“Not yet, baby.”
He pulled those digits out, coated with her juices, and reached farther back, touching a part of her no man had ever touched before. Pressing, asking for entrance.
“Not yet, baby.”
There was a slight burning as he breached her there. One that ignited all her senses and centered her focus on one thing only: him.
“Now.”
Twice more he made her come, once with his mouth and then with his body. One climax was so intense she actually bit him on the shoulder. Had she ever let anyone have this much control over her? Allowed this level of intimacy? Yes, she’d had encounters in the past, but not on this level. Whatever bond she’d developed with him had gained strength in the short time she’d known him. Her trust was practically nonexistent with people in general, but with Cam, there were no limits and no taboos. Mind-blowing possibilities existed that she’d never thought would be a part of her life. It was scary as hell, but at the same time, she couldn’t wait for whatever came next.
She stirred against him, and his arm squeezed around her. “You doin’ okay, sweetheart?”
She nuzzled into his neck and paused to examine the teeth marks she’d left. “Damn, I’m sorry, sugar.”
He chuckled. “I’m not. I’m thinking that’s my new goal: to make you come so hard, you’ll bite me every time.”
A predatory smile curled up on her lips. “Maybe I’ll pull a reverse and makeyoucome that hard.”
“Challenge accepted.” He jackknifed up, and she got a prime view of his back tattoo. “You hungry?”
“Are you cooking?”
He grinned. “Yeah, I got stuff I can make in the fridge.”
“Then I’m hungry.”
He slipped on a pair of old gray sweatpants but left his shirt off. “I’ll go down and get started. Feel free to explore.”
“Mind if I grab one of your T-shirts?”
“Help yourself.”
She snagged one with a faded Steelers logo on it and followed him downstairs to the main floor.
Sabrina liked his house. This suburb was nice and clean, and on the outskirts of where Attic and all the messy stuff took place. Just like its neighbors, the house was tall and long and sat on a hill. Steps were required to enter the main floor from the front or the back where they usually came in, with a kitchen that opened into a large living space. The second level was a loft that had two smaller bedrooms on either side that were currently filled with boxes of stuff and other junk that every household had but never got rid of. The master was the best part—a third-level converted attic that ran the entire length of the house and sported a bay window that had a nice view of the river in the distance.
As they descended the iron spiral staircase, they picked up the clothing items they’d discarded on the way up.
“You want to dump these in the dryer or start a wash load?” He pointed with a fistful of her bra and panties. “There’s a basket in there already that’s pretty full.”
“Washing sounds better.”
She carried the wet clothing to the mudroom and dumped it into the machine. Her face broke into a smile when she spotted the basket was a mix of both of their items. She glanced out the back-door window where a two-bay detached garage sat. The yard was big and enclosed by a tall privacy fence. Her van was parked on the gravel-filled pad next to the garage.
Sabrina’s eyes darted to the space between the house and the vehicle. “Think I can dash over to my place and grab some more of my clothes?”
“I’ll get them for you after we eat, yeah?”
He’d pulled a couple of chicken breasts in a brown spicy marinade along with several bags of salad vegetables from the fridge and piled them on the dark gray granite counter.
“Did you do all the renovations here yourself? Did you pick out the furniture?” she asked, seating herself across from him as he worked.
He poured two cups of water into a pot, set it on a burner, and clicked on the gas. “Yeah. Did the floors too. And the painting.”
The shine from the pretty gray-and-tan grain blended with the pale gray-blue of the walls. One color throughout the main floor and loft. The spare bedrooms were different, one green and one a pale rose. “That’s impressive. I’m surprised a rental would let you do that.”
“I own it.”
