“Touch your breasts.”
She looked up at him. He was still standing outside the shower. When she hesitated, he nodded. “Touch them like you’d touch them if I wasn’t here. To give yourself pleasure.”
She curled her hands around them, pulling her nipples between her fingers, and a pulse of pleasure shot down between her legs. Cam walked into the shower and lowered his head to kiss her again. She gasped at the sensation of his wet, naked body against hers.
His mouth set her pulse racing. Slowly, he slid a single finger between her legs, until it was barely touching where she needed him the most. Mia let out a gasp, as he traced a lazy circle around her, making her body clench with need.
Sliding his finger inside her, he curled it, searching for her pleasure points, his lips smiling against hers when he found it and she let out a moan. He circled inside her, his thumb teasing her until her mind was a swirl of pleasure and need. His kisses were hot, his movements rhythmic, and her body felt like it was burning from the inside out, water cascading over them as he brought her to the peak.
“Oh god, I’m going to…”
The words barely escaped her lips before he was pulling his finger out of her.
“Not until I’m inside you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers once more. He reached through the gap at the end of the shower, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. Then he was lifting her, turning their bodies until her back was against the tiles, his sheathed erection sliding against her wetness as the shower drenched them both.
She was shocked at how easily he held her. As though she weighed nothing at all. But then she looked at the corded muscles in his arms, and remembered that he was an athlete, trained to peak performance.
And damn, what a performance it was.
“You ready?” he asked, his gaze capturing hers. Mia let her head fall back against the tiles as he pulled her tighter against him, tucking her curves into his hard contours. He was there, the thick head of him pressing against her. She could feel as they connected, feel herself open up to him, and the hard ridged thickness of him as he slowly slid inside.
His eyes didn’t waver from hers. She felt captive in his gaze. She felt full, so full, that it took a moment for her to adjust.
Then he pulled back and slid forward again, and warmth pooled at the pit of her belly, making her thigh muscles tense, and her body clench around him. Cam let out a growl, then rolled his hips again, moving in a steady rhythm that set her on fire.
She could feel it building inside her. That teasing, aching delight that made her breath shorten and her back arch. She grasped tightly onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his warm skin, and he kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers as he sent her soaring.
She was on the edge, barely holding on.
“So good,” he rasped, taking her harder and faster against the wall. Then she felt it. The storm breaking inside of her, as she shattered into tiny pieces, her body clenching around him.
He was the only thing holding her up, as her muscles loosened into a honeyed mess. He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries, his thrusts relentless until he let out a low groan as he emptied inside her.
She expected him to collapse with her on the floor, or pull out and walk away, but instead he pinned her against the wall, his eyes drilling into hers. For a moment they were silent, enough for her to hear the rush of blood through her ears as the pleasure continued to pulse through her.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing wet strands of hair from her face.
She nodded, afraid if she actually said anything she might start crying. Not because she’d hated it, but because it had been so good. Being held by this man was the first time in forever she’d felt safe. Not alone.
Sliding his nose against hers, he kissed her again. This time softly, slowly, as though he had all the time in the world. Her throat felt thick as she kissed him back, using the moment to blink back the tears before they started.
Tightening his arms around her, he lifted her from the wall and gently set her on her feet. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I knew it! I read somewhere about athletes making the best kind of lovers. They have stamina, energy, and they always want to win.” Joanna sighed. “I’m so jealous I could spit.”
Mia put the phone a little closer to her ear, even though she was alone in her room and the boys should be fast asleep by now. But Joanna had a loud voice, and she didn’t want to take the chance that they’d be overheard.
“So what happened after the shower?” Joanna asked. “You can’t leave me hanging.”
“That’s what I said.” Mia bit down a grin.
Joanna giggled. “I’ve never been with a guy strong enough to hold me up for that long. I don’t suppose you can introduce me to his teammates.”
“Your boyfriend might have something to say about that,” Mia pointed out. “And anyway, I haven’t met any of his teammates. And I’m not likely to. This was a one time thing, remember? Get under him to get over the separation.”
“Ah, but you didn’t get under him.” Jo paused. “Or did you? What happened next? Come on, I’m living vicariously through you.”