Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
S he lay on the floor, trying to catch her breath, Cam’s delicious weight still on her.
Wow . Saskia smiled at the ceiling. Sex had never been quite this intense or wild or amazing before.
He still hadn’t said anything. She bit her lip. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way.
“Um, was that good for you?”
He lifted his head. “Good?”
“Yes?”
“Sweetheart, if it got any hotter, we’d both be ash.”
Warmth filled her. “Oh. Good.”
He shifted, then rose, lifting her as he did.
She gasped. It was another sign of just how strong he was. He strode into his bedroom, then through into the bathroom, and set her down on the edge of the vanity.
“You on the Pill?” he asked.
That’s when she took conscious notice of the wetness between her legs.
Oh . “No. I haven’t needed it, and I prefer not to take it if I don’t have to.”
He held a washcloth under the faucet, then nudged her legs apart.
As he wiped her, she tried not to blush.
“I didn’t use protection, but I’m clean,” he said. “I…haven’t been with anyone since I got out of the hospital. And Vander makes us take regular health checks.”
“Okay. I’m healthy, too. We have regular checks for the company insurance. And—” she did a mental calculation in her head “—cycle wise, we should be fine.”
He threw the cloth in the sink, then cupped her chin. “Let me know if that changes.” He released a breath. “I said I’d protect you…”
“Cam.” She gripped his wrist. “It’s fine.”
“I didn’t mean to fuck you on the floor like an animal.”
Her chest hitched. “It was the best sex of my life.”
His head jerked.
“It was wild, and out of control, and no one’s ever wanted me like that.”
He stared at her for a beat, then slid a hand into her hair and kissed her. He pulled her off the vanity and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back.
He spun her and she saw their reflection in the mirror. Her belly clenched.
He rose up behind her, big and strong. He was all hard, ropey muscle, a contrast to the slender lines of her body. Her skin was so much paler than the deep tan of his. Her skin was smooth, and his was rougher, with nicks and scars.
His hands came up and cupped her breasts. She made a breathy sound.
“So beautiful.” He played with her nipples, and she writhed against him. Her nipples turned to hard buds, and she felt his cock hard against her ass.
“When I was on missions, out in the desert, trying to sleep in the dust and heat, there was nothing beautiful.” He watched her body’s response, entranced. “I never thought I’d have anything sweet or soft or beautiful again.”
“Cam.” She melted into his touch.
One big hand stroked down her body, then between her thighs. In the mirror, she watched as he caressed her. His gaze was on her body, his face close to reverent.
He stroked her folds. God, she was so wet. She felt like there was fire in her veins, and she couldn’t hold still.
She didn’t realize it was possible to desire someone so much.
“ That look. That look on your face.” His voice was deep, gritty.
Suddenly, he hauled her up and spun her. She felt the cool marble of the counter under her bare ass.
Cam dropped to his knees.
Those rough, scarred hands spread her thighs, and before she could get her bearings, he buried his face between her legs.
She cried out. She felt the scrape of his stubble on her delicate skin, his tongue doing amazing things. His single-minded intensity was almost frightening. As he sucked her clit, she gripped his short hair, wrapping one thigh around his head.
Husky cries ripped from her. She raised an arm above her head, needing something to hold onto. She pressed a palm to the mirror, lifting her hips to Cam’s marauding mouth.
Then she came. Hard . It was brilliant.
Her cries were still echoing off the walls when he pulled her off the vanity.
She was shaking, pleasure still rippling through her as he spun her. She gripped the edge of the counter, her gaze moving to the mirror.
Her belly cramped. God , his face.
It was hard, his scars standing out. He looked like a barbarian lord about to claim his war prize.
He shoved her feet apart, his hands moving over her ass. He opened the drawer, and she heard the crinkle of foil.
His gaze met hers in the mirror. One of his hands snaked around her, pressing against her belly.
She watched that rugged face as he thrust inside her.
Saskia arched, crying out his name. He covered her, his stubble scraping her neck, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he fucked her.
In that moment, nothing else existed. There was only the two of them, and the raw, intense pleasure of Cam’s big cock thrusting inside her.
His hand moved. She felt him stroke where they were joined, where his flesh was moving inside her. Then he worked her clit.
