Cam’s heart banged a mile a minute as Blue sailed past him. He’d put Tawny to bed less than an hour earlier and had checked on her ten minutes ago. She was fast asleep, curled up in the corner, snuggled among a posse of stuffed animals.
He had the place to himself.
The air crackled with energy—an unseen force that sizzled and sparked red-hot desire. Did she feel what he did? He and Blue had been dancing around this moment for weeks now. Hell, months even. The first time they met, sparks had flown. Of course, he’d been too stupid to recognize what those sparks were. But that was okay. It would make tonight sweeter. Hotter. He just had to keep his shit together, because no way was he going to rush this. Blue needed time, and this had to be done on her say.
“Do you want—” he began.
“No,” she interrupted him.
To have a drink?
She read his mind. “I don’t want a drink.” She moved closer. “I don’t to want to chill or watch a movie or eat popcorn.” She was so close now, he could feel the heat from her body. “I don’t want to talk or listen to music.” She touched his chest. “And I don’t want to cuddle on your sofa either.” She turned her face up, and it took everything in Cam not to grab her mouth with his and kiss her senseless.
“I want to feel what it’s like to be with you. To touch you. For you to touch me.” She smiled then, a small sort of thing, as if just realizing her power. “I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me. I want to know if…” She caught herself and blushed, looking away quickly as if her bravado had fled.
“What?” he prodded gently.
Blue worried her bottom lip and eventually met his gaze. “I’ve never…” She swallowed hard. “That is, I’ve…I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm.”
Cam was surprised. Most women he knew could take care of business on their own and they were more than capable of telling him exactly what they needed. But Blue wasn’t most women. She was about as far away from the sex-kitten persona most folks in town associated with her as he was from the damn moon.
“Maybe I have,” she whispered.
A nervous tic pulsed beside her mouth, and Cam reached for her then, kissing it away softly as he pulled her into his arms. He inhaled the fresh scent in her hair and felt his whole body tighten with desire.
“Bluebell, if you have to wonder whether or not you’ve had an orgasm, then there’s no way in hell you have. But that’s okay, darlin’.” He cupped her butt and drew her closer yet. “You’ll know exactly how amazing it feels when I make you come.” He felt her shudder. “And I will do whatever it takes to make that happen for you. But you’re in the driver’s seat. We go at your pace, and if you want to stop, just tell me.”
“I don’t want to stop, but I’m a little nervous.” She exhaled a shaky breath and looked away. “So stupid, I know.”
“No,” Cam said gently. “You’re not stupid.” He bent forward and pressed a light kiss to that spot below her ear—the one he adored. “You’re beautiful and open and honest.” She shivered against him, and he smiled. “You like that?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
He worked his way back up and claimed her mouth in a kiss that rocked his world. She tasted like heaven, and the feel of her, the velvety wetness drove him mad. His tongue and lips created havoc, and she squirmed against him, chest heaving, color high.
“You like that too?”
“God, yes,” she uttered throatily, arching her back slightly so he had no choice. With one deft move, Cam pulled her sweatshirt over her head, and, sweet Jesus she was naked beneath it. Her breasts were softly rounded—just enough to fill his large hands—and he cupped them carefully, dipping his head and settling his warm mouth over her puckered nipple.
She groaned, and he smiled, enjoying the moment. “I take it you like that too.”
“Love it,” she replied, her hands now sunk into his hair, holding his head in place as he worshiped her with his mouth and fingers. She swelled at his touch, and he made good work of his long rough fingers, running the pads over her sensitive skin. Each time he did, she moaned and his cock twitched something fierce. He was heavy with need, and Cam had to take a moment to settle down. He was ready to go, but the woman in his arms needed to go slow.
He kissed her again, a scorching touch that left them both breathless, and then he scooped her into his arms. He headed for the large faux fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was thick and soft, and he laid her down onto her back. She immediately reached for him, and they kissed, long, slow, and heated.
She tugged at his shirt, and he tossed it.
She grabbed for his belt, and his nimble fingers helped.
He doffed his jeans and eased Blue out of her sweatpants. No black or red thong. Just a sweet pair of pink cotton panties. To Cam, they were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He bent over her. Reached for them. But then paused and looked up.
“You ready for this?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hiking up her hips so he could get the job done. Cam pulled off her panties and hoped like hell she couldn’t see him shake. He was so close to the edge, his skin wet with sweat, his muscles tight and corded. He massaged Blue from the bottom of her feet, up her calves and then her thighs. By the time his mouth followed his hands, her legs had fallen open and she was panting. He held himself over her, bending for another kiss, her soft wet lips ready for him. At the same time, he caressed the inside of her thigh and then slowly edged his fingers inside her.
She immediately stiffened, and he felt the change. “Don’t stop,” she begged, but he knew she wasn’t ready. “Please, Cam.”
He was stuck somewhere between moving forward and full stop.
“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. “You okay?” Her body was wet and ready, but her mind wasn’t there. Not yet.
“I think I need a minute.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, noting the uncertainty in her eyes. “Like I told you. You’re calling the shots.”
He eased his body off and pulled her into his arms.
“There’s something wrong with me,” she whispered hoarsely.
“No. Never think that. It’s your body. Your say.”
