“Need you,” she panted.
“Need you more.”
She was still in her pretty blue dress. He gripped the front of her dress next, pushing open the small buttons, exposing her blue lace bra. With every breath, her small breasts pushed up.
His cock throbbed again. Damn.
He reached under her dress, and she helped by lifting her hips. Cam gripped her panties and pulled. They ripped and he tossed them away.
He tore at his trousers while she got busy, nibbling his earlobe.
He got his cock free, and she made a sound that arrowed through his gut.
She leaned forward, sucking on his neck.
“Please,” she whispered. “Now.”
“Saskia, sweetheart.” He gripped her hips.
She reached between their bodies, lined him up, and sank down.
His hands convulsed on her hips. She moaned.
He felt her tightness clench around him. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and lips parted.
He couldn’t look away. The feel of her… It was worth every damn thing he’d ever done.
She rose up and he drove her back down, filling her with his cock.
“Yes,” she moaned.
She rode him hard, rocking against him as he powered inside her.
The bathroom filled with the sounds of their bodies connecting. Saskia’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body moving up and down on his.
Christ. She was perfect.
“Cam.” Her pussy rippled on his cock.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Yes, God, yes.” She rode him—fast, desperate, wild.
He shoved a hand between them, under her dress, and found her clit. He stroked.
“Cam!”
“Come, sweetheart,” he growled.
“Fuck,” she said breathlessly.
He fused his mouth to hers as she flew apart.
“Saskia… Fuck.” He snarled the words, thrusting his hips up, filling her deep as a monstrous orgasm crashed into him.
Buried inside his Saskia, he came.
She slumped on his shoulder, the feel of her harsh breaths puffing against his neck.
God, she was something. Beautiful, hot, sexy. He stroked a hand down her back, and she shivered.
Once he could think again, he tipped her head back to look at her face.
“Hi,” she murmured.
He slid a hand to the back of her neck, massaging. His cock was still half hard inside her.
“Whatever we do, we do it together,” he told her.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her gaze traced over his face.
“Together,” she whispered.
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“I fucked you again with no condom,” he said grumpily. “On the edge of a bathtub.” So much for showing her some care and romance.
“It’s still okay. My period’s due soon.”
“After we deal with Mikhailov, we need to look into birth control.”
She nodded.
He squeezed her hip. “Now hop up. You shower first, and I’ll bring your bag in. We need to get changed, then head out.”
“Okay, Cam.” She stood, taking a second to find her balance on her wobbly legs. Her gaze dropped to his cock.
“Babe, you look at my cock like that, I’ll fuck you again, and I’m supposed to be keeping you safe.”
“Can’t you do both?”
He tucked himself away and rose. Then he pinched her butt. “Stop being so tempting. Shower and get changed. We’ll grab food on the road. And later, I’ll fuck you again.”
She shivered. “I like that plan.”
As he retrieved their bags, he heard the shower running, and Saskia singing off key under the water.
He smiled. The woman could dance, but she couldn’t sing, at all.
He was just happy she’d shaken off the fear, and the insane idea that she needed to go it alone.
She wasn’t alone.
And Cam was starting to realize that he wasn’t, either.
Chapter Fifteen
When the vehicle slowed, Saskia woke from her doze.
Cam had pulled into a diner parking lot. He shut off the truck. They’d left the X6 at the San Rafael safehouse and taken this Dodge instead.
“We’ll get some food here, and I’ll get some supplies to take with us,” he said.
Saskia nodded and climbed out, feeling a few delicious twinges. She’d have bruises on her hips from his fingers after that hard, furious fuck at the safe house. She smiled. She had no regrets.
“Where are we?” she asked, as they walked toward the diner.
“Sonoma.” He pushed open the door and held it open for her.
The diner was traditional, with simple wooden tables, touches of green, and framed, vineyard art on the walls. There was a long counter with stools, and a few men sitting there eating burgers.
Cam nodded at the older waitress.
“Take a seat,” the woman called.
He led Saskia to a table in the back.
She perused the menu. “Oh, sweet-potato fries.” She wrinkled her nose, sniffing the air. “And I smell fried chicken.”
“So, order them.”
“My inner dancer is yelling at me to be healthy.”
He reached across and took her hand. “I think you’ve burned the calories today.”
Heat hit her cheeks. “You’re right.” If she wasn’t dancing full-time, she wouldn’t have to watch her diet quite so carefully. Professional dancers had to be fit and limber, and the pressure to stay in shape could be intimidating. That was something she wanted to expand on, if she started a school. Dancing for everyone, of all shapes, sizes, and ages. “I’ll have the fries and chicken.”
He smiled. A real, full-on smile. She stared at his rugged face. She wanted to see him do that more often. Wanted to be the reason he did that.
Her heart squeezed. God, falling in love could be big and scary.
They ordered. When the food arrived, Cam dug into his burger. Saskia took her time, savoring every bite of her chicken and fries.
“I need to use the restroom,” Cam said.
She nodded.
He didn’t move.
She looked up and saw him scowling. She glanced around the nearly empty diner. “Cam, I’ll stay right here. If anyone comes in, I’ll run your way. It’s highly unlikely anyone knows where we are, right?”
His scowl deepened.
“Go.” She shooed him.
“Don’t move,” he said.
She shot him a look, and he reluctantly headed toward the restrooms.
She suspected he’d always be like this, even when she didn’t have an obsessed bad guy after her. She licked some salt off her fingers. Camden had a well-developed overprotective streak. He’d probably drive her crazy at times, but a deep, feminine part of her liked it.
She kept eating, enjoying every bite. She popped another fry her in mouth and noticed that one of the guys eating at the counter had peeled away and was headed toward her.
He smiled at her. “Hi, there.”
Uh-oh. She eyed the door to the restroom. No sign of Cam.
The guy was in his mid-twenties, good-looking with thick, dark curly hair. He knew he was good-looking. It was obvious in the way he held himself. She knew the type. He wore fitted jeans and a black Henley, and had very tanned skin. He looked like he worked outdoors.