Chapter 37
thirty-seven
Rosalie
We talk the girls into another sleepover, this time at my house. Obviously, there was no argument from them as they bounded down the hall to Paige’s room when dinner was over.
After everything that happened today, I just wasn’t ready to let Cameron go home.
When he said “I love you,” a rightness settled in my chest, a sense of completeness I’d never felt before washed over me, along with the feeling of a thousand butterflies swarming in my stomach at the simple thought that this wonderful, selfless, charming man loves me.
I was giddy, unequivocally happy to my core, an odd sensation for all that transpired over the past several hours.
Cameron and I cleaned the kitchen in companionable silence, trading simple touches here and there before heading back to tuck in the girls.
I didn’t even want to pretend Cameron was sleeping anywhere other than with me, so once we said good night to Addison and Paige, I led him back to my room. I was freaking exhausted, but more than that, I was emotionally spent, and I knew Cam was, too.
I could think of nothing more than a hot bubble bath to wash away all the stress before curling up in bed next to the man I love.
I pull Cam through my bedroom and into the bathroom.
While my rental isn’t as spacious as Cameron’s home, it does have one feature his house doesn’t have, an oversized bathtub perfect for relaxing after a hard day, and this was an especially hard day.
I lean over and turn on the faucet, dropping in a small capful of my favorite bubble bath that smells of chamomile, lavender, and patchouli before standing up and peeling off my shirt.
Cameron’s eyes track my movements, but he doesn’t make a move to undress himself, seemingly frozen as I continue taking off my pants.
When I’m in only my bra and panties, I walk over to Cameron and slide my hands under his shirt to his torso and around his back.
His shirt rises, but I don’t remove it as I look up into eyes that hold so much affection.
“Take a bath with me?”
He nods and tugs his shirt over his head. His warm skin against mine is comforting, and it’s hard for me to let go as I step back so he can take off his pants.
I admire his fit body, his sculpted abs, and his thick, muscular thighs as he stands there in his black boxer briefs.
He slowly spins me around, pulling my hair over one shoulder and kissing the one he’s left bare before unhooking my bra and sliding it slowly down my shoulders.
He drags his fingertips down my arms along with the straps, and goose bumps break out along my skin.
His hands glide down my stomach and to the edge of my panties, hooking his thumbs in the waistband before guiding them down my legs.
Pulling me back against him, I can feel his hard erection pressed along my lower back.
“Get in the bathtub, baby.” His voice is all kinds of raspy and sexy in my ear, and I automatically comply, moving toward the tub.
Gliding my fingers through the water, I make sure it’s not too hot before slowly lowering myself down into the tub, leaning my head back against the edge, and letting out a quiet moan of contentment.
The water feels fantastic, immediately relaxing every muscle that’s been wound tight all day.
I roll my head over and look up at Cameron, wondering why he hasn’t gotten in yet only to find him staring at me with wonder and lust written all over his face.
“You going to join me?”
“Yeah, baby. I just want to soak in this moment for a bit longer. You’re gorgeous and resilient, beautiful inside and out, and sexy as hell lying there with your body covered in bubbles.”
I blush but want him in here with me, so I sit up, revealing a bit more of myself to him, and reach for his hand. He moves forward and takes my hand, but once he’s close enough, I let go and reach for the band of his underwear and pull them down, exposing every perfect inch of him.
He really is a magnificent man.
I scoot forward and repeat the words he just spoke to me.
“Get in the bathtub, Cameron.”
He lets out a humorous huff of laughter as he kicks his boxer briefs from around his ankles and steps in behind me.
I scoot forward as Cameron lowers himself down into the tub, his legs stretched out on each side of me. He reaches forward and puts his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his chest and resting his chin on my shoulder. I relax back into Cam’s body, letting the weight of today fall off me.
As I slide even farther into the hot water and against Cam, I can feel the hardness of him nestled between us, and it creates a different kind of ache than the one that’s overshadowed most of our day.
I squeeze my legs together for some relief since this bath is supposed to be about relaxing away the day together before bed. I feel Cameron grow harder behind me and his grip on my waist tightens.
“Rosalie, it’s hard to relax with you moving against me like that.”
His voice is gruff, and I laugh, unable to stop my teasing retort.
“Oh, I can tell it’s hard.”
Cameron laughs, and it warms my heart to hear. He moves his hands up to my sides and gives them a playful squeeze, making me squirm even more.
“Oh fuck, wrong move,” he says, slowly moving his hands up my rib cage to palm my breasts.
Clamping my hands to his thighs as desire courses through me, I arch into his touch, moaning as his thumbs graze over my nipples.
“Cam,” I say on a breathless exhale, causing him to squeeze and kneed me harder.
The water and bubbles produce a soft and slick sensation as his hands move over my body, and I know it’s not just the heat of the water warming me now.
I lean back and kiss the underside of his jaw before rolling over, some of the water sloshing over the tub’s edge as I move.
I briefly surprise Cameron, but he recovers quickly, his hands immediately cupping my ass as he moves his legs inside mine and pulls me up to straddle his lap.
