Love you tooboo
“All good?” Cam asks when I slip my phone back into my bag.
It isn’t until that moment that I realize I’ve blindly followed him to his room. Like daydreaming while driving. One moment, I was in the lobby, and in the next, I’m standing outside his room, without any recollection of the journey.
“All good.”
Joey-0
Stupid grin-1
“Bath or shower?” He eases my bag from my shoulder and sets it on the table next to his. I slip out of my flip-flops by the door, leaving behind a dusting of sand on the tile.
As much as I’d love a bath, I think I’ll save it for after. “Shower.” I saunter to the bathroom, ditching my linen cover-up in the process, and peek over my shoulder. “You coming?”
Wearing a devilish smirk, Cam strides across the room like he may burst if he has to wait one more minute and pins me against the counter from behind. My hip bones sting at the abrupt contact.
Cocking a brow, I shoot him a challenging look in the mirror.What’s your next move?
With his arms wrapped around my torso, caging mine at my sides, he pulls me in tight, and I grind my ass against his growing erection.
“Fuck. See what you do to me, baby?” he breathes against my neck, sending goose bumps dancing down my arms. Slowly, so damn slowly, he pulls at the strings on one side of my bikini bottoms, just enough to loosen them. “When these come off, what am I going to find?”
My cheeks heat, and warmth unfurls low in my belly as he sucks at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Damn. How does he know exactly how to turn me on? My knees buckle, giving away just how incredible that small action makes me feel.
“Oh, you like when I kiss you here?”
With a moan, I reach behind his neck and pull his head closer. Sand collects in my fingernails when I dig into his scalp.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he whispers, kissing behind my ear. He’s two for two when it comes to my erogenous zones. I feel like Monica Gellar inFriends. I can hardly wait for him to get to number seven.
“What was the question?” This man makes me dizzy.
“I said,” he tugs on the other side of my bikini bottoms, leaving the fabric suspended between our bodies and the counter. “What am I going to find between these legs, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart?The word pings around in my brain like a bouncy ball for a minute before I decide I like it.
“This,” I pant, tearing at the fabric and tossing it to the floor. Once I’m bare, I grasp his hand and guide it between my legs.
“Just as I suspected.” He smirks over my shoulder, cupping my pussy. With his eyes locked on my core in the mirror, he runs a finger through my slit. “Fucking soaked.”
God, how I’ve missed his filthy mouth.
“Now be my good girl and bend over for me,” he growls.
Damn. I love to take control in the bedroom, but a guy who knows what he wants is hot as hell.
Resting my forearms on the counter, I fold in half, leaving my bottom eager and defenseless.
Ghosting his palms down my back and to my ass, he asks, “You like it rough?” He heard me at the beach, but he’s asking for consent, nonetheless. Another total turn-on.
The second I lift my chin in approval, he pulls back and smacks my ass with a satisfyingwhack. An instant later, he caresses the tender flesh and squeezes. Then he smacks it again. God damn, the contrast is arousing. I’m writhing with need already, so turned on it takes a moment to realize he’s stopped and he’s now on his knees on the hard tile behind me.
“What are you doing?” I startle, my heart leaping in my chest. “I need to shower. I’m all salty.”
Before I can stand up and pull away, he grasps my cheeks and spreads them like he’s reading his favorite novel. “A little salt is good for my health.”
A shiver sprints along my spine. Never have I ever been in this arrangement. It’s maddening and so fucking hot. I widen my stance in anticipation.
