Just as she’d surprised him, Cam startled her with an abrupt change of position. Crunching his rock hard abs and wrapping an arm around her lower back, he locked her to him, stilling her movement. He issued a challenge for control with his dark blue eyes and, not with a little relief, she yielded.
Like she weighed nothing at all, he held her as he reversed their positions so he was on top of her, all six feet and more of him. He was heavy, but he kept most of his weight off with flexed arms. He started to thrust into her and…oh, it felt so very, very good. His tempo was steady and easy-going, which she loved and hated all at once. Even though she’d already come, that orgasm seemed only to whet her appetite for more.
“Feel good?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“Definitely.”
“I’m going to make you feel even better.”
“You already did,” she remarked, threading her fingers through his hair.
“I’m going to do it again. As many times as you can take.”
Eyes narrowed, she smiled. “Bring it, big boy.”
Big boy? She almost laughed at how stupid that sounded. But Cam didn’t seem to notice or care. He was now in barbarian mode. She could see a primal glint in his eyes. She could detect the difference in the force of his thrusts. They reverberated deep inside her, each one a jolting slam that grew stronger with each passing moment.
His hair grew damp with sweat and his kisses had an urgency to them. She strained to take him deeper, as deeply as he could go. She needed the release, more this time than the last, and she knew he would give it to her. If she knew one certain thing in this life, it was that he would follow through and make her come harder than she’d ever come before. He exuded that much masculine confidence and power. Not to mention stamina.
The slap of their bodies as they met over and over competed with his rough grunts as he strove for sexual completion. She did her best to meet his thrusts, but he was fucking her so hard she had to brace herself against the headboard or risk a head injury.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped.
He didn’t reply. Just kept pistoning his hips.
She felt the orgasm rise up and falter briefly before cascading over her in a hot torrent. It was glorious and seemed to last longer than any orgasm she could remember, even by her own hand. He kept thrusting throughout and then with a harsh cry, he came too. He ground his pelvis against her with force, but she welcomed it. The pressure on her clit just prolonged her own pleasure. She locked her legs behind his back just to keep him there as long as possible.
Eventually, their breathing resembled something like normal and he raised his head and kissed her. He tasted of salt and lust and everything that spoke to her as a woman who had just been fully and vigorously satisfied.
I’m never getting out of this bed, she thought as he nuzzled her neck. Ever. Contentment washed over her as she realized this was her life now. She could touch, kiss and make love with Cam virtually any time she wanted.
And boy, did she want.
It was kind of scary the power he had over her. All he had to do was give her a lazy, half-lidded smile and her hoo-hah went liquid in anticipation. Hell, truthfully, he didn’t even have to be in the room.
“I could get used to this,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Me too,” he said, giving her another long, lingering kiss. “Don’t be surprised if I come home after the game tonight wanting more.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said.
He grinned and lifted himself off her, stopping in surprise when the doorbell rang.
Dakota sat up. “Are you expecting someone?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “I’ll get my phone. I left it in the kitchen.”
He left, apparently unconcerned about his nakedness.
Dakota pulled her clothes back on hurriedly, worried it was Zinny getting dropped off early. But no, Natalie would have called. She met Cam in the kitchen where he was looking at his phone. The security camera showed a woman in a blouse, blazer and slacks and a brown leather cross-body messenger bag.
“Who is that?” she asked.
“No idea.”
The doorbell rang again. The dogs engaged in another round of raucous barking.
“Do you want me to get it? I have clothes on.”
He grinned. “That’s probably a good idea. This body is a little too much to spring on people all at once, you know.”
She rolled her eyes and headed for the front door as he went back into the bedroom.
Grabbing Zeus’s collar and tucking Gizmo against her side like a football, she opened the door. “Hello. Can I help you?”
The woman cleared her throat. “Is he friendly?”
“He’s a pussycat. See his tail wagging?”
Dakota released Zeus’s collar and he sniffed the lady’s shoes with slobbery enthusiasm. When she deemed he’d gotten enough of her scent to satisfy his curiosity, she hauled him back and shooed him toward the back of the house. He did retreat, but only as far as the doorway to the living room.
“What can I help you with?” Dakota asked.
“My name is Carol Bellamy-Jones,” the woman said. “I’m with Child Protective Services.”
Dakota froze at the words.
Child Protective Services.