Chapter 43
Stepping into the shower, I was immediately hit by the heat.
As I reached for the taps, trying to adjust the temperature to get it perfect, I heard the door close behind me.
I smiled, because I knew that when I turned around, Cam would be there, and best of all, he would be naked.
So I decided to take my time. I eked out the moment, lengthened it as much as I could, knowing full well that I was driving him mad.
I leaned a little to drive him even crazier as I turned the tap at a snail’s pace.
But when I was done and finally turned around, Cam had placed one shoulder against the wall, folded his arms and adopted a cool, chilled stance, clearly trying to call my bluff. He smiled at me.
‘I know you so well, even after all these years,’ he said, still in that put-on casual pose.
‘Prove it!’ I said, and leaned my back against the opposite wall, also crossing my arms to match his pose. The water rushed down between us, hot and steaming and just begging for us to step under it.
But Cam didn’t move a muscle. He just stared at me.
Stray drops of water were sliding down the hard lines of his body, making him glisten.
I hadn’t planned on making the first move; that would have been giving in, that would have been losing .
. . but what had Cam said? We were both going to win in this particular situation.
I lurched forward and shoved him against the wall. The slap of his back hitting the tiles echoed around the shower.
‘I knew you’d be the first to give in,’ he said, smirking at me.
‘I thought you said this wasn’t a competition, that there were no losers, only winners,’ I reminded him.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed my waist, spun me around and pushed me against the wall.
It was cold against the side of my face, but the water was hot.
‘And I can’t believe you fell for that,’ he said, forcing a knee between my legs and pushing them apart.
He leaned in close, lips against my ear.
‘You shouldn’t start fights you’re going to lose, Lizzy. ’
‘I always win,’ I hissed back, and clamped his knee between my legs as hard as I could.
Cam laughed. ‘You think I can’t get free?’
‘Try,’ I challenged.
‘Okay.’ But instead of pulling away, he wrapped his fingers around my ribcage and tickled me, just like he’d done that night all those years ago.
‘STOP! Oh my God, no!’ I squealed, and released his leg, desperately trying to get away from him.
When I’d calmed down somewhat, I turned to face him again. He was smiling at me, but not like before. This was a different kind of smile. The kind that took me right back.
‘Just like old times,’ he whispered, so softly it was barely audible over the sound of the water.
We moved towards each other, stopping just before the falling water, then both reached out at the same time and pulled each other in.
I kissed him. He kissed me back, and the water poured over our bodies, mingling with our lips and tongues.
He took my bottom lip between his teeth, tugged on it just hard enough that it was painful.
I groaned and grabbed at his shoulders, digging into them, scratching my nails down his back and pulling him against me.
I could feel how hard he was. He grabbed my hand and shoved it between our bodies, working it down until he found his cock.
He wrapped my hand around it and then closed his over mine, squeezing hard.
‘It’s all yours, Lizzy. Always has been.
’ I worked it between my hands, as much as the lack of space let me; he didn’t pull away to give me more room to manoeuvre, instead keeping his body pressed into mine.
He was moaning now, and his body was stiffening and then relaxing with each tight-fisted tug.
But then he stopped me. He reached down, grabbed the backs of my thighs and hoisted me onto him.
And this time I wasn’t going to fight him.
This time I was going to let him take control of the moment.
He stepped back, still carrying me, then lowered himself onto the tiled seat in the shower.
I was on his lap now, the perfect position for what I knew he was about to do, and I couldn’t wait for it.
Couldn’t wait to feel him fill me. His hand slipped down between us, and I braced myself for what was coming.
Only it didn’t come in the way I thought it would. It didn’t come hard, or fast, or rough.
‘Cam, what are you doing?’ I asked, looking down as he gently dragged the tip of his cock back and forth over me.
‘Taking my time,’ he said. ‘I’ve waited six years for this moment, and I’m going to savour every second of it.’
I didn’t want to fuck her. Not like before.
Not this time.
The hot water ran over our skin, and the steam from the heat curled around us, like we were shrouded in a veil, totally separate from the rest of the world.
She was on my lap, her legs wrapped around me, and before, it had been rough.
Urgent. Angry. We hadn’t made love – we’d devoured, clawed and sworn at each other. But not this time . . .
This time I wanted her to feel what I hadn’t been able to say to her all those years ago. I took my cock in my hand and teased her with it; found her clit and circled it with the softest, slowest of touches. I could see she was surprised that I hadn’t just slammed into her.
‘I missed you,’ I whispered against her neck. She didn’t answer, but her arms tightened around me. Her hips shifted in slow and steady motions, her movements meeting mine, and I knew she was going to come like this. Soon.
‘Come for me,’ I whispered, which seemed to be her final undoing. I felt her shudder against me, and to make sure I dragged it out fully, I lowered my head and pulled one of her nipples gently into my mouth. She let out another moan as I did, lengthening her orgasm.
When I finally did slide into her, it was slow. I was careful. I held her face in my hands and kissed her like she mattered. Kissed her like I was sorry we had wasted so much time. Kissed her like I loved her, because I did.
Her eyes were glassy when she looked at me, lips parted, breath catching in her throat. And for once, I didn’t tease. I didn’t joke. I didn’t provoke her for a reaction. And neither did she. We just were. Like we had been that morning so many years ago.
She moved her hips gently, matching my rhythm and speed. Her hands slid down my chest, then back up to my shoulders. I could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips.
‘I’ve got you,’ I whispered. ‘I’ve always had you.’
Her breath came out in short, sharp bursts and she buried her face in my neck as she started to come apart.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t wild. It was quiet and raw, and she stunned me with the most vulnerability I’d ever seen in her.
She looked me in the eyes before her entire body tightened around me, then she lowered her head and I held on to her.
And then I felt myself start to fall apart too.
I grabbed her waist and brought us together as hard as I could.
Pushing myself deeper into her as she came around me and I came too.
I pressed my face into her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her like I didn’t want to let her go.
Because I didn’t.
We stayed like that for the longest time. Wrapped up together until the water around us started to cool. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.
Because there were no words in the world sufficient to describe what we were feeling right now.