When she walked into Cam’s bedroom, he was just walking out of the adjoining bathroom.
He was shirtless, wearing a pair of black knit shorts.
Holy cow. She’d seen fit male dancers loads of times. She appreciated their toned, lean forms. But Cam wasn’t a dancer. He wasn’t lean. Cam was ripped. He was built for power and strength. He was a man who could carry a fallen teammate for miles and never stop.
A man who’d shield the people he loved from every danger.
“Shit.” His gaze ran over her. “Lucky I don’t sleep much, since I’m not going to get a lot knowing you’re wearing that.” He pulled back the covers. “Come on, sweetheart.”
Saskia climbed in. The sheets smelled like him. As soon as her head hit the pillow, tiredness rushed in.
Cam climbed in beside her and curled around her. His skin was hot, heat pumping off him.
He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Sleep now.”
“Cam—”
“Shh, sweetheart. Just sleep.”
And she was shocked that sleep so easily pulled her under.
A single spear of bright morning sunlight made it through the gap in the curtains and hit Cam in the face.
For half a second, he thought he was back in the desert, hot sun blaring down. But the disorienting moment passed. He registered the comfortable bed, the soft sheets, and the sweet, sleeping woman half on top of him.
Cam looked down at Saskia’s cheek pressed to his pec. One long leg was tossed over his. Her dark hair spilled like ink all over his chest. And those damn shorts were so short, he saw a hint of the smooth skin of her ass cheek.
He ground his teeth together. His cock was so hard it hurt.
He carefully slid free. Saskia made a cute sound and curled up in the middle of his bed.
In the bathroom, he willed his cock to go down so he could take a leak. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
As always, the first thing he noticed was the scar. He swallowed. There were so many horrible memories attached to it. The noise, the screams, the blood, Kris.
He closed his eyes, and thought of Saskia.
Elegant fingers on his cheek, stroking the scar like it wasn’t even there.
He wanted to go back into that bedroom, push the sheets and clothes off her body, and put his hands and mouth on her. Hear the noises she made when he made her come.
His hands flexed on the sink. And he was hard again.
He was going to take care of her, dammit. Not use her for his own damn needs.
He headed out to the kitchen to make coffee. There was a bakery around the corner with good croissants and bread, so he could arrange a delivery.
Then he wanted to get to Norcross Security to get an update on the hunt for Mikhailov. He scowled, listening to the coffee machine. He wanted the asshole in a cage. As much as Cam wanted to pummel the guy, he’d have to be happy with handing him over to the feds.
And knowing Saskia was safe
“Hey.”
He turned, and saw a sleepy-looking Saskia, her hair loose, standing there in those ridiculously tiny pajamas.
They shouldn’t be so sexy, but they were. His cock stirred. Shit.
He cleared his throat. “Sleep well?”
“I did. Much better than I guessed I would.” Her lips curled. “And I like sleeping pressed up against you.” Her gaze dropped, tracing over his bare chest. “I just have to get it out there that you are hot. Like ridiculously.”
This wasn’t helping his hard on. “I work out. You’ve no doubt seen fit bodies in your dancing.”
“There’s fit and then there’s—” She waved a hand at him.
He needed to change the subject. “Do you want coffee?” He pulled two mugs out of the cupboard.
“I don’t want coffee.”
He looked back at her.
She lifted her chin, and the look on her face hit him in his gut.
“I want you to touch me,” she said.
The air rushed out of him. “Saskia, you’ve had a rough few days—”
She shook her head. “Don’t tell me what I feel or want. Yes, the last few days have been challenging, but I’m alive, I’m safe, and I’m determined to live my life. I want to do all the things I’ve wanted to do but have been putting off.” Her eyes flashed. “That includes you, Camden Morgan.”
Cam heaved in a breath. He set the mug down, his hands flexing. He couldn’t fight this anymore. Hell, he wasn’t sure he should.
Saskia Hawke was his, and he was claiming her.
He strode toward her, saw her eyes widen.
“No going back,” he growled.
“I don’t want to go back.”
He moved fast, yanking her to him. Their bodies collided and he tightened his hold, his mouth taking hers.
All his control, doubts, and uncertainties vanished for now.
Desire was a hot burn. He needed this woman.
The force of his kiss made her neck tilt. He broke off, so he could yank the tank off her. Then those maddening shorts hit the floor.
His cock throbbed. Hell. She was naked, wearing no underwear.
She stared up at him, desire and need reflected in her dark eyes. Her slender body looked almost delicate at first glance. It was deceptive. He cupped one small breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple. It hardened and her chest hitched. He saw the pulse hammering in the side of her neck.
Cam put his mouth back on hers. Her hands slid across his shoulders.
“I love your body,” she panted.
“Not as much as I love yours.”
He backed her up, everything exploding. He needed to touch her all over.
“I want you so much, Saskia.” He ran his hands up her body. “So fucking bad. Every night, I think of you. Every day, I want you. In my bed. In my arms. Any way I can have you.”
“I want you too.” There was no hesitation or uncertainty in her voice.
They stroked and caressed each other, the kiss turning even more intense, with no restraint. Saskia put her mouth on his neck. He ran his hands up and down her body.
One of her hands gripped his ass, then she was shoving into his shorts.
When she got them off, she curled a hand around his hard cock.
He grunted. Fuck. She stroked him and he pushed into her palm. She kept her gaze on his cock, her cheeks flushed.
“Like steel,” she whispered.
As she explored, he groaned. He looked down, saw her slender, elegant fingers wrapped around his rigid, swollen cock. She ran her finger down on the throbbing vein.
“Fuck.” If she kept touching him like this, he’d come in her hand.
He wanted, no, needed, to be inside her.
He nudged her hand away and picked her up. She gasped, and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He walked toward the bedroom, but then she shifted, the head of his cock lodging against her folds.
She gasped and he groaned. Their gazes locked.
Cam felt wild and raw inside. He’d never, ever wanted anything as much as he wanted her. The bedroom was too far away. The couch was too far away.
He shifted, going down on one knee, and lowering her onto her back on the floor. She clung to him, her wide eyes meeting his.
He thrust inside her.
Her lips parted and she cried out. Her hands convulsed on his shoulders.
Damn, she was tight.
Cam started moving, thrusting hard and deep into her warmth. Her body jolted beneath him, but she held on, with him every step of the way.