Page 57 of Her Faithful Protector

“Don’t worry about it. We’re just going to move forward, okay?”

The first wave of dizziness hit. The pain began to dissipate.

“I can’t think right now. Seriously, I can’t handle any of this. Can we do this some other time?”

He gave her a considering look.

“Please Nic,” she said quietly. “I need you to leave.”

“Okay honey, I’ll leave now, but I will be back. I love you Cami.”

She watched him walk out the door.

17

She heard the click of the door close behind him. She didn’t have any tears left. She stared at the white hospital wall. Memories assailed her. Not of the jungle. Of course not. It was the one precious memory that always came to her. It was Nic. Always Nic.

“Cami, your heart is beating a million times a minute,” he said as he pressed a warm kiss against the pulse in her neck. “We don’t have to do this.”

Her laugh didn’t sound like her, it was rich and husky. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined us here at this point, naked, in one another’s arms. Of course, my heart is beating fast, I’ve never been so excited. This is my every dream come true.”

Camilla stroked her hands along the back of his broad shoulders, then drifted them down his back until they sank into the firm flesh of his ass. Perfection.

Nic grinned down at her, his hazel eyes flashing. “So you’re not going to have any maidenly vapors?”

Another husky laugh. “Where did you ever hear that?” she asked as she squeezed his ass again.

“I don’t want to talk about some show mom was watching on cable,” Nic said. Slowly, he lifted his body up from hers so that she could see him from the top of his chest to his groin. Maybe she was going to have maidenly vapors.

Her hands were now laced around the back of his neck, she looked into his eyes, but they were focused elsewhere.

“God Cami, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

She could feel the blush start from her toes and go all the way up to her face. Every part of her body was heating up.

“I want to touch you,” she said as she pushed at his chest. Nic grinned down at her.

“You are touching me.”

“Down there,” she whispered. “Now shove over so I can.” She pushed harder and he rolled over onto his back.

“So little Miss Pushy Pants, you have no problem manhandling the goods, but you can’t say the word cock?”

She watched avidly as Nic circled his flesh with his fist and stroked it up and down. He shuddered and so did she. She moved closer so she could see better, her fingers twitched, she so badly wanted to touch him.

“Cami, talk to me. Is this too much for you?”

“No,” she exclaimed. “Well maybe,” she said slowly as she licked her lips. “Nic, I know it’s going to hurt the first time, but I feel all achy. It’s been hurting a lot not doing it.”

His head shot up to look at her face.

“Achy?”

“I think about this a lot.” She grabbed his wrist, wresting his hand away from his erection. She knelt up on the bed, loving how his eyes followed her every move. He changed positions so that he was kneeling in front of her. Waiting. For long moments they stared at one another.

“What do you want? Name it and it’s yours,” he asked.

She drew his hand down so that he could touch the folds of her sex. Her entire body jerked; it was like she’d touched a live electrical wire. Nic’s other hand cupped her cheek.