I yelp, squirming againsthisgrip.
“Maybe I’ve teased you enough.” He rolls to the side and then fumbles for his pants next to the bed, coming away with a condom that he tosses onto the sheets next to me. If he’s not inside me soon, I won’t survive, and though I want to take as much time exploring him as he took with me, I don’t know that I can. It’s been a long time since I had anything but my vibrator for company, and a warm, willing man in my bed who’s sculpted like a Greek god has me feelingwanton.
I don’t have enough leverage—or enough strength left—to tug off his briefs, but he stills my fumbling fingers as I try. “We’ll gettothat.”
I can’t helppouting.
“This is all about you, angel.” Despite his words, he yanks off the offending material. No disappointment there, as I think whoever tried to approximate perfection with him came damn close. Short, wiry curls surround his cock, and I palm his length, sliding my hand up and down until he groans, captures my wrist, and pins my arm overmyhead.
As he returns his attention to my throbbing clit, I writhe against the sheets. Any higher and I’ll shoot into the stratosphere without an anchor, but the firm pressure of his hands keeps me grounded, even as I lose all ability to think or breathe. Waves of pleasure buffet me, my entire body dissolving into the roar of myrelease.
I don’t know when he moved, but he’s holding me as I come down, and when I kiss him, I taste only me on his lips. Trailing a hand over his chest, I’m amazed this man wasn’t snatched up years ago. A jagged scar bisects one of his obliques, another slashes over his shoulder. I trace the SEAL insignia. “Whatteam?”
“Eight.” His eyes darken—I’ve touched a nerve. I try to smooth over my gaffe with another kiss. Soon, his breath quickens, and as I stroke his firm length, I’m rewarded when his eyes flutterclosed.
Before I can do much more, he pushes up on an elbow, then tears through the foil packet. “Tell me how I won’t hurt you.” His voice holds aroughedge.
“Don’t ask me that question.” I cup the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Justfuckme.”
He slides halfway home, accompanied by my gasp. Just as I relax, he pushes deeper, the tenuous hold on his own control evident in the veins pulsing inhisneck.
“Oh God, Cam. You’re so fucking tight.” His first thrust spears me in two, and a lance of pleasure curls my toes. The muscles of his arms cord as he bears himself over me, increasing his pace, and we’re both breathing heavily. I can’t tear my gaze away from his. He shifts down to one elbow so he can reach between us, and when he finds my sweet spot with a finger, Iimplode.
A second later, his eyes roll back as he comes, and then he’s on top of me, sliding his arms around me so he can hold me close and bury his face in my hair through the aftershocks of our shared climaxes. “I wish I didn’t have toleave.”
I want to ask him to stay, but he’s got an early morning—as do I. Easing back so I can meet his sated gaze, I sigh. “This Coana job is going to take every spare minute of my time this week.” I link our fingers. “But what are you doing on Friday night…and Saturdaymorning?”
“Well, there’s this woman I usually play Halo with, but I think she has plans on Friday.” He grins and then kisses me so thoroughly, I’m breathless once more. “Maybe she wantscompany?”
“Hell,yes.”
6
Cam
Royce lumbers through the door,a scowl twisting his lips. “You two. Myoffice.Now.”
Lucas rolls his eyes when Royce is gone. “Good morning to you too, boss,” he mutters so only Icanhear.
“He’s still in a mood. You don’t want to fuck with him.” When Royce is like this, you’re better off putting your head down and ridingitout.
“Guess you didn’t get through to him yesterday.” Lucas heads into Royce’s office, andIsigh.
Whatever’s up Royce’s ass must be serious, as he’s never gone this long in one of his moods. Still, the guy’s as loyal as they come, which is the only reason I stay when really, I could write my own ticket with a lot lessstress.
Once I’ve taken a seat next to Lucas, Royce stares us down. “I went over Cam’s schedule yesterday afternoon. Given LaCosta’s deadline and the amount of work we’re going to have to do to get the cameras up and running, I asked Al to find us some help. He’s bringing in two guys to starttomorrow.”
“Does that mean I can have Lucas back ondebugging?”
Lucas swivels his head in my periphery.Oh shit. Royce didn’t tell Lucas he’d have to help with thecabling.
Royce runs a hand over his jaw, though he doesn’t quite manage to cover his scowl. “Al’s new. He’s run electrical before, and he’s got great references, but he doesn’t know CAT-5. Not well enough to supervise a job like this on his own. The temp agency needs at least a week’s lead time to get me anyone qualified, and Brian’s got a week left on his medical leave.” With a terse shake of his head, Royce meets Lucas's gaze. “Even with Al bringing in two of his friends with electrical certifications, we’re still two men down. I need Lucas to supervise thecabling.”
I can’t look at Lucas. Focusing on my knees instead, I try to come up with something to ease the sting. It’s no use, though. Lucas is so much better than cabling, but he’s fast and such a perfectionist that nothing getsbyhim.
“Cam?” The strain in Lucas's voice tugs at my heart. “You wanted me to start the final customizationstoday.”
“My decision’s final,” Royce snaps. Someone knocks on the door, and Lucas flinches as I mouth a pitiful apology. Royce stands, bracing a hand on his desk. “Al, comeonin.”
