He looked away for a brief moment then pinned her again with his intense stare. “You wanted honesty, so I’ll be completely up front with you. If I knew you had made love with Sawyer or Hutch, I’d feel relief.”
She cocked her head in confusion.
“Think about it. You’ve spent the last year avoiding us while we’ve been racking our brains trying to figure out how to make what we’re suggesting acceptable to you, even desirable. I’d view you making love with Sawyer or Hutch as a crack in the armor, a sign that maybe we’re getting close. I imagine that’s how they’d view you making love to me.
“Will they be envious? Of course. Hell, I’d be green at the idea of you being in their arms when I want so much to hold you and touch you. But they’ll be content to wait for you, Reggie. Just like we’ve waited the last year.”
Tears shimmered in her vision at his heartfelt words. It was hard to doubt his sincerity when his entire face was so earnest, so serious. Her heart fluttered and turned over, and finally she said the words they’d both been waiting for.
“Make love to me, Cam.”
“Are you sure, Reggie?” he asked quietly. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, never push you into a decision you weren’t ready to make. As long as I’ve waited, I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
A single tear slipped down her cheek, followed quickly by another on the opposite side. Instead of answering—words were cheap except when he spoke, such tender loving words—she eased off his lap to stand in front of him.
He stared up at her, desire and hope lighting the darkness. Slowly, she pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor.
She was bruised and scraped. She knew she didn’t look her best. But she’d neverfeltas beautiful as she did in this moment, so intensely wanted and desired.
Even though she’d asked him to make love to her, she was gripped by the need to make love to him. To show him how much he meant to her.
“Stand up,” she said in a husky, nervous voice she almost didn’t recognize.
He put his hands on the edge of the couch and pushed himself up to stand in front of her.
There were just inches separating them. She ran her hands down his chest, gathered the hem of his shirt then snuck her fingers underneath and began pushing upward, taking the shirt with her.
She paused for a moment and stared up at him. “There’s one more thing,” she said in a low voice. “We’ve talked about how Hutch or Sawyer might feel, but I have to know, Cam. If after this . . . if after this I make love to them, how are you going to feel?”
He reached under his shirt and captured her hands against his chest. “I’m not going to be angry. Or hurt. As long as I can be with you, Reggie darling, I don’t mind sharing you with them.”
She shoved the T-shirt over his head and leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him. “I want you, Cam, but I’m so scared too. I’m so afraid of messing everything up.”
He caught her face between his hands and fused his lips to hers in a slow, melting kiss. Heat sizzled down her spine, spreading into her belly.
“You can’t mess up, Reggie darling. Don’t you know that? You can’t mess up something so perfect as your love.”
Her fingers slid into the waistband of his jeans and then around to the fly. She was clumsy in her haste, but she managed to undo the snap. With shaking hands, she worked the zipper down over the bulge.
“Take them off,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 19
Cam hurriedly kicked down his jeans, stepping out with one foot then shaking off the pant leg with his other. Unlike Sawyer and Hutch, he wore plain white briefs, stark against his tanned skin.
Regina reached for him, wanting him against her. He enfolded her in his arms, and she slid her hands around his back and down inside the band of his underwear. Her palms curved over his tight buttocks. She pulled her wrists down, taking the briefs with them.
She brought her hands around to the front and felt the shock of his rock-hard erection against her palms. She curled her fingers around his thickness, stroking and caressing his rigid length.
She leaned further into him, sandwiching his cock between their stomachs. His hands skated up her arms and over her shoulders to her neck. He cupped her face, curling his fingers behind her ears, and dipped his head to capture her lips in a hungry kiss.
It was warmth and tenderness wrapped in a sensual package that left her breathless. His body cupped hers, a safe haven, a shelter from the rest of the world. From reality.
Her hands left his cock and skimmed over his taut abdomen to his chest. She pushed at him, walking him backward until he collided with the couch and went down with a thump. She went with him, straddling his lap again.
She pressed in close, her lips a hairbreadth from his. Her tongue darted out, running along the seam of his mouth and lingering at the corner. His lips parted, and a ragged groan escaped, swallowed up by her intake of air.
The light stubble on his jaw bristled against her mouth as she slid her lips along his skin toward his ear. She found the pulse at his neck, licked over it once then nibbled lightly at it. He flinched, sucked in a breath then trembled as she worked down the cord of his neck to the curve of his shoulder.
