“I’m all yours.”
Evan removed Cam's pants and boxer briefs in one slide, lifting her head to his impressive erection. Holding the base in her fist, she traced her tongue around the head. Evan tasted him, teased him, sensing his breath catch and his body tense. She had never done this before, but instinct guided her. That, and Cam's muttered Spanish when she took him in her mouth.
Still sensing his restraint, Evan repeated her plea, “Don’t hold back.” With a growl, Cam's strong hands came under her arms. He lifted Evan and threw her on the bed.
“My turn,” he said.
Cam snagged a condom from his pants pocket and followed. Holding her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Evan supported herself on her elbows as he lifted one leg at a time and draped them over his shoulders. The look he gave her had her squirming. This wasn’t about him or her; it was about the space between them, the short distance that seemed to vibrate with their colliding attraction. His head disappeared between her legs.
Evan stared down in amazement. The combination of skill and unadulterated pleasure was mesmerizing. More than that, though, Cam seemed to understand her desire on a molecular level—what she needed, what felt just right as if her body, her need, were his own. Sensation consumed her, and she fell back onto the bed. Her legs dangled over his shoulders, her heels digging into his back. Cam was a beast of fierce precision, working her with fingers and tongue until she exploded, her body ignited and dazed, like fireworks on a hazy night.
Cam stood at the foot of the bed, sheathed and erect. She inched back to the headboard, and Cam prowled over her, his hips spreading her thighs. She looked into his beautiful face, and he ran reassuring fingers across her cheek.
Then he drove into her. Evan gasped and shouted, gripped by the sheer intensity. Like an ocean wave, it crashed, retreated, and crashed anew. She held onto his shoulders. She could tell he was checking without asking directly. He read her face, her body. When he was satisfied with what he sensed and saw, and she tipped her hips to encourage him, he continued the onslaught. He braced himself above her with one thick arm. His other hand was everywhere, pinching her nipples, caressing her thighs, squeezing her ass. He fucked her with relentless determination, plunging into her again and again like he couldn’t get close enough.
Like he wanted to fuse their souls.
The very thought of it ripped the orgasm from within her, the blast as much mental as physical—the bond they formed, all-encompassing. The dam burst again like a movie reel backing up and replaying, her cries drowned out by Cam's as ecstasy consumed them.
After an eternal minute, he lifted his head and brushed the sweat and tears from her face. Then, still buried within her, he gently kissed her lips and asked, “You okay?”
“No. I was okay when I got my muffin at the bakery.” She wrapped the auburn curl that had flopped onto his forehead around her finger. “I am incredible.”
“Yes, you are.” He ran his nose down the length of hers.
Evan took a deep breath as he withdrew. Cam rolled to the side, bringing her with him. Words of love were on her tongue, but they didn’t leave her mouth. She was still learning this man, but she knew with every fiber of her being that she loved him, loved Cam. Despite promising herself she would be bold, her shyness kept her silent.
“What are your plans for the holidays?” he asked.
“Um, well, I planned to catch up on some reading, and I’m submitting a new proposal for my dissertation.”
“You’re spending Christmas alone?” He traced a line down her arm.
“My dad's traveling, and my mom and stepdad are visiting his son in Texas. I don’t mind.”
“Baby, pack a bag.”
Baby. Her whole body tingled at the endearment. The man holding her was everything.
“Okay.”
Cam laughed. “Don’t you want to know where we’re going?”
“It doesn’t matter. I trust you. Wherever you take me, I’m sure it will be an adventure.”