The first time we made love. One of what I hope will be many firsts.
Her hips swivel, testing the feel.
I grip her hips and let her explore my body. Hers. Where we’re locked together. Then she starts to move, and I help her find a rhythm.
Sliding in and out of her body is heaven on earth. I will never get enough. But it’s her love that makes this moment what it is. A promise between us.
When her breathing changes, I brush my thumb over her clit. Round and round, taking her higher. I feel the exact moment her body shifts.
Camille shivers, her head tips back, and the orgasm rolls over her in a glorious wave. Her walls clench down on me, gripping me so tight I see stars.
I come harder than I’ve ever come before. The world fades until it’s only Camille and me. Our breath mingling as we fight for air. I tug her down for a deep kiss, showing her how much I love her.
She’s all I want. All I need.
Earlier, Gray grumbled about breach of protocol and going rogue but didn’t fire my ass. He may be waiting until I’m healed.
Somehow, I don’t think so. Too many other operatives have fallen in love of late. But if I have to leave Lone Star, I will.
Whatever happens next, I’m home, so long as Camille is with me.