Saskia screamed. Sensations washed over her with sharp, searing pleasure. Her body shook, her inner muscles clenched down on his cock.
Cam thrust deep and buried himself inside her. He pressed his face to her neck, growling against her skin as he came.
They stayed like that, for how long she had no idea. Time didn’t seem to exist.
“You okay?” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
“Well, ‘okay’ seems a very tame word to describe how hard I just came.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “And you didn’t hurt me at all. In fact, I hope you’ll do it again soon.”
His lips quirked. “My ballerina likes getting fucked.”
“She likes getting fucked by you.”
He pulled her up and touched her hair. “I didn’t plan this. After fucking you on the floor, I planned for us to shower, then I was going to have you in my bed next.”
She grinned. “If you’re expecting any complaints, I’m not giving any.”
Then her legs wobbled.
He slid out of her and dealt with the condom. She watched him, and the flex of all those intriguing muscles.
Then he was back, sweeping her into his arms.
“We’re not due at the office for a while. Why don’t you rest for a bit?” He set her on the bed.
She grabbed his hand. “Only if you rest with me.”
“If I get in that bed, there won’t be much resting going on.”
“So?”
He stared at her.
“You’ve come twice,” she said. “Surely you can’t go again so soon.”
His brows winged up. “I’m already half hard just looking at you.”
Saskia’s gaze dropped. Her lips parted.
Oh . He wasn’t lying.
She licked her lips. “Get in the bed, Camden.”
He gave her a slow smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
* * *
Cam gripped Saskia’s hips as she rode him.
They’d rested. Resting had turned into exploring. It turned out his ballerina had a thing for his abs and chest. She’d stroked, licked, and memorized every inch of him.
He’d stroked that long body of hers all over, too. He had a new appreciation for just how flexible she was.
Saskia moaned, letting her head fall back as she rode his cock. The black rain of her hair was so damn beautiful.
“Get there, sweetheart.” He cupped her breast, toying with the pink nipple.
She looked at him, face flushed, hips working him.
He’d never seen anything so damn gorgeous.
“I’m close,” she panted. She scored her nails down his chest. “I love your body.”
He found her clit, swollen and sensitive.
She jerked.
“ Come ,” he ordered.
She did, moaning and shuddering. She collapsed on him, her hair everywhere.
Gorgeous .
“Kiss me, Saskia.”
She lifted her head. He buried his hand in her hair as she kissed him. He felt their connection, all the way to his soul. Like rain on parched ground.
Then he heaved up.
She gasped. He had her flat on her back, and took a second to appreciate the view of her spread naked on his bed, black hair spilling across the rumpled sheets.
Then he settled between her legs. She tucked her thighs against him.
His cock brushed against her, then he buried himself to the hilt in his Saskia.
She moaned his name. “I love you inside me. I need you to come inside me, Camden.”
Every slide inside her tight warmth ignited pleasure inside him.
“I’m going to think of you all day,” he said. “Your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. The sweet sounds you make when you come.” He picked up the pace, his thrusts so hard, her body rocked with every one.
She came again, and then Cam let go. He slammed home, the most intense orgasm hitting him. He strained through it, hips jerking.
He collapsed on the bed beside her, chest heaving. He pulled her tight into his arms. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat.
She reached for his hand and entangled their fingers.
“I didn’t know it was possible to have this much sex, all in one morning,” she said. “Especially mind-blowing, intensely amazing sex.”
He smiled into her hair. He felt so good, all his muscles relaxed. “It’d been a while for me.”
She turned and kissed his jaw. “You had a lot of sexual frustration to work out.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her mouth. “But don’t think for a second I won’t have you multiple times when the mood hits.”
She shivered. “Right, well, I’m going to get us some breakfast.” She sat up.
He started to sit too.
“No.” She slid off the bed. “You stay there. I get to spoil you for a change.”
She snatched one of his business shirts off a chair, and only did up a couple of buttons, making her look incredibly fuckable as she walked out.
He blew out a breath. Hell, when was the last time someone had wanted to spoil him?
A few minutes later, she came back with mugs of coffee and a plate of toast, sliced fruit, and some cheese he didn’t even know he had.
She handed him a mug and sat on the bed.
Cam leaned against the headboard. “Lose the shirt.”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t eat naked.”
