name tumbling from my lips like a prayer.
When my brain finally started working again, I was still holding her wrists, still inside her. I let go and brought her hands down, kissing each palm before carefully pulling out.
“Stay put,” I managed.
I went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and came back to bed, pulling her against me. She folded into me without hesitation, like she’d been doing it for years.
EMILY
Iwoke up to warmth everywhere. My head was pillowed on Cam’s chest, my body curled into his side, and his hand... well, his hand was firmly planted on my ass like he’d claimed it in his sleep.
I’d never had this before. Never woken up tangled in someone like we’d grown together overnight. It was an easy intimacy, every inch of bare skin pressed together like we couldn’t get close enough to satisfy the craving.
Christ, it was addictive.
I lifted my head just enough to get a look at him. His face was soft in sleep, that permanent furrow between his brows finally smoothed out. He looked younger like this. Peaceful.
My fingers drifted across his chest, tracing idle patterns over the defined muscles there. Last night played through my mind in flashes. His hands wrapped around my wrists. The sandpaper scrape of his stubble against my skin. His weight pressing me into the mattress. His cock… oh god, his cock.
Heat pooled low in my belly.
I let my hand drift lower, skimming over his abs, following the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the sheet.His breathing changed, deepening, and the arm around me tightened.
I pushed myself up on one elbow, leaning over him. His eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and locked on mine.
“Morning,” he rasped.
I didn’t answer. Just leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep. His free hand came up to cup the back of my head, holding me there like he wasn’t ready to let me go.
When I pulled back, his gaze had sharpened, heat replacing the sleepiness.
“Good morning,” I murmured against his mouth.
Then I started kissing my way down. His jaw, scratchy with stubble. The side of his neck where I could feel his pulse jump. I took my time, trailing my lips over his chest, letting my tongue flick over one flat nipple just to hear the sharp intake of breath it earned me.
His abs flexed under my mouth as I moved lower. The sheet was in my way, so I pushed it down without ceremony, revealing all of him. He was already rock hard.
I glanced up. His jaw was tight, eyes dark and locked on me like I was the only thing in existence.
I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the weight and heat of him in my palm, then leaned down, wrapping my lips around him.
