Chapter 15
ADAM
If I never live another day after today, it’ll be okay.
Feeling Camille’s body writhe from my touch is one thing, but when she let herself fall completely to her pleasure, I nearly lost it.
She’s been so controlled in her actions over these past few months, hardly letting herself give into the feelings she has for me.
This connection between us has been growing stronger with each passing day.
Maintaining my distance around her has become increasingly difficult and it feels so good to finally be with her.
So. Fucking. Good.
The way she tugged at my hair and pressed my face into her, demanding I make her come made my dick so hard, it hurt. I’ve always preferred a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it, but seeing Camille tell me exactly what she wanted after everything she’s been through is … life-altering.
I stand up, unbutton my shirt, and strip my jeans off.
Her sated gaze widens when she takes in the size of my hard cock.
I stroke myself to relieve some of the pressure begging to be let loose.
It’s been a long time since my cock has had anything other than my hand, and this isn’t likely to last long if I don’t gain some control.
She pushes herself up on her elbows and smirks at me. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night, or are you going to finish what you started?”
This newfound confidence in Camille is hot.
She spreads her legs, opening herself to me, and I growl. “You trying to kill me?”
She lets out a soft laugh, and my heart clenches. I’m a goner. She’s a wildcat in bed, and I fucking love it. I love her laugh. I love to see her smile. And now I know I love seeing her come all over my face.
I just hope this moment is a turning point. Because I need more orgasms from her. One is not nearly enough.
I lean over her, hook my arms underneath her, and drag her further up on the bed. I rest my elbows at her shoulders and hold her face between my arms. Hovering over her, our eyes meet, and I see the same longing I feel reflected in her eyes.
She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer to her, and whispers, “Please.”
My cock is pressed against her wet center. I want to take this slow, but her soft plea is quickly changing my mind. A groan escapes as she digs her nails into my back and scrapes down toward my waist. I almost come right then, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
I kiss her hard and fast. Gone is my control. Gone is the gentleman telling me to take this slow. I need to be inside her and make her mine.
Up until this moment, every time I kissed Camille, I kissed her like I was savoring her. I delighted in her taste and touch. I wanted to appreciate her and make sure she knew it.
But this is not one of those moments.
This kiss is savage, needful, and possessive.
Camille moans into my mouth, her nails furiously scraping up and down my back. And when I suck her tongue into my mouth, she digs her nails so deep it feels like she broke the surface of my skin.
I slow my assault on her mouth and wrap one arm under her ass to lift her slightly off the bed. Her heat, her wetness, is flush against my skin as she spreads her legs wider.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I say as I align my tip at her entrance.
She gasps, “Yes, please,” and pulls my mouth back to hers.
In one fast movement, I slide fully inside her. I don’t hold back. I don’t go slow. I give her all of me and revel in the deep moan it earns me. Pulling all the way out, I slam into her even harder. Only this time, I’m the one to moan. “Fuck, you feel so good. Too fucking good.”
My cock throbs and my release threatens to overtake me. I’m struggling to breathe and slow this down before I lose it. I pause while fully sheathed inside her.
“Adam, please.” She rolls her hips under me, begging for the friction to increase. “I need to feel you. Don’t stop.”
“If I move, I’m gonna embarrass myself and this is going to end fast.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it again,” she says. I slowly move in and out. “And again.” She gasps as I lift her leg, opening her even more to me. “And again.”
I move slowly, trying like hell to think about anything except how great her body feels tightening around me.
“Faster, harder,” she begs. “I need more.”
I give her what she asks for and slam into her. Every attempt I make to not think about how good she feels fails. “Fuck, Camille. I can’t stop this. I’m gonna come.”
“Then come.” She tightens her arms around me, pressing her nails into my ass to push me deeper inside her.
That’s all it takes. My orgasm rips through me so hard, I cry out in pain.
I swear my heart stops beating, and I can’t breathe.
I drop my head into the crook of her neck and groan. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
She laughs and kisses the top of my head. “No, don’t say that. Watching you lose all control because of me was amazing. And empowering.”
“But I can do better,” I growl. Her words embolden me, and instead of pulling out of her, I slowly move until I start to get hard again. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”
“Keep doing that, and I will.”