He sipped his coffee. “Sure you can.”
She hesitated, but did it. She slid the fabric off. Her pretty tits and flat belly were all he could see.
She ate some cantaloupe. “So, we’ll go into the Norcross Security office?”
He nodded. “I want to see if Vander got anything out of the second guard. We need to flush Mikhailov out. The more of his assets the feds take, the more desperate he’ll get.”
“Maybe he’ll leave?” she said hopefully.
“Maybe.” But Mikhailov was old-school. He had to be seen as the big man, powerful. He’d want revenge, to save face. It didn’t matter. The man wasn’t getting to Saskia as long as Cam was breathing.
“You like working for Vander?” she asked.
He took a bite of toast, chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, more than I’d hoped. At first, it was just a job for when I got back. But Vander runs a tight ship, employs good people, and there’s a lot of interesting work. Work I have the skills for.”
“I’m glad.”
“You obviously love your dancing.”
“I do. It’s in my blood.” She fiddled with the sheet. “Our father left when I was a baby. Killian fell into the man-of-the-house position, helping out our mom.” Saskia wrinkled her nose. “He also has the personality for it.”
“You love him.”
“Yes. It was hard when he finished school and left, but I knew he was destined for more. I wanted him to fly. I had no idea he was a spy, of course. He always sent birthday and Christmas presents.” A sad look crossed her face. “But in those early years, he didn’t get home much.”
“You missed him.”
“So much. Then my mom got sick. Well, she’d always been a little unwell, fragile.
She had a thyroid disorder that left her tired and weak, and I think an undiagnosed mental illness, as well.
While Killian was around, she managed, but things deteriorated after he left.
She took up drinking and depended on sleeping pills to self-medicate, and I took up dancing.
It was a lifeline, an escape. Whenever I was at practice, in those moments, being one with the music, there was nothing wrong or painful.
Everything was beautiful, filled with hope and inspiration. ”
Cam felt emotion swell in his chest. “What happened?”
“I tried to get my mom to see someone, but she insisted there was nothing wrong. I was eighteen when she accidentally overdosed on sleeping pills.”
“Saskia…” He took her hand.
“I was legally an adult, but I was so alone. I threw myself into my dancing. I couldn’t keep our larger apartment, so I found a smaller place, worked extra jobs, and finished school. I had no way to contact Kill. He was out of the country, somewhere.”
“Dancing got you through,” Cam said quietly.
“It saved my life.” She swallowed. “Killian finally came home, and was so angry at himself when he found out mom had died and I was alone.” She smiled.
“He got me into a better apartment. And I auditioned for the dance company. A few years later, he moved back to New York and started Sentinel Security.”
“I’m glad you have him.”
“Me too. And you’re close with your brothers.”
“Yeah. And our mom. I already told you that we lost Dad a few years back.” Cam felt unsettled, shifting on the pillows. “My family have all been worried, since I came home.”
She moved closer. “Because they love you. And because your brothers have been through it, themselves.”
Cam paused, emotions churning. “That last mission. It was my fault we ended up fucking walking into an ambush.”
“Cam—”
“My fault my best friend, Kris, died. One minute he was alive, tough as hardened steel, a hell of a soldier. Next, he was in bits. Legs gone.” God, Cam would never forget the blood. The gurgle in Kris’ chest.
“It’s not your fault. War is horrible. You take terrible risks for your work.”
“We caught an Afghani villager spying on us. He was so thin. I…couldn’t face tying him up. There was a risk he’d die out there, of exposure.” Cam dragged in a deep breath. “There was also a risk that he’d give us away to the Taliban.”
She gripped Cam’s arm. “Oh, no.”
He gave her a tight nod. “I let him go, and then they knew we were coming.”
“Oh, Cam.” She wrapped her arms around him. “You faced an impossible choice.”
He shuddered, and his arm snapped closed around her. “Every night, I dream of Kris. Of him stepping on the explosives. I shout at him to stop, but he doesn’t hear me. Then I’m blown off my feet, covered in Kris’ blood.”
“Hold on. Just hold on.” She rocked him. “You haven’t talked about this to anyone before, have you?”
“No.” He pressed his face to her neck. “Why are you so easy to talk to?”
She pressed her lips to his. “Because I’m yours.”