“Imagine what it’ll feel like with my clothes on the floor,” she teased.
“Dirty,” he said, a grin pulling his lips. “Really dirty.”
At least his bed looked normal. Big, but normal. He’d made an attempt to tidy the covers, but it was a guy kind of attempt. She could see some cushions and a throw folded over the back of the sofa. No doubt they were supposed to be on the bed, making it the main feature of the room.
“You wanna take a shower?” Cam asked her.
Mia looked up at him. “Now?”
His lip quirked up. “Why not?”
“You just took one, didn’t you? Your hair’s still damp.” Her brows pinched together. “Are you worried that I’m dirty? I showered this morning.”
He traced his finger down her spine. “Relax. I don’t think you’re dirty. I just thought it might make things easier. You can close your eyes, let the hot water soothe your muscles. Get used to me being with you.” He shrugged. “Just an idea.”
Internally rolling her eyes at herself, Mia nodded. “A shower sounds good.”
His bathroom was as impressive as the bedroom. Pale marble tiles covered the walls and floor. A large tub was on the left side, and on the right was a double sink, with a huge mirror above it, surrounded by lights that would make putting make up on a cinch.
But it was the shower that she was focused on. The tray was sunk into the marble floor, a glass screen stretching the length of the wall with an opening at the end to walk into.
Naked.
With wide eyes she looked up at him, then back to the vast shower.
Cam traced her bottom lip with his index finger. “Don’t be scared.”
She swallowed hard. “It’s just been… a really long time since I’ve had sex.”
He slid his finger to her jaw. “How long?”
“I can’t even remember.”
“This year?”
She shook her head.
“Last?”
“Possibly.”
His gaze dipped to her neck, as he traced a line down to her chest. “So I’m the first man to touch you this year.”
“Yeah.” Her breath caught as he pressed his palm against the top of her chest, his fingers splaying out as they pushed under the neck of her t-shirt.
“That’s fucking hot.”
“It is?”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Every man’s dream. To be the one to reawaken you.” Circling his hands around her waist, he lifted her onto the marble counter where the basins were inlaid. Then he pushed himself against her, leaving her in no doubt as to how hot he found it. Her body clenched at the sensation of his hard thickness pressing exactly where she needed it.
Curling his free hand around the hem of her t-shirt, he looked down at her with needy eyes. “Can I take this off.”
She nodded, and he tugged at the white cotton until it reached her arms. She lifted them to help him, feeling the neckline scrape her hair as the t-shirt came off.
He threw it on the ground and looked at her body, taking her in with a hot stare. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He cupped her breasts through the lace of her bra, his hands so big they spanned the entirety of them. The warm pressure made her nipples peak against his palms.
Lowering his head, he pressed an open mouthed kiss against her shoulder, and rolled his hips, his erection so hard. Sliding his lips down her sternum, he kissed the swell of each breast, then reached around her to unfasten her bra.
When it was off, he held the weight of her breasts in his hands, his thumbs softly brushing against her nipples as he swallowed hard. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said, sucking one of them between his lips, grazing it with his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue.
Mia arched her back, letting out a soft cry. He wasn’t gentle. But then she didn’t want him to be. They weren’t going to be making love. They’d be having sex.
Hard, dirty morning sex.
When he released her nipple, his eyes were dark as he gazed up at her. Then he curled his hand around her neck and kissed her lips with a hungry need. She kissed him back, her fingers raking through his short hair, as desire lit up her body like a night parade. This time it was her rolling her hips, seeking the friction only he could give her. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pleasure and pain mixing together until she was breathless with longing.
“You need to get in the shower,” Cam told her, his voice gritty. “Before I take you on the damn sink.” He pulled back, blowing out a mouthful of air as he adjusted himself, wincing as if it was painful. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”
“Now?” She was still giddy from his touch.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
With her eyes on his, she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her hips and legs until they were bunched on the floor. Stepping out of them, she hooked her fingers into her lace panties and a realization washed over her.
She wasn’t afraid anymore. She felt strong. Powerful. Enough to make a man like Cam Hartson palm himself through his sweats as he watched her strip. Running her tongue along her bottom lip, she flipped her long, blonde hair over her shoulder, then turned and looked at him with a smile. “Are you coming?”
“I will be.”
He opened the bathroom drawer and grabbed a packet of condoms, pulling one out and placing it on the counter, then pulled his sweats down. He was hard and thick, and she tried not to stare at him too long.
“Press the button on the wall,” Cam told her, as she walked toward the shower. “Then stand under the spray. I want to watch you.”
She did as he told her, walking across the marble tiles and into the shower. It came on as soon as she