She was quiet, tracing his jawline with her fingers. “No one gets me the way you do.” Her words were whispered. Urgent. “Sex has always been a problem for me. I never really cared for it. Didn’t know what the fuss was about. And now that I do care…” Her voice caught, and he hugged her close. “I want it to be good for you, and I…I don’t want to be awful at, you know, doing it.”
He smiled into her neck. “Bluebell, I can tell by the way you react to me, when we finally get down to business, it’s going to be mind-blowing.”
Long moments passed filled with fast-beating hearts and heavy breaths. Cam ached for her, but no way was he pushing it. If he had to wait weeks or months to finally sink inside Blue, he would. Because she was worth the time and respect. And never had it mattered more to him.
“Touch me again.” She rose up onto her elbows and stared down at him. “Put your fingers inside me.”
Cam kissed the tips of her breasts, eyes on her face as he slowly eased his fingers back inside her heat. Carefully, he massaged, crooking his fingers just so, seeking that sweet spot that would make her come. With his thumb on her clitoris and those long fingers deep inside her, Blue began to gyrate, moving with his motion, her breaths coming quicker as she began to moan.
“I feel something,” she whispered.
“What do you feel?” His voice was guttural, his control rail thin.
“Oh, Cam…yes, just like that.” Her head flipped back, and she whimpered. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he kissed her, taking her scream into himself as she came.
“That’s it, Blue. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grabbed a condom from his jeans and quickly slipped it over his aching cock. She lay there, legs open, desire glistening on her skin, and it drove Cam crazy.
“You ready for more?” he asked hoarsely.
Her answer was to touch him. To guide his cock straight into her. Cam didn’t go slow—he couldn’t. He rocked hard, and she met his thrust with equal passion. Legs locked behind his hips, her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on. They were joined in an ancient rhythm, their bodies melted together by desire and something stronger.
“God, I can feel it again,” she said, biting his chest. It was a moment Cam would remember forever. The sound of her voice. The feel of her skin. The scent of their lovemaking.
He held on as long as he could and then came, growling his pleasure as his body released. He felt her shudder one last time and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
There were no words. They didn’t need them.
“I’m hungry,” she said lightly, tracing his chest with her fingers. He tossed her his T-shirt, and as she slipped it over her head, he pulled on his jeans. She settled on the counter while he heated up leftover pizza.
“This is a good look on you,” he said, handing her a piece. Her mouth was bruised from his kisses. Her cheeks were red from the stubble on his chin. And her eyes glittered like blue diamonds.
“I’m half-naked,” Blue replied, biting off the end of her slice.
“Like I said,” Cam replied with a wicked grin. “Good look.”
They ate in silence for a few moments, the quiet of the house enveloping them in a blanket of familiarity Cam wasn’t used to. Unnerved, he cleared his throat.
“Tell me something about yourself I don’t know.”
Her eyebrows shot up, and she paused, a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth. “I can recite the entire alphabet backward.”
“Yeah?” He grinned at that.
“What about you?”
“I’m allergic to bees.”
He could see her surprise. “That’s kind of dangerous considering your job.”
“It’s why I carry an EpiPen when I’m working.” He paused. “What’s the one place you’ve never been that you’re dying to see?”
She chuckled. “So we’re playing the question game.”
He liked this side of her. Light and happy and sporting one hell of a sex glow. “Yeah. We are.”
She settled back a few more inches, legs slightly spread as she watched him. It took everything Cam had not to let his eyes wander to the prize hidden in the shadows between her legs.
“I bet if you asked that question to one hundred people, your answers would be places like Paris, Ireland, Greece, Australia,” she said slowly. “But I want to go to Sable Island.”
“Sable Island?” Cam frowned. “Never heard of it.”
She shrugged. “I don’t suppose a lot of people know about it. It’s an island off the coast of Nova Scotia.” She paused, a sly grin on her face. “You do know where Nova Scotia is, right?”
“Sure do. What’s so special about this particular island?”
“Well, aside from the fact that the natural beauty is breathtaking.” Her grin widened. “There are hundreds of wild horses running free.” Her voice caught, and she looked away. “They’re untouched by humanity. Untouched by anything not meant to be there.” She shrugged. “I guess it sounds corny, but there’s something incredibly romantic about that kind of freedom. Nothing can touch them.”
He wanted to kiss her again—and would have—but she looked up at him expectantly. “What about you? Where would you go if you could go anywhere tomorrow?”
“Middle Earth.”
“What kind of answer is that?” she asked with a chuckle.
He leaned in. “You’re not a Lord of The Rings girl, are you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not.”
“That’s going to change.” He cocked his head. “Favorite movie?”
“The Man from Snowy River.”
“Sounds like a chick flick.”
“It totally is. But there’s lots of horses. Yours?” She was looking at him like the pizza wasn’t satisfying her hunger. Made him want to bang his chest.
“Goonies.”
She dragged her gaze back up to his face. “Sounds about right.”
He was hard again. So fucking ready to sink deep inside her and hold her close so that he could feel her frantic heartbeat and smell her arousal.
“Are we through asking questions?” Cam stood back, and her eyes fell to the bulge between his legs. She licked her lips and was done for. Did she answer him? Who the hell knew? He slid his hands underneath her T-shirt, and seconds later, she was naked.
With an animalistic growl, he scooped Blue into his arms and headed for his bedroom. It was going to be a long night, and for once, he was perfectly fine with that.