Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sue
He took my hand, guiding me toward the bathroom.
When I stepped inside, I gasped. The room was transformed.
The bathtub was filled with steaming, lavender-scented water, rose petals floating above.
Candles flickered on every available surface, casting the space in a soft, golden glow.
A plush towel and a silk robe I didn’t recognize were draped over the counter.
I turned to Cam, stunned. “Did you—”
“I did.” His voice was low, rough around the edges. “Thought you might need a little pampering. I know it’s a cliché, but… it’s a cliché for a reason.” His mouth quirked in a sensual smile.
Once more I was speechless. How could I find the right words? No one had ever spoiled me like this. I didn’t care it was a cliché. I had never been clichéd like this. The fact that he’d gone to all this trouble for me blew my mind.
“Thank you,” I managed eventually. “This is exactly what I needed. It’s as if you’ve read my mind.”
He stepped behind me, his fingers brushing my shoulders as he leaned in to whisper against my ear. “What you need is my priority.”
A shiver ran down my spine, as though his hot breath was caressing my skin all at once.
I turned to face him, tilting my head. “Are you getting in with me?”
“Am I invited?”
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one. “You couldn’t get out of this even if you wanted to.”
His smile deepened as I worked my way down, dragging my fingertips lightly over the exposed skin. The muscles of his chest tensed beneath my touch, his breath growing heavier.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.
I looked up at him, my lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “You’ve turned me into a pyromaniac.”
I pushed the fabric from his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor.
His body was breathtaking, his skin warm as my fingers slid over his beautifully rounded pecs.
My fingertips found his nipples, and he caught his breath sharply, then reached for the hem of my sweater.
He lifted it over my head, his knuckles grazing my sides as he tugged it free.
My nipples peaked against the lace of my bra, the anticipation making me dizzy.
The obsessive rhythm of that Spanish guitar was the spice that set my senses on fire.
“I never thought Flamenco was such an aphrodisiac,” I whispered.
“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” he murmured in return.
He trailed his fingers down my waist, then moved to the clasp at my back. The man had a surgeon’s precision when it came to undressing me. My bra came loose, and as he slipped it down my arms, his gaze darkened—from smooth espresso martini to something straight-up intoxicating.
“Damn.” He brushed a reverent thumb over my bare breast. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how perfect you are.”
Heat pooled between my thighs, my entire body tingling from that single, simple touch.
His hands drifted lower, getting rid of my skirt, leaving me in only a scrap of lace.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid my panties down, his knuckles brushing my thighs, touching me with the same determined grace the singer caressed his guitar.
He straightened and, without breaking eye contact, reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open.
I swallowed as he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard, thick, smooth erection.
“Ready to get clean?” he asked gruffly.
“I thought we were going to get dirty.”
I trailed my fingers down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles tightened beneath my touch.
He caught my wrist before I could go any lower. “Get into the tub, Susanne.”
My skin tingled at the gravel in his tone, but I obeyed, stepping carefully into the hot, rose-scented water.
The heat engulfed me gradually, unwinding every sore muscle in my body.
Cam slid in behind me, the water sloshing as his legs settled on either side of mine.
The warmth of the bath was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I melted into him with a sigh, letting the tension pour away from my muscles.
“Good?” he murmured against my ear.
“Oh, yeah. I dreamed about this all day, but my wildest fantasies couldn’t get close to what was waiting for me.”
His lips brushed the shell of my left ear, lingering there. “Did you know that no two ears are alike? They’re like fingerprints—completely unique.” His voice dropped, teasing. “I would know you anywhere just from this one.”
A laugh escaped me, low and breathless. “You’ve been studying my ears?”
“Among other things,” he said, nibbling gently. “But yes. I happen to be very fond of this particular one.”
“Have at it,” I whispered, melting a little more.
“I plan to.”
While his mouth was busy, his hands started to explore, gliding along my arms, then down to my stomach, caressing me under the water. I tipped my head back against his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he whispered.
A shudder ran through me as his hands drifted lower; his fingers trailed softly over my stomach, the heat of his palms igniting sparks across my skin.
I was completely boneless against him, melting into the warmth of the bath and the strength of his body.
Time seemed to stop as we lay together in the tub, watching rose petals idly drift across the water, and steam dance lazily in the air.
“I could stay like this forever.” My voice barely made it past a sigh, my limbs loose and unwilling to move.
“Tempting.” Cam’s fingers ghosted up my ribs. “But I have other plans for you tonight.”
My eyelids fluttered open. I didn’t dare ask what those plans were. I was a fan of show rather than tell.
After I stepped out of the tub, Cam reached for a plush towel, running it over my skin with slow, reverent care.
I mirrored his movements, taking another towel and gliding it over his damp skin.
It occurred to me that he hadn’t even kissed me tonight, yet he had my body on fire for hours. How was that even possible?
I looked up at him. “What now?”
A slow smile spread across his lips. “Dessert.”
He finally lowered his mouth to mine. I was so hungry for him I melted into the kiss with my entire body, dragging my fingers up through his hair and pulling him closer.
His lips were urgent, his tongue demanding as he plundered my mouth.
I was drunk on the taste of him, desperate to feel him closer, to get more of him, all of him.
I bit at his lips, exploring his mouth with my tongue, grazing my teeth along his stubbled jaw, digging my fingers into the rippling muscles of his shoulders and back.
We stumbled our way into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, me on top of him. His erection pressed hard against my stomach, and I parted my thighs to straddle him. When he lifted me against him I was slick with desire, my wetness sliding up his length.
He groaned, clasping my ass and pressing me tighter against him. “You’re killing me.”
His head fell back against the pillow, and I seized the opportunity, sliding my tongue over his jaw and down his throat, relishing the sharp catch in his breath. My nails skimmed lightly down his chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle, feeling the tremble in his abs as I moved lower.
This was the finest dessert I’d ever tasted, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He smelled like clean skin and lingering cologne, warm and intoxicating.
When I flicked my tongue over his nipple, his entire body jerked beneath me.
A low, hungry sound vibrated in his chest as I brushed my mouth over his abdomen, then even lower.
I didn’t hesitate for a second and didn’t give him time to hesitate either before I flicked my tongue over the velvety tip. He gripped the sheets with a deep moan, and I could feel him tremble under my touch, holding back and holding on for dear life as I closed my mouth around him.
“Sue...”
“Shh. Now, let me take care of you.”
I trailed my tongue over him, up and down, using my mouth and fingers to explore his length.
I could feel he was still struggling for control, and I was determined to make him let go.
I surrounded him with my lips, moving slowly at first, then faster, licking, rubbing, building pressure until he cursed breathlessly, his control shattering in hot, liquid surrender.
He shook uncontrollably under me, his fingers raking through my hair, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
I looked up at him and smiled slowly, tenderly. His glassy eyes were fixed on mine as he reached for me, guiding me up his body until our mouths were sharing breath again.
“You didn’t have to do that.” His voice was little more than a gruff whisper, his fingers still tangled in my hair.
I smiled against his skin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his chest. “I know.” I dragged my lips up his neck, whispering against his ear. “I wanted to.”
I felt his smile against my temple as he laid a kiss there.
Moments later, I turned my head to look at him. He was watching me, still hazy with pleasure, but sharp with intent. Lazily, his hands slid up my sides, brushing over my waist and ribs before settling firmly on my hips.
A slow grin spread across his face. “My turn.”
A shiver ran down my spine at those two quiet words, charged with promise.
Before I could catch my breath, he flipped us with fluid ease, his strong body pressing me gently into the mattress.
He held himself just above me, his lips curling in that wicked, knowing smile that made my heart pound and my core clench with need.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confessed, brushing my hair back from my face.