gripped Cam's arms hard enough to leave bruises and struggled to contain the swift surge of pleasure. 'Jesus Christ.'
'I love the way you feel,' Cam grated, pushing deeper between Blair's thighs with the force of her whole body behind it. Blair's fingers dug into her flesh. Cam moved her hand from Blair's breast to behind her shoulders, then pulled her lover roughly against her, simultaneously stroking rapidly inside her. Blair clung to her, both arms now wrapped tightly around her neck-her face, damp with perspiration and the sweet sheen of sex-pressed to Cam's neck.
Cam breathed in Blair's ear, 'I love to fuck you.'
'Do it, just do it.'
Before the words had completely left her throat, Blair bucked on Cam's hand, then grew rigid, crying out helplessly as wave upon wave of pleasure ripped through her.
When Blair finally quieted, sagging back on the stool, her back propped against the breakfast counter for support, Cam spread her arms on either side of her and leaned close, pressing her hips into the still tender places that made Blair gasp. With her lips brushing the outer edge of Blair's ear again, she growled, 'I love you. Don't ever forget that.'
Then, her legs still shaking from exertion and arousal, Cam stepped away, rapidly tucking in her shirt with trembling hands.
'What are you doing? Blair asked, her voice thick with the lingering lassitude of satisfaction.'
'I need to get out of here. I'm on duty, remember?'
'Are you out of your mind?' Blair laughed, her tone stronger this time. 'Tell me you're not ready to come.'
Cam grinned a little shakily. 'What doyou think?'
'Think? Iknow . Get over here and let me take care of you.'
'I shouldn't. Really-I have things I have to do.'
'Uh-huh.' Indolently, Blair pulled her T-shirt the rest of the way off and ran one hand up her bare abdomen and over her breasts. 'If you leave here the way you are now, everyone downstairs is going to know. You're shaking. You look like you're about to explode out of your skin.'
As she talked, Blair absently brushed her fingers over one nipple, bringing it back to taut arousal. Cam couldn't take her eyes off those sensuous fingers. When Blair squeezed her own breast, her breath catching audibly as her hips lifted in invitation, Cams head reeled.
'Fuck it. Pushing into the space between Blair's spread thighs', Cam rapidly unbuckled her belt and opened her trousers. Then, she grasped the counter on either side of Blair's body and leaned down to kiss her. Arms outstretched, locked in place, she waited for the touch that she knew would devastate her.
Smiling against Cam's mouth, Blair pushed past the zipper and under the last barrier of material, then slid her fingers along her rigid length and circled back up again, reveling in the swift jerk of Cam's hips into her palm. Cam's breath rasped in her ear, a choking desperate sound that might have been pain, but she knew it wasn't.
She could have teased her-she loved to tease her, but this time she knew neither of them could bear it. She worked her clitoris under her palm as she stroked back and forth through the hot swollen tissue, bringing Cam rapidly to the edge and then mercilessly driving her over. Cam shouted as she climaxed, shuddering in Blair's arms, the weight of her body collapsing into orgasm almost enough to make Blair come again, too. As if it were the first time, Blair held her and trembledbreathless with the wonder of loving her.
Chapter Nineteen
Ten minutes later, Cam stood at the door, brushing a strand of damp hair from Blairs cheek.
«Ill be back tomorrow. Noon at the latest. If theres any delay, Ill call you from DC.
«Okay. Blair regarded her seriously, her gaze probing Cams face. 'The photograph of you in the bar last nightdoes it have anything to do with the call in San Francisco?'
'I don't know,' Cam said after a moment's hesitation. 'there are too many things that don't make sense right now. I'm hoping I'll be able to find some answers in DC.'
'Are you going to tell me?'
'Blair,' if there were an...investigation into...irregularities, you could be called to testify. Anything you know about me-or information I've shared with you-would be fair game. I can't put you in that position.'
'I'm your lover, Cam,' Blair insisted quietly, realizing she had never before thought of herself that way in relationship to another person. It was so much more than physical, and the thought of being excluded from Cam's life bothered her. 'I want to know what's happening to you.'
Cam brushed her thumb across Blair's cheek and let her fingers trail over her neck to her shoulder. With her palm lightly stroking Blair's bare upper arm, she murmured, 'I don't want to keep secrets from you, but there's more than just us involved.'
'You can't forget who I am, can you?' Blair said, her tone more sorrowful than accusatory.
'You're a lot more to me than the First Daughter,' Cam replied, her tone gentle. 'When you're not angry with me, you remember that, right?'
'I'm not angry with you now. I just can't stand feeling like there's something standing between us, even though I know what you said makes sense. Ihate that I'll miss you the minute you walk out the door, and I'll worry about what's happening to you, and I'll wonder about who you're with.'
'Do you really hate those things?' Cam's eyes had gone gray black and they bore into Blair's.
'No,' Blair whispered, resting her palm under Cam's jacket over the place where her heart beat beneath. 'God, no.'
'I promise I'll tell you as much as I can.'
'All right. I don't like it, but I'll accept that for now.'
'Thank you.'
Blair rubbed her hand lightly back and forth over Cam's chest. 'Youll be careful, right?
'Swear.' Cam kissed her, gently this time, without the urgency of earlier passion but with the certainty of belonging. 'Dont disappear on Mac if you go out, okay? Take someone with you, no matter where youre going.
Sighing, Blair nodded. 'Only for you, Commander.'
Lightly, Cam stroked her cheek. 'I love you.'
Then she opened the door and crossed the foyer to the elevator. Blair watched until the elevator doors closed behind her.
And then the longing, the other side of love, began.
*****
Downstairs in Command Central, Cam found Mac in a cubbyhole in one corner of the main room, reviewing the pre-Paris intelligence reports. 'Where's Stark?'
'In the gym, I think. She's got the swing shift today. I didn't have any intel that Egret would be flying. Do you need her now?'
'Not for Egret'. Shes settled in the nest. Cam pointed to the ceiling and Blairs apartment above. 'But I want to talk to both of you. Let's go find her.'
Five minutes later, they discovered Stark flat on her back on a weight bench, a barbell poised over her chest, counting reps out loud. She was alone in the twenty by thirty foot room outfitted with weights and aerobic equipment that the team used to keep in shape and work off excess adrenalin while waiting for Egret to leave the Aerie, as they referred to her top floor sanctuary.
'You should probably have a spotter,' Mac remarked good-naturedly as he lifted the bar from her hands and settled it into the cleats. She sat up, reaching for a towel as she did so. Quickly, she wiped the sweat from her face and off her bare arms. In a sleeveless T-shirt and gym shorts, her body looked sturdy and muscular.
'Sorry,' Stark said glancing from Mac to Cam. 'I didn't think there was anything on for me. Ill just grab a fast shower and-'
'Relax, Stark,' Cam said as she slipped off her suit jacket. The air-conditioning in the workout room left a little something to be desired, and it was humid the way all gyms seemed to be. 'This is not about Egret's detail.'
Clearly puzzled, Stark remained silent as Cam settled onto a bench facing her and Mac sat down by her side. Automatically, she moved over an inch to give him some room and herself space to maneuver. An agent never let
