Chapter Twelve
Time was moving, but no good news was forthcoming.
Camila knew it was probably too soon to start hoping the cops had caught Adrien already. After all, they got the news not that long ago, she could at least give them some time to do their work, but the problem was, the longer he stayed off their radar, the higher the chances that he could escape from their notice was.
What would happen… if he actually manages to come here?
She didn’t think Adrien would be so stupid. But she was majorly worried, because she doubted Adrien was thinking rationally at the moment. And a smart person thinking irrationally was the scariest thing she could think of at that moment.
So the longer they went without positive news from the police, the longer she worried. Even when night came, she didn’t think she could eat or sleep with all the nervous energy running inside her body. Her stomach was an uncomfortable mess, and her heart wasn’t any better, her whole body trembling with her nerves.
What will happen if he comes here? She didn’t want to think about it, but it wasn’t as if it was an impossible occurrence, either.
When Samuel came back and saw her pacing around her bedroom with her arms wrapped around her stomach, she had to admit to herself that she was terrified. So when he quickly closed the space between them and pulled her into his arms, she went willingly. Her stomach still continued to churn, though, even as she shut her eyes closed and pressed her face against his chest, it wasn’t enough to make the worry go away this time.
“I’m really sorry about this, love. I know how scared you are,” Samuel murmured, his voice quiet. “Please, sweetheart, try not to worry so much, all right? The police are doing their job, and I’m here. I will protect you, Camila, I swear. Don’t worry…” He held her face gently between his hands and gazing into her eyes, he kissed her.
He kept saying words to reassure her, and Camila let herself take in the words. She wasn’t sure she fully believed them, but her worrying did reduce somewhat. Breathing out, she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her in a passionate kiss.
Samuel’s hands went to her waist, and then gripped her ass, pulling her up and supporting her weight as their kiss deepened. He kicked the bedroom door closed, and pressed her back to it as Camila wrapped her legs around his waist.
Camila pulled back long enough to rip her shirt over her head and toss it aside before returning to kiss him more. Her fingers gripped his hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed her jaw and then found that spot on her neck that drove her wild. “I want you,” she whispered.
That was enough to get Samuel to press her closer to the door, and one handed he held her there as he unfastened her jeans. Camila dropped her legs long enough for him to shove her jeans and panties down and she kicked them the rest of the way off. As soon as they cleared her feet, he pulled her back up and she once again wrapped her legs around his hips.
“You’re wearing too much,” she complained as he found her mouth again.
He chuckled deeply, and then pressed another rough kiss to her lips as he shed his own jeans. Leaning back, he allowed Camila to pull his shirt from him. Once it was off, he captured her lips again and he lifted her ass up just a bit hire before impaling her on his shaft.
Camila moaned into his mouth at the feel of him filling her. “Oh god…”
Samuel buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily. He gripped her hips and slid out to the tip, and then slammed home. “Come for me, sweetness,” he groaned huskily as he continued moving in and out of her. He slid a hand up her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall between them. Quickly, he grabbed it and flung it out of the way as he captured her nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, god, Samuel!” Camila shattered in his arms.
Samuel slid in and out of her a few more times and then he too came. “Camila!” he roared, pressing into her and shuddering as he shot his load in her tightness.
They were both breathing hard, panting against one another and the door. Camila started to giggle. She kissed him and he grinned. She moved her legs from his hips, allowing him to spill out of her. “That was… awesome,” she whispered as he leaned down and kissed her again.
Samuel, still trying to catch his breath, nodded and pressed his forehead to hers. “Agreed,” he murmured huskily. “We should get you cleaned up.” He pulled back just a little, but didn’t take his hands from her waist.
Camila nodded. “Mom and Bri are downstairs I think, probably waiting on us.”
“I know.” He sighed. “You know you don’t have to worry so much, right? The police are doing everything they can to catch him.”
“I know,” Camila said softly and nodded.
“Come on, let’s head in there and clean up.” Samuel gestured to the bathroom.
Camila smiled and went with him, allowing him to gently wash her down with a damp cloth. When she was clean, she redressed in the same clothes she’d been wearing and then brushed her hair.
Together they left the bedroom and headed down the front stairs to the living room. They walked into the living room with his arm wrapped around her. Her mom and Brianna were still sitting where she’d left them earlier and seemed to be waiting. They didn’t look like they had moved at all. When Samuel saw them, he sighed. Camila glanced at his face and noticed just how tired he looked.
He’s been worrying over this since yesterday,she remembered. He probably needed that as much as I did, she thought, thinking of their intimate moment minutes earlier. Camila watched him and she suddenly realized that he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep because of her. Her sleep had been fitful, but he’d held her through it. He’d been right beside her and awake when she went to sleep and still awake when she woke up this morning.
The least she could do was help him stop worrying about her. In that moment, she determined to stop worrying. She hoped it would lighten his burden just a little. Standing on her toes, she kissed him.
Ten minutes later, her worry was back when they heard a commotion outside, and it was a lot louder than before. The mansion was huge, with thick walls and windows, so the fact that they could hear perfectly from inside, meant there was a racket going on outside.