Savor You (Fusion #5)(54)

Instead, he urges me to get my hair wet, then pours some shampoo in his hands and lathers it into my hair, scrubbing my scalp.

“Oh, dear God, that feels good.”

He’s slow and thorough, and when he’s lathered it up really well, he helps me rinse it and does the same with conditioner.

While that sits in my hair, he pumps my body wash in his hands and slowly lathers it all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts.

“Are they dirty?” I ask innocently.

“Very.” He swirls the soap around each one, making my nipples pucker, then travels down to my navel. He makes a heart in the soap, my navel in the middle of it, then travels lower. “Brace your leg on the bench.”

“Yes, sir.” I comply and then have to bite my lip when his hand dives between my legs, gently washing and massaging me in the most intimate way possible. “Camden.”

“Yes, love.”

I gasp, unable to speak anymore, and lean in to bite his shoulder.

“Have I told you that it makes me crazy when you bite me?”

I shake my head no and cry out when he presses on my clit.

“Everything you do turns me on,” he growls against my ear. His hands leave my core and he washes my inner thighs, my legs, and squats next to me to wash my feet. “Stand under the spray.”

I love it when he gets bossy. He rinses the suds off my body, and then I tip my head back into the water so the conditioner can rinse out of my hair.

When I’m thoroughly clean, he moves to turn the water off, but I stop him.

“Oh no. It’s your turn.”

He cocks a brow, but he obeys when I tell him to trade places. The water splashes onto him, getting him wet. I can’t reach his hair well to wash it, so after he gets it wet, he bends over. I lather his hair, loving the way the thick strands feel between my fingers.

“You have great hair.”

He just grunts and I reach for the removable water wand to rinse his hair. I reach for the conditioner, but he shakes his head no.

So I pump the body wash into my hands and lather them up, then get to work on his ridiculously sexy body. His dick is standing at attention, but I don’t touch it yet. I concentrate on his shoulders, his stomach, and his legs; and once he’s rinsed off, I start over again with the body wash. But this time I kneel before him, and smile up at him as I wrap my sudsy hands around his cock and massage it.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes and leans his hands against the shower wall as I pleasure him, loving how hard he is—how the vein on the underside of his cock is full and stands out. I rinse him off and lean in to suck it, but he grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me to my feet. “Not now.”

“You made me come,” I argue, but he just shakes his head.

“I want to be inside of you,” he says. “But not yet.”

“Do we always have to take it slow?”

He grins. “No. We’re not going to take this slow. But we’re not going to do it here.”

He cuts the water off and wraps me in a towel, then wipes me mostly dry, takes my hand, and leads me to my bed.

The next thing I know, I’m on my back, my legs have been pushed up and he’s eating me out like a man starved.

My hands immediately clench in his hair, keeping him pressed to me. I arch my back as I come spectacularly, every