Rose in Bloom (Sex and the Season #2)(79)

“Sweetheart?” Cam’s voice was husky.

Rose turned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I knew as soon as you left the bed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again without you beside me.”

Her lips curled. “You won’t have to.” She walked back to the bed and sat down. A tingle of excitement pulsed through her as he reached out and stroked her bare arm. His hair was tousled and sexy, his night beard a shadow on his strong jaw.

“You were humming your song,” he said.

“My song?”

“The song I wrote for you.”

“Was I?”

“Yes. It came to me in a dream. I dreamed of you one night. Well, actually, I dreamed of you every night.”

She smiled and tousled his hair.

“But one night, I dreamed that you were a flower, floating across the breeze. The song came to me, so I got up in the middle of the night and wrote it all down. It was the easiest composing I’ve ever done. But it became the hardest. I had to give it to Xavier for him to give it to you.”

“When he gave it to me, I knew you had written it.”

“How?”

“I saw some of your drafts at the pianoforte the day I visited Kat. But I would have known it was yours anyway. I know you. You’re in my heart. In my soul.”

He closed his eyes and pressed her hand to his heart. “As you are in mine. Everything I’ve ever written has been for you. It will always be. You’re my muse, Rose. My inspiration. You’re everything. Everything.”

Rose let the sheet fall from her bosom and then climbed in bed next to Cameron. Slowly she slid her tongue over his throat and down to his chest, flicking his hard nipples and then sucking them into her mouth. She drifted downward to his stomach, pushing her tongue into his navel, smiling as his breathing quickened.

“What are you doing?” he asked, grinning.

“I’m running my tongue over all your imperfections,” she said. When she reached his erection and began nibbling, she giggled.

“Sweet,” he said teasingly, “don’t ever laugh when you’re pleasuring that part of a man’s body. It’s likely to lead to a feeling of inferiority.”

“I’m sorry.” She continued giggling. “Believe me, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…I was thinking that there’s absolutely nothing imperfect about this part of you. In fact, it’s rather…majestic.”

“That’s better,” he said, pulling her toward him. “Come here.”

He rolled her over and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the innermost parts of her mouth. He covered her face with moist kisses, his breath massaging her as he moved to her breasts and pleasured them slowly. “You’re full of imperfections too,” he teased, licking small circles around her nipple. He continued lower, licking and nibbling, parted her legs, and kissed her wetness. “This part of you is extremely imperfect. I think I shall have to give it special attention.”

He pushed her thighs forward, grasping the cheeks of her bottom so she was completely bared to him. Rose opened her mouth to protest, but he hushed her and resumed his delicate assault on her. The soft velvet of his tongue teased her peak as he slowly glided his strong hands up the planes of her body and squeezed her breasts. He pinched her nipples while his mouth worked on her sex, sucking her swollen flesh and releasing it.

Rose writhed beneath him, and she soared toward climax when his tongue swiped lower, over her most private opening.

“Cam!”

“Shh, sweet.”

She calmed. She was his. Every single part of her. Even that part. And as he tongued her, she shivered. It felt wonderful. When he breached her anus with a finger, she jolted. The intensity shocked her for a moment, but he slid his tongue over her * and soon the penetration turned to pleasure. Profound and shimmery pleasure unlike anything she’d imagined. To her complete surprise, she was thrilled to share this with him. He nipped at her clitoris, sucked it between his lips, all while working her bum with his long finger. Her body raced toward climax with a vengeance that she hadn’t yet known.

“Cam!” she cried. “Cam, yes, Cam, yes!” An explosion of whirling waves crashed into her, as he continued to plunder her, bringing her to the crest once more.

“Again, sweet. Come for me again.”

Fingers slid in and out of both openings now, his tongue still working her peak, and bliss raged through her, catapulting her to the crest again. Joy. Pure joy.

“Now, Cam. Come inside me now!”

He crawled forward, his silver eyes smoking as they gazed into hers. As he pushed into her, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer.

“I love you, Rose,” he said as he thrust. “Only you.”

“And I love only you, Cam.”

He thrust and he thrust, and as she fell into climax again, he plunged into her deeply.

“You’re mine, Rose!” he roared, as his body shuddered against hers. “Mine!”

He collapsed against her, and she rubbed his muscular back, tracing soothing patterns with her fingers.

“Mine,” he continued to whisper. “Always mine.”

“Yes,” she soothed. “Yours.”

“I love you. I love you.” His breathing slowed, returning to normal.