Chapter Fourteen #3
She wasn’t turning away now.
She met his dark gaze as she approached him. His arms were still crossed, and his jaw was tight. She wasn’t the only one afraid of being rejected.
“I want all those things too, Cam. I want to start a company, and I want to start a life. With you.”
She stopped when they were only a foot apart, but he didn’t reach for her.
Undeterred, she reached for him instead.
Her touch was light as she wrapped her fingers around his wrists.
His skin felt hot, and his pulse was fast. It gave her courage as she pulled his arms around her.
“I’m sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusion.
You’re the one person who’s been on my side through all of this.
I’m just so gun-shy right now. The people I love keep hurting me, but I shouldn’t—”
“Say that again.” His gaze burned into hers, and the tips of their noses touched.
She swallowed hard. “They keep—”
“Before that.”
Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted. Smiling tremulously, she ran her thumb over his lower lip. “I love you, Cameron Rowe.”
The tension left his body in one big whoosh. “It’s about time.”
He caught her to him, and Lexie instinctively went up on her tiptoes.
His head dipped, and the time for apologies was gone.
Their mouths met, and the kiss went white hot.
He held her so tightly, her breasts flattened against his chest. His heat surrounded her, but she trembled as she tried to get even closer.
She did love him. It was why she’d reacted so strongly to what she’d found. She hadn’t cared if he was using her idea; she was terrified that he didn’t feel anything for her.
She tangled her fingers in his hair as their mouths ate at each other’s.
The shirt she wore was driving her crazy.
The silk was rubbing and gliding. It made her nipples burn and her thighs clench.
The teasing wasn’t enough. She wanted his skin.
She wanted his mouth. She needed to feel him moving inside her.
She ran her hands down his chest and tried to squeeze them between their bodies.
“Sexy Lexie,” he growled.
“You make me that way.” She traced the carved lines of his abs. She wanted him, and she was through being afraid of her feelings.
He kissed her hard, and then he was squeezing his hands between their bodies too. He fondled her breasts, plumping them and taking their weight. His thumbs played with her nipples through the fabric, and Lexie closed her eyes in pleasure.
Reaching lower, she cupped him. He pumped into her hand, and then his playful fingers got serious.
He started undoing her top, but neither of them wanted to break contact.
Their bodies bumped, and they kissed hungrily.
She swung her hips back so she could get better access to his zipper, but he pulled her right back.
Her breath caught at the feel of his erection pressing intimately against her belly.
He was big, and he was hard.
She stopped for a moment to savor the sensation, but the hesitation put her behind on the race to strip each other.
He was opening the white shirt and shoving it off her shoulders before she got a good grip on his zipper.
She felt the air touch her shoulders, then her breasts and her stomach.
She finally found the tab of his pants, and his zipper slid down with a rasp.
She pushed his pants down to his thighs at the same time his shirt fell from her arms to the floor.
Finally, they stood inches apart, male to female, naked and aroused.
He cupped her bare breasts. “You are so perfect.”
She took that tiny step forward that brought their bodies into intimate contact. His arms enveloped her, and the kiss they shared was slow and erotic.
They’d had sex before. This time they were making love.
“Cam,” she sighed.
“You’re mine.” He began backing her towards the bedroom. “All mine.”
Cam didn’t care where she’d come from or who her family was. She was his, every last complicated inch of her.
He slid one leg between hers as he directed her towards the bedroom. Her skin was soft and heated, warm and wet. Her mouth was hungry as they kissed, but nothing was as wicked as her hands. His spine locked when her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, tight and possessive.
He nipped at her lower lip. “Careful.”
“I don’t want to be careful anymore.”
He fisted a hand in her hair. Neither did he.
Catching her about the waist, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand still cradled him way down low, and she pressed her face into his neck.
Cam’s field of vision narrowed as she caressed him intimately, but his eyes popped back open when he realized they weren’t in the bedroom with the shades closed tight. Anyone could see in.
And Lexie was gloriously, stunningly naked.
He reached for the table lamp to douse the light.
The room fell back into darkness and, for a moment, he couldn’t see.
All he could do was feel, and the sensations nearly pushed him over the edge.
Her full breasts were plumped against his chest. Her thighs clenched at his hips, and her curious fingers still explored his raging erection.
When her ragged breaths hit his ear, he knew he wasn’t going to last.
He’d meant to take her back to bed, but he changed directions towards the nearest flat surface instead.
He pressed her up against the wall where the moon’s light was brightest. His eyes adjusted, and their gazes locked.
Without a word, she directed him where they both wanted him to go.
With one smooth swing of his hips, he was penetrating her.
“Ohhh,” she sighed.
He burrowed deep and leaned his head against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.
She was hot and snug and so wet for him. His hips started moving before his lungs were ready. He slowly pulled back, only to thrust into her again abruptly. When he’d walked into the room and seen the look on her face, all his hopes and dreams had crashed to pieces.
