Every touch feels as though it’s the first time I’m touching her. My mom used to tell me that finding love was just as important as doing what you love. I never understood what she meant until I met Paisley. I remember asking my mom how I would know. She used to tell me that you just know, and I thought she had lost her mind. I was sure my dad, who is better described as a sperm donor since he bailed on her when he found out she was pregnant, had her brainwashed or something. He doesn’t deserve her love, and as I got older and understood fully, I told her so. She said the heart wants what the heart wants. I still don’t understand how her heart could still want him.
My mom is one of the greatest people I know, and I wish she could find love and happiness again. Especially if this feeling that I have with Paisley is what she was telling me about my entire life. She needs this. Everyone needs to feel this… content.
“I need to feed you,” I say against her lips. What I don’t say is that unless she plans on being my meal, we need to slow the hell down.
“I want it all.” She laughs, falling back onto the bed.
“You shower first. I’ll order us some food.”
“Or, we could eat and then shower. Together.”
“Woman,” I growl. “You’re testing my patience.”
“Good.” Her smile lights up her face.
“I’m taking my time with you.”
“We have all night.” She smirks.
“You know what I mean. This is real to me.”
“It’s real to me too, Cameron. You think I offer myself to just anyone?”
“No.” I hold her stare. “But I want to do this right.”
“I’ve been sleeping in your arms for weeks. You refuse to sleep without me, yet you won’t have sex with me.”
“I want you, Paisley. Don’t ever question that. Fuck, baby, it’s hard for me to resist you, but I refuse to be like the assholes of your past who used you.”
“How is having sex with me when I’m offering myself to you, using me?”
“I don’t know how to explain myself here. I’m an athlete, not a poet.” I sit on the bed, offer her my hand, and pull her up so she’s sitting next to me. I place her hand over my hard-as-steel cock that’s beneath my sweats. “This is what you do to me. Just thinking about making love to you does this to me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I want it to be special—our first time. I’ve never cared about that before, but with you, everything is different. I’m here for the series, not just the game. I don’t want it to be a quick fuck after a game. You’re worth more than that, P.”
She exhales loudly. “When you put it like that,” she says, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I want you, Paisley. I’m with you for more than just a good time. I want all of you. I want our lives intertwined so we can’t differentiate what’s mine and what’s yours.”
“That’s a big claim for a couple who has only been dating for a few weeks.”
“When you know, you know.”
“So philosophical, Taylor,” she teases.
“I have my moments.” I kiss her softly. “I’m going to order us some food, and we’ll go from there.” Her eyes light up like she may be getting her way, but I’m sorry to tell her that I’m not budging on this one.
My cock is just as disappointed as she is, but it’s important we wait. What I feel for her is strong and more real than anything I’ve ever felt.
“I can’t eat another bite,” Paisley groans, pushing her plate away.
“Your plate is still half full,” I tease. “You said you wanted it all.”
“Next time, just ignore me when I say that.” She laughs.
“How about a bath?”
“That actually sounds perfect right now.”
I stand from my cleared plate and kiss the top of her head. “I’ll get it started.” I leave her to do what she needs to do as I make my way into the bathroom. Her suite has a separate shower and a Jacuzzi tub. I wish I had some candles or bubbles or something to make this a little more romantic, but it is what it is. I could probably call down to the front desk, but I don’t want people in our business. What I do with my girl behind closed doors is between us. No way do I want the paparazzi getting ahold of anything private between us. They got our first kiss, and the vultures are still playing those clips. They’d have a field day with me requesting bubble bath and candles for my girl in her hotel suite while on the road.
No thanks.
When the tub is about half full, I stand from the edge to let Paisley know it’s ready for her, except I freeze when I look up to find her standing naked in the doorway of the bathroom. “Paisley.” I breathe her name.
“Is it ready?” she asks softly.
I swallow hard. My eyes rake over her naked body, and fuck me, she’s gorgeous. “Y-Yes,” I say, my eyes coming back to hers.
She takes a hesitant step toward me. Then another and another, until she’s in front of me. All I would have to do is lift my hand, and I could feel the weight of her breasts in my palm. Or bend my head and capture one of her hard, pretty pink nipples in my mouth. I could slide my hand between her legs and see if she’s wet for me.
“Thank you, Cam.” She places her palms against my chest and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. It’s a chaste kiss as far as kisses go, but my lips burn from the contact.
She drags her hands across my chest as she walks past me. She grips my bicep as she steps into the tub. All too soon, she’s releasing her hold to sink down into the steaming hot water. My eyes follow her as her breasts bob just above the water, the tub still not yet full. My cock aches to be inside her. I shift my position, and with my hand in my sweats, I adjust to a less painful position.
“You okay there, slugger?” she asks coyly.
“You’re torturing me, Paisley.”
“Who me?” She cups water in her hands and lets it fall over her tits.
“Yes. You,” I growl.
“A bath was your idea,” she reminds me.
“I’m aware of the error in my ways.”
“You know. You could climb in here with me. This tub is big enough for both of us.”
“Are you trying to test my restraint?”
“Yes.” She smiles sweetly. “Please, Cam, will you get in with me?”
I have no willpower—none when it comes to her. I stare down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The woman who is quickly becoming everything to me. She’s begging me to soak in the tub with her. My muscles ache, almost as bad as my cock. Can I do this? Can I soak with her and not make love to her? My cock twitches at the thought of holding her naked body against mine, and my decision is made. I’m a disciplined man. I have to be for my job. I can do this. I can hold her naked body against mine and control my cock. Decision made, I begin to undress.
Chapter 13
Paisley
A seductress I am not. However, with Cameron, I’m different. The way he looks at me, and the confidence he has in us, it’s liberating. I’ve been sleeping in his arms for weeks, and he’s been the perfect gentleman. That’s great, he’s a good man, and he’s proven this to me.