I push myself up with one arm and run my fingers down her chest, her stomach, until I find her clit. I rub her gently at first. Then press down until her back arches and she moans out my name.
“Keep saying my name like that, and I could go all night.”
“Adam.” Her voice is heady and breathy and everything I need to make me completely hard again.
I lift her leg and press up on my knees so I can drive deeper into her. Over and over. Fast, then slow. I want her orgasm, and I’m not gonna stop until I get it.
By the time her body squeezes around me, we’re both covered in sweat and gasping for air. “That’s it Cami, come for me.”
“Oh, my God. Yes!” Her entire body tenses as her release rushes through her. I don’t stop. I continue driving into her, dragging out her release until I come with her.
Camille wiggles up next to me and sighs for the fifth time since we pulled the covers up over us. She’s restless. I don’t know if it’s because I’m still here or because of what we just shared. She asked me to stay, but I can’t help but worry it’s still too soon.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask.
“No!” Her head shoots up like I threatened to do something a hell of a lot worse than leave. “Why would you say that?”
I cup her cheek and kiss her forehead. “You seem restless, like something is bothering you. Talk to me.”
She leans forward and lightly brushes her lips across mine. “Thank you, Adam. For a beautiful night.”
She drops her cheek to my chest and curls up in such a way that I can’t see her face anymore. Something is wrong. I hope she isn’t pulling away from me—having regrets about what we just did— because I can’t let that happen. Now that I have her, I want more of her.
So. Much. More.
I wrap my arms tight around her to let her know I’m here for her. I won’t do anything to hurt her. She has to know that. I start to say as much, but I stop myself. There’s still so much I don’t know about Camille, but one thing I know with certainty is that she can’t be rushed.
She snuggles into my side and tosses her arm over my chest. Her legs are intertwined with mine. We’re both still naked, and our intimate embrace should be enough to keep me calm. But it isn’t.
Unfortunately, my ex-wife taught me not to trust my feelings and to question a woman’s actions. Irene told me all the right things, and look where that got me. Not that I think Camille is anything like my ex, but I still need to be cautious with my heart.
Camille lets out a deep breath, sending a rush of warm air across my chest. “Alex was seventeen—a senior in high school—when he died.”
I freeze. This is the last thing I expected to be on her mind. Here I am, worried about rejection, and she’s thinking about her deceased son. I rub my hand down her back to let her know I’m listening, but remain silent.
“He was the star quarterback of his high school football team. He was smart, funny, and kind. We were so proud when he was recruited by several colleges to play ball. Mark was even prouder when Alex accepted a full ride to play football for his alma mater, University of Georgia. He had such a bright future. It was all taken away in a flash, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
She sniffles and her tears puddle between the hair on my chest. “It was my worst nightmare. I spent his childhood worrying about every single decision I made. Worrying that I wasn’t making him eat right.
Letting him watch too much TV. Did I tell him I loved him enough?
Did I teach him how to be a good person?
But in the end, none of that worrying mattered.
One careless driver, and everything I did to keep him safe and healthy was meaningless. He was gone.”
She buries her face against my chest, and I hold her tight. There are no words for me to use to comfort her. I will never understand her loss. Losing a child has to be one of life’s cruelest nightmares. Since there’s nothing to say, I hold her and stroke her hair until she calms down.
She’s silent for a few minutes. No more tears or sobs. “I miss him, and I’m afraid I’m going to forget him.”
I roll her over so I’m hovering over top of her. I place my hand over her heart. “You’ll never forget him. He’s right here, and he’s not going anywhere.”
I gently kiss her lips and drop my forehead to hers. “Your heart is so full, Cami. I just hope there’s a little room left in there for me.”
She cups her hands on my face and pulls my mouth to hers. “I’m trying.” She kisses me. Slow and deep. There’s so much passion in this woman. I hope like hell she really is trying, and we can make something of this connection we share.
I reach over to the other side of the bed for Camille, but she isn’t there. Both the mattress and her pillow are cold. I groan in disappointment. I would’ve preferred to wake up with her still in my arms.