It felt so good, magnificent.
“There it is,” he groaned. “That tight, wet sweetness.”
Her nails dug into his skin. “I love you inside me. So deep inside me.”
He’d wanted to go slow. To take his time. But now, lodged inside her, he didn’t have it in him. “Saskia.” His voice shook with strain, he kept up his thrusts.
“Take what you need,” she breathed, her hands sliding into his hair. She pulled his head down and kissed him. It was deep, all-consuming.
“Don’t want to hurt you.” His need for her made him shake, left his control shredded.
“You won’t hurt me. You could never hurt me.” Her tone was breathy. “Cam, please.”
He moved faster, grinding into her with every thrust.
“Jesus, Saskia,” he groaned. Pleasure was a hot spear down his spine.
She bucked her hips up, moaning. He knew she was close, her inner muscles clenching on him.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Sweetheart, let go. Come.” He moved deeper, his thrusts losing their rhythm.
Her long legs tightened, and her climax hit her.
Cam couldn’t look away. God, her face. It was the most beautiful thing he’d seen.
Lost in her beauty, his own release hit.
He pressed his face to her throat and groaned through the pleasure, pouring himself inside her.
Chapter Twelve
She lay on the floor, trying to catch her breath, Cam’s delicious weight still on her.
Wow. Saskia smiled at the ceiling. Sex had never been quite this intense or wild or amazing before.
He still hadn’t said anything. She bit her lip. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way.
“Um, was that good for you?”
He lifted his head. “Good?”
“Yes?”
“Sweetheart, if it got any hotter, we’d both be ash.”
Warmth filled her. “Oh. Good.”
He shifted, then rose, lifting her as he did.
She gasped. It was another sign of just how strong he was. He strode into his bedroom, then through into the bathroom, and set her down on the edge of the vanity.
“You on the Pill?” he asked.
That’s when she took conscious notice of the wetness between her legs.
Oh. “No. I haven’t needed it, and I prefer not to take it if I don’t have to.”
He held a washcloth under the faucet, then nudged her legs apart.
As he wiped her, she tried not to blush.
“I didn’t use protection, but I’m clean,” he said. “I…haven’t been with anyone since I got out of the hospital. And Vander makes us take regular health checks.”
“Okay. I’m healthy, too. We have regular checks for the company insurance. And—” she did a mental calculation in her head “—cycle wise, we should be fine.”
He threw the cloth in the sink, then cupped her chin. “Let me know if that changes.” He released a breath. “I said I’d protect you…”
“Cam.” She gripped his wrist. “It’s fine.”
“I didn’t mean to fuck you on the floor like an animal.”
Her chest hitched. “It was the best sex of my life.”
His head jerked.
“It was wild, and out of control, and no one’s ever wanted me like that.”
He stared at her for a beat, then slid a hand into her hair and kissed her. He pulled her off the vanity and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back.
He spun her and she saw their reflection in the mirror. Her belly clenched.
He rose up behind her, big and strong. He was all hard, ropey muscle, a contrast to the slender lines of her body. Her skin was so much paler than the deep tan of his. Her skin was smooth, and his was rougher, with nicks and scars.
His hands came up and cupped her breasts. She made a breathy sound.
“So beautiful.” He played with her nipples, and she writhed against him. Her nipples turned to hard buds, and she felt his cock hard against her ass.
“When I was on missions, out in the desert, trying to sleep in the dust and heat, there was nothing beautiful.” He watched her body’s response, entranced. “I never thought I’d have anything sweet or soft or beautiful again.”
“Cam.” She melted into his touch.
One big hand stroked down her body, then between her thighs. In the mirror, she watched as he caressed her. His gaze was on her body, his face close to reverent.
He stroked her folds. God, she was so wet. She felt like there was fire in her veins, and she couldn’t hold still.
She didn’t realize it was possible to desire someone so much.
“That look. That look on your face.” His voice was deep, gritty.
Suddenly, he hauled her up and spun her. She felt the cool marble of the counter under her bare ass.
Cam dropped to his knees.
Those rough, scarred hands spread her thighs, and before she could get her bearings, he buried his face between her legs.
She cried out. She felt the scrape of his stubble on her delicate skin, his tongue doing amazing things. His single-minded intensity was almost frightening. As he sucked her clit, she gripped his short hair, wrapping one thigh around his head.
Husky cries ripped from her. She raised an arm above her head, needing something to hold onto. She pressed a palm to the mirror, lifting her hips to Cam’s marauding mouth.
Then she came. Hard. It was brilliant.
Her cries were still echoing off the walls when he pulled her off the vanity.
She was shaking, pleasure still rippling through her as he spun her. She gripped the edge of the counter, her gaze moving to the mirror.
Her belly cramped. God, his face.
It was hard, his scars standing out. He looked like a barbarian lord about to claim his war prize.
He shoved her feet apart, his hands moving over her ass. He opened the drawer, and she heard the crinkle of foil.
His gaze met hers in the mirror. One of his hands snaked around her, pressing against her belly.
She watched that rugged face as he thrust inside her.
Saskia arched, crying out his name. He covered her, his stubble scraping her neck, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he fucked her.
In that moment, nothing else existed. There was only the two of them, and the raw, intense pleasure of Cam’s big cock thrusting inside her.
His hand moved. She felt him stroke where they were joined, where his flesh was moving inside her. Then he worked her clit.
Saskia screamed. Sensations washed over her with sharp, searing pleasure. Her body shook, her inner muscles clenched down on his cock.
Cam thrust deep and buried himself inside her. He pressed his face to her neck, growling against her skin as he came.
They stayed like that, for how long she had no idea. Time didn’t seem to exist.
“You okay?” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
“Well, ‘okay’ seems a very tame word to describe how hard I just came.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “And you didn’t hurt me at all. In fact, I hope you’ll do it again soon.”
His lips quirked. “My ballerina likes getting fucked.”
“She likes getting fucked by you.”
He pulled her up and touched her hair. “I didn’t plan this. After fucking you on the floor, I planned for us to shower, then I was going to have you in my bed next.”