“I’ve got you,” I whisper. I begin to work him with my fingers, the massage oil easing the way.
“Fuck. Feels so good,” he grunts out. His movements become more frantic, especially when I graze the spot inside him that makes him see stars. He moans, the sound loud in the dim room, then the groans turn to pleas. “God, yes. Now, Cam. Please.”
It’s taken every ounce of my restraint to get us this far, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Roll over, babe.”
He moves like lightning and looks up at me as I settle between his legs.
I align myself and search his face. His eyes are dark, pupils blown. His nostrils flare and he licks his lip. I can’t resist a kiss before pushing ever so slowly. He tenses and groans, then flexes his hips, drawing me deeper.Fuck.
His body tenses around my cock, and I’m encased in his tight heat. My eyes squeeze shut as I try not to lose it then and there. It’s only once I’ve gathered my control that I start to move. I know him so well, know how to work his body and bring him to the brink, and that’s what I do. I rebalance on my arms, hooking one behind his knee to give myself more room to move, and settle into a rhythm that I know drives him wild.
His chest is flushed, the flush creeping up his neck. His head is thrown back, exposing the long line of his throat. I bring my lips to the warm skin, feeling the rasp of stubble as I kiss my way to his jaw. He tilts his face so our lips meet in a wet open-mouthed kiss.
I raise on my arms again. He holds my gaze as I move above him.
I move faster. Harder.
I look to where we’re joined, enthralled at the sight of him taking me inside his body—it awes me every time. His cock is leaking a glistening puddle onto his belly. He reaches for it, wrapping his fingers around the hard length.
“That’s it, babe.” I’m at the edge and need him to come with me.
As if he can read my thoughts, his hand moves faster until he stiffens and groans, clenching around me as he spills over his fist. I shout at the overwhelming pleasure as my climax is drawn from me, pulse after exquisite pulse. My movements stutter and my arms shake until I can’t hold myself up any longer. With a grunt, I collapse on top of him before rolling onto the mattress.
Greg pulls me to his side. “Holy fuck.” His voice is shaky, breathless.
I chuckle, knowing exactly how he feels. My blood is pounding, my limbs like jelly. He holds me close, his scent surrounding me as I lay my palm over his heart. I can feel each thump, each breath until eventually the rhythm changes. He’s drifted off to sleep and I haven’t had a chance to tell him how much he means to me. I tell him anyway. His curls tickle my nose as I brush a kiss to his head. “Love you,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything in return. Doesn’t have to. He loves me, just as much as I love him.
We lay in each other’s arms, I’m nothing but content. Even if this is all I ever have, I have my happily ever after.
Chapter Twelve
Greg
“Cam. Greg,” a familiarvoice calls out. Georgia weaves her way through the festive crowd, her auburn hair held back with a reindeer antler headband.
Cam grins and pulls her into a hug. “Georgia! I thought you’d be busy at the store tonight.”
“Are you kidding? And miss the annual tree lighting ceremony? Besides, you’re not the only one who can delegate, mister.” She winks at Cam before turning to me. “Hey, Greg. Looking handsome as ever.”
I chuckle and return her embrace. “Right back at you, Georgia. Love the headband. Nice touch.”
She raises her hand to her hair and tilts her head. “Why thank you. I do try. I’m glad you guys could both get here.”
“So am I,” Cam says, slipping his arm around my waist. “Josh is holding down the fort at CC’s tonight. I figured we could use a little holiday magic.”
Georgia’s eyes sparkle as she giggles. “Did you know Josh’s been practicing his latte art? Apparently, he can make a prettydecent Christmas tree now, although it most definitely wasn’t a Christmas tree on my latte this afternoon! If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a—let’s just say he tried to pass it off as a candy cane and some baubles.”
Cam laughs, the sound warming me from the inside out as I lean into his side. “As long as he doesn’t burn down the shop, I’m happy.”
“Speaking of happy,” Georgia says, “I’ve never seen the town so lively. It’s like something out of a Hallmark movie.”
She’s right. The town square is a kaleidoscope of color with the huge Christmas tree taking pride of place. Children dart between the adults, their faces alight with wonder. Couples stroll hand in hand. Even the usually grumpy Mr. DuPont is sporting a Santa hat and a grin. Laughter and chatter mingle with the soft strains of holiday music, all part of the Collier’s Creek annual Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony.
“It’s perfect,” I murmur, my focus drifting to Cam’s face. He’s got tiny laugh lines around his eyes and his grin is wide. He catches me staring and quirks an eyebrow.
“What?”