But then she’d thrown that paperweight.
He pumped into her again, and she gasped.
He hitched her up higher in his arms and began kissing her breasts. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he licked one of her straining nipples. She arched so hard, he nearly took a step back. Leaning his weight forward, he pressed her more firmly against the wall.
Opening his mouth wide, he began suckling her.
She moaned, and he pressed her nipple tight against the roof of his mouth.
Her fingernails scraped over his shoulders as he began thrusting harder and faster.
Leaving her breast, he kissed his way up her neck and nipped at her ear.
She arched her neck to the side to give him better access.
“Oh!” she suddenly cried.
Cam jerked to a stop. She’d gone tense all around him. He ground his teeth as he fought not to come, because something was wrong. “What is it?”
Her arms, fingers, legs and toes were all clenching at him. When he pulled back, he saw her eyes were wide and glued on the horizon.
“Sky,” she panted. “Window…”
Oh hell. He’d forgotten. He hadn’t pressed her up against any wall. He was screwing her against the floor-to-ceiling windows. As much as it nearly killed him, he pulled away.
“No,” she gasped, clutching at him. She took a shuddering breath and glanced quickly over her shoulder. Her gaze came back to him, and her fingers dug like claws into his skin. “Do… Do you have me?”
Was she really willing to do this for him?
Timidly, she leaned back towards the glass. She shuddered when her shoulders touched the cool surface, but he distracted her with a roll of his hips.
“Ooooh,” she groaned.
Oh yeah.
Sliding one hand up from her hip, he covered her breast. She arched sensuously, and he squeezed harder. Finding a grinding rhythm with his hips, he plucked at her nipple. “Good?”
“Mmm.”
“Really good?”
“Yesss.”
“Look outside, Sexy.”
Her eyes fluttered open in panic, and he pinched her nipple. Tight.
“Look,” he ordered.
She clamped her legs around his waist, and her gaze hesitantly moved to the side.
He kissed her neck and nudged his nose against her chin.
She stiffened around him once again, but by now he’d found a steady rhythm that wasn’t going to stop.
She clenched his shoulders worriedly, but the vise of her thighs only pulled his cock deeper inside her.
Once she saw how far up they were, she couldn’t look away. He held her protectively, loving her through her fear. He knew it would only make the pleasure sharper. At last, her eyes became dreamy as she stared out at the stars and the night sky.
“I feel like I’m flying,” she whispered.
That was it. Cam couldn’t have stopped if she’d asked.
She really did trust him.
He let himself go, and soon they were both flying. Their bodies worked together, climbing higher and higher. When they reached the top, Lexie was squirming against the glass, uncaring of its stability, while his hand was planted flat against it, trying to find purchase.
“Ahhh!” she cried, arching her neck.
“Lexie.” Her name was more a sound as he came, hard and hot.
They held on to each other, drawing out the gratification, until they were both spent and fighting for air.
After a long while, Cam carefully pulled out of her.
He steadied her as her tiptoes dropped to the floor.
When she peeked behind her and stiffened again, he caught her by the waist and led her away from the window.
“Sorry,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Tiny steps.”
She sighed. “I come with a lot of baggage.”
He ran his hand across her soft hair. “I can carry it.”
To prove it, he swung her up into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. He laid her on the jumbled sheets, and she scooted over on the mattress to make room for him. He tugged the covers over them as he slid in beside her.
“I’ll find us a first-floor office,” he promised as they lay facing each other.
“Do you really want to do this? Focus on children’s toys and games? You’ve worked in everything from the automotive industry to injection molding.”
“I like the idea,” he said honestly. “It means something to me. I was one of those kids who didn’t have many toys. If we could help out those parents who can’t afford full price…”
“Your mother loved you.”
“And she would have loved you.” He combed his fingers through her hair.
“I wish I could have met her.” Lexie swallowed hard. “We’ll have to find someplace to live.” She peeked at the windows. “First floor for that too?”
Cam grinned. “I don’t know. I kind of like what a penthouse does for you.”
She gasped and shoved him in the shoulder.
He rolled back towards her. “But I could compromise on a house.”
He liked that idea too. He hadn’t lived in a house since his mom had rented one when he was seven or eight. He liked the stability of it all, the meaning behind it.
Lexie smiled.
Pulling her closer, he ran his hand up her side. “Do you know that I almost turned down the job with Underhill?”
Even in the moonlight, he could see her eyes widen.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t stand your old man. I met with him to talk about the company’s situation, and it went so badly I almost told him to find someone else. That was when you came out of your office.”
“I did?”
“You nearly gave me whiplash.”
“I…I don’t remember.”
“That’s because you were moving in the other direction, but it was enough.” He looked into her eyes. “I wanted to meet you.” He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck. “I wanted to have you.”
Her hand settled on his chest, right over his heart. “You once told me there was only one thing you wanted out of Underhill.”
He smiled and brushed a kiss over her lips. “I think I just got it.”