“Once we get started, it’s never for a little time,” I reply, and take her hand in mine, then kiss her fingers. “I do need to jump in the shower.”
“Okay.” She kisses me softly and burrows down in the covers when I roll away. Scoot meows moodily, not happy to be moved, then snuggles in next to Cami and falls back to sleep.
I walk into the bathroom and shave quickly before starting the shower and stepping into the hot, steamy water. Just when I finish rinsing the soap from my hair, I feel cool air rush around me and hear the door of the shower close, and then a soft, warm body wraps her arms around me from behind.
“Hi,” Cami says softly before placing a kiss on my shoulder.
“Hi yourself.” Her hands glide down my stomach, then she clutches my cock firmly in her small hand and begins to jack me off slowly. “Oh God, that’s a thing.”
“This is a thing?” There’s a satisfied smile in her voice.
“Oh, yeah.” I swallow hard and take her hand in mine, pour shampoo in her palm, and guide her back to me, making me slick so she glides easily. “You can go harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me,” I say, barely able to talk now. Her grip tightens and she presses herself to me, her other hand joining in the fun, and my knees want to buckle.
“This is fun.” Her voice is happy. “But I need more soap. I’m not sliding as easy now.”
Rather than give in to her request, I spin around and boost her up against the wall. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide home. My forehead is against hers. I kiss her hard before fisting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so I can bite and suck on her neck. I’m fucking her, as hard as I can, against the cold tile of the shower, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s digging her nails into my shoulders and the noises coming out of her sexy mouth drive me on, fucking her harder and harder until my balls tighten and lift and I come harder than I can remember ever doing before.
As I come down to earth, she’s squeezing me, her muscles spasming from her own orgasm.
“That was fun,” she breathes. “I should join you in the shower more often.”
“You have an open invitation, sweetheart.”
I lower her to her feet, make sure she’s steady, then quickly clean up and leave her in the shower so I can hurry up and get out of here.
“Did I make you late?” she asks.
“No, I’ll make the flight.”
“I’ll drive you to the airport.”
Leaving her is hard enough. I hate it. But watching her drive away at the airport would be pure torture.
“I’d rather you didn’t drive to the airport during rush hour,” I reply, and smile when she steps out of the shower, looking all damp and flushed, and well fucked. “And this way, my car will be waiting for me when I get home.”
“Okay.” She puckers up and turns her lips up to me. “Kiss me before you go.”
“Happily.” I grip her shoulders and lift her to her tiptoes so I can kiss her senseless. “How was that?”
“That was good.” Her eyes are glassy. “Really good.”
“I’ll give you plenty more of those when I get home. Be good.”
“You be good.”
I grin. “I’m always good, baby.”
I’VE BEEN IN San Diego for twenty-four hours and I already miss Cami so much it hurts. Jesus, I’ve become a heartsick moron.
And you know what? I don’t give a fuck.
After a long, intense meeting this morning, I’m ready for a break and a call home. I dial Cami’s cell and frown when she doesn’t answer.
That’s not like her.
I try her home line and she answers on the fourth ring, sounding sleepy.
“Did I wake you up?” I glance at my phone, frowning when I see that it’s one in the afternoon.
“Yeah, I was taking a nap.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I was just calling to hear your voice.”
“How’s it going down there?”
“Not bad. There’s a lot of information to absorb, and the meetings are long, but it’s great to be around these guys again. It feels really good.”
“That’s good.”
She’s saying the right words, but her voice is flat and she sounds . . . wrong.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry.” She sighs. “I’m actually not feeling great today. I’m nauseous and a little crampy, which my doctor assures me is normal for this stage, and I must have slept on my shoulder weird because it’s killing me. That’s when I slept, because I don’t sleep well without you.”
“I know. I’m so sorry that you’re not feeling well, sweetheart. I hate that I’m not there to take care of you.”
“Well, you’re not. And I don’t mean that as snarky as it sounds. I’m just bitchy.”
“I get bitchy when I don’t feel good too; trust me.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find that out firsthand eventually,” she says, sounding a bit like herself. “I’ll wear a sexy nurse outfit to help you feel better.”
“That sounds like a great deal to me.”
Ringo sticks his head out of the conference room door, indicating they’re ready to get back to work.
“Baby, I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”