He found her mouth, wet and warm, and he kissed her. He ran his hands down the curve of her waist and up again, and he nuzzled her cheek with his chin.
“Maybe that second kind of man doesn’t even know that’s what he’s looking for until he finds it,” hewhispered. “But once he finds it, he doesn’t want to go back.”
She stilled, and her expression was unreadable. But there was one little tell that gave him hope that she was just as twisted up about this as he was. His hand stopped over the furious pulse at the base of her neck.
The familiar desire for her was returning, but he wasn’t giving in to it yet. Losing himself inside her wasn’tenough. He wanted something beyond that tonight.
He didn’t move. “What do you think about my theory?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” she said. “Now I’d like to wash you. Slowly.”
Her mouth curved into a lazy, seductive grin. She reached for the soap and rubbed it between her hands under the water. She set it back on the shelf and began with his shoulders. In slow circles, she washedhis arms, her soft fingers gliding over his skin. Her eyes had a look of wonder in them as she traced the lines of muscle and trails of hair. How these things held her attention was a mystery when she had her own gloriously curvy body, but he wasn’t going to point that out right now.
She turned for more soap and worked her way down, across his chest and over the tense muscles of his stomach.And lower.
Heaven. He was in heaven.
He grabbed on to the shower wall to steady himself. She circled closer as he grew harder. She gave his cock a few sudsy strokes, and he tipped his head back and groaned.
All his frustrations and self-recriminations from the night were gone. The water ran down her arms and over her magnificent breasts.
Cameron swallowed hard. “My turn.”
He soaped up his hands and smiled. He started at her feet and worked his way up the swell of her thighs and hips, around her beautiful rear and narrow midriff. And her breasts. Goddamn, he was obsessed. He tore his eyes away. But after a few sweeps of her smooth arms, he was done with the washing. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers. He let his fingers glide over her back, her waist,memorizing each curve, as they stood under the faucet. She rested her head on his chest, and he closed his arms around her. “Let me take you to bed, Jackson.”
He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it. After drying himself off a bit, he took her hand. “Ready?”
She didn’t move. She looked up at him hesitantly. “There’s a lot of things we haven’t tried yet.”
Shewanted to play again, and his dick didn’t miss the message. But he wanted more than just playing around.
He shook his head. “Not tonight.”
“Tonight is all we have.” Her eyes seemed to glaze over, like she was already halfway through her fantasy. Which he was not giving in to.
Cameron put his hand on her cheek. “You miss your plane tomorrow and stay with me, and we’ll try whatever youwant. We’ll try things you’ve never even thought of.” He brushed his lips over hers. “But not tonight. If this is our last night, we’re done with fantasies. I told you before. This is real.”
Her eyes widened. The creases still lined her forehead, but he waited her out.
Finally she nodded. “Okay.” She walked over to the bed and sat down primly on the edge. Her wet hair dripped down herbody, and she shook it behind her shoulders. “So, what do we do?”
Cameron laughed. “You’ve never had vanilla sex?”
Jackson rolled her eyes. “Until two weeks ago, that’s all I’d ever had. After I leave this apartment, it’s probably all I’ll do for the rest of my life.”
Cameron sat down next to her on the bed. Their bodies brushed against each other’s, but he didn’t touch her. He inhaleddeeply and exhaled slowly. Here lay the biggest problem. She still thought what she felt was about sex. Because she was trying things she had never tried. But he had played more than his share of dirty games before. He had played enough to know that no game was enough to make him feel like he did on the Opera House dance floor with Jackson in his arms. And he had felt that with all of his clotheson.
But he couldn’t explain that. He had to show her instead.
Cameron leaned over and traced Jackson’s wet hair down her back. “I think vanilla could be just as good as any game if we do it right.”
“Is that so?” Her voice was soft and dreamy.
“Let’s find out.” He nodded to the pillows. “Come lie down with me.”
He lay on his side, and she settled against him. She looked at himexpectantly, as if she had no idea what to do next. Maybe she didn’t. And maybe he didn’t know what he was getting into, either.
Cameron found her hand. Was it trembling? He brought it to his mouth for a soft kiss and placed it on his waist. He cupped her cheek with his hand and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her bottom lip. He slid his hand down her shoulder and back up behind her neckas he opened his mouth and found her tongue. Her fingers tightened around his waist, so he did it again. She pulled him against her and rocked her hips. He twitched and ached, and she rocked again. Her round breasts pressed against his chest, and he cupped one with his hand, squeezing as he deepened the kiss. She moaned and sighed, moving against him, setting his body on fire.