Putting both my arms around his shoulders and gliding my hands through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, I pull his mouth to mine. My kiss is soft and languid, full of love, and he reciprocates by dragging my body closer and deepening the kiss.
We stay like this for a while, enjoying the heady moment before he pulls back slightly, our lips still lightly touching, and whispers, “I love you, Rosalie.”
He said the same thing to me mere hours ago, but with his mouth so close to mine, the exhalation of these words feels like he’s sharing his very breath, giving me life.
“I love you, too, Cameron. So much.”
I seal my declaration by moving our mouths back together and settling even farther onto his lap.
With my legs spread wide, my core hits the length of his erection, and we both gasp at the contact.
Shifting myself up and down his length, the sensation of our connection elicits a guttural groan from Cameron, his eyes fluttering closed as he drops his head back to the edge of the tub.
“Rosie, baby, you feel so good.”
My hips still briefly at the nickname. Only those closest to me use it, and although he’s used it before, right now it fills me with unadulterated happiness Cameron is now one of those people.
I reach for him, bringing his mouth back to mine.
“I need you inside me,” I breathe with an edge of desperation.
Cameron starts to shift, grasping me around the waist like he’s going to haul me out of the bathtub.
I shake my head. “No, Cam, I need you now. I’m on the pill, we’re okay.”
He searches my eyes for only a beat before scooping one arm under my ass to lift me up and kissing me hard. Without disconnecting our lips, he reaches with his other hand to position his cock. When I feel the tip hit my entrance, I slowly lower down.
Cameron hisses between his teeth, squeezing my ass before bringing both hands to my waist, gripping me hard and supporting me as I take him in. I can tell he’s holding back from surging up into me, and I’m grateful he’s letting me take control.
There will be time for fast and feral, but right now I need the intimacy, the closeness. I need him to feel how incredibly special he is and savor the culmination of this day as two people who love each other.
I begin to move, slowly rocking my hips. It’s almost torture, how full I feel with him inside me. I angle my hips forward to intensify the pleasure and gasp, repeating the motion over and over.
“God, you’re beautiful.” It’s a gritty, almost pained rasp.
Other than roving hands along my waist, up my rib cage, and into my hair, Cameron has been as still as a statue below me.
At his declaration, I open my eyes and am met with the gaze of a man who is barely holding on by a thread.
The green irises of his eyes are almost overtaken by his pupils, which look like pools of black, and there’s a tightness around his mouth, and the muscles in his jaw are ticking.
“I could watch you like this all night, uninhibited and weightless.”
His words sound strained, but reverence seeps through, and I lean forward to kiss him.
The movement has him pulling out of me slightly, something Cameron must not want because he surges up to reconnect us fully before slowly pulling out and entering me again.
The movement makes waves in the already tepid bathtub, but neither of us cares.
Our slick bodies rock against each other, the friction of my breasts rubbing against his chest provides a pleasure all on its own as Cameron’s hands remain on my ass, moving me in time with his thrusts.
Our lips never leave each other except to let little gasps and moans escape.
Soon, though, Cameron’s movements get rough, and the gasps turn to pants. Our movements quicken, our orgasms building.
“Oh fuck, Rosalie, that feels so good.”
“Cam, I’m so close.”
He has to feel it, my inner walls fluttering around him.
I move faster on top of him as his mouth comes down to my breast and he takes a nipple in his mouth.
He sucks hard and thrusts up at the same time.
I detonate around him, seeing stars as my orgasm rips through me, and I stifle the scream I want to let loose.
Cameron continues to thrust before letting out a guttural groan against my skin, burying himself deep inside me and shuddering from his own release.
When his orgasm subsides, he slowly lowers his hips back to the bottom of the tub and the small shift makes me wince from sensitivity with him still inside me.
“Sorry, baby.”
I shake my head, still unable to speak, and press my lips to his before dropping to his chest, listening to his heartbeat rapidly beneath my ear.
“I love you,” I murmur.
He tilts my chin and pushes my hair, damp from sweat and the steam in the bathroom, away from my face before dropping a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you, too.”
He gently shifts me from his chest and helps me to my feet, standing up after me and shuffling us to the adjacent shower where he turns on the hot water.
“Hop in. We need to rinse off and get to bed.”
He playfully swats my ass and follows me into the shower, gently cleaning me up and washing my hair, massaging my scalp in a way that makes me almost fall asleep standing. By the time we get out and Cameron’s wrapped me in a towel, it’s a wonder I’m still on my feet.
Dressing for bed, he in an extra pair of gym shorts he had in his Jeep, and me in a favorite camisole and shorts, we crawl under the covers. Cameron scoops me close with his arm draped possessively over my middle and kisses the back of my head.
“Good night, Rosie. I love you.”
A sated smile spreads across my face. I’ll never tire of hearing him say that.
I reach for the hand around my middle and draw it up to my mouth, dropping a kiss to his knuckles before placing our clasped hands over my heart.
I let out a contented sigh at the intimate position before for replying, “I love you, too, Cam. Good night.”