“Basically. I just want your help making it perfect.”
“We’ll help as soon as you admit you felt the zing,” his father insisted.
“I felt it.” Cam sensed his face coloring.
“I knew it!” Aaron Canto cheered.
“But not at first. The first time I met her, she threw up on me, punched me in the face, and flipped me off.”
His mother laughed and pulled her legs beneath her. “Sounds like the start of an epic love story.”
After telling his parents the story, leaving out some of the details so Evan could share them at dinner, he returned to his childhood bedroom. He stood in the doorway, staring at her sleeping form. Just like in the caves, he knew her in the dark. She had scooted into the space he had occupied and was lying on her side, hugging his pillow with one hand; the other was stretched across the mattress, seemingly seeking him out. He obliged.
Stripping off his T-shirt and sweatpants, Cam crawled into the bed in gray boxer briefs and pulled her close. She slipped her knee between his thighs and pressed against his side; her breasts, through the thin fabric of her camisole, rubbed against his bicep.
Who needed sleep?
Cam slid down, dragging her panties down as he went, and draped a long smooth leg over his shoulder. Evan arched her back and bent her other knee. With that subtle green light, he buried his face between her legs. God, this woman, every muffled moan, every curl of her toes against his shoulder, every clench of her fist in his hair drove him mad. She tasted like oranges dipped in honey, and he wanted to devour her. Her body was the map guiding him to her treasure. She tensed as he stroked her with his fingers and tongue pulling the orgasm from deep within her.
When he lifted his head, she was watching him through drunken eyes. She opened her arms, and he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and settled between her hips.
“Next time, I’d like to watch you do that,” she whispered.
“Would you now?”
“It's just so erotic.”
He positioned himself at her entrance and stroked her face. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of a mirror, mi amor? Would you like that? Would you like to see what I do to you?”
He thrust as she gasped, “yes.”
Well, well, well, his little mouse was as adventurous in the bedroom as she was everywhere else. Interesting. Their sex was already off the charts. Cam had never been with a woman long enough to explore their sexuality together. The thought of doing it with Evan had his erection throbbing as he thrust inside of her.
“Cam,” she breathed against his neck.
“Again,” he commanded.
“Cam. Cam.” Every time she said his name, a painful wound inside him healed.
Together they exploded.
When they awoke again, it was to an overcast day and voices coming from downstairs. Cam reached for his phone on the nightstand to check the time.
“It's eleven. I haven’t slept this late in ten years.” He yawned.
Evan snuggled close. “I’m usually up at six. I guess all the traveling took its toll.”
“Nah, I think I wore you out.”
They had been awake until dawn, exploring each other with a hunger that never seemed to ebb. She nuzzled his neck. “You always smell so good, like ocean air.”
“You smell like sex. Like I’ve been at you all night. Damn, I’m hard again, but from the sound of it, at least one of my sisters is downstairs with her kids.”
“Oh my God, it's Christmas.” She shot up in the bed.
Cam pulled her back to his side. “Relax, baby. My sisters do Christmas at their homes. They’re not due to come here until this afternoon.”
“Then what are we listening to?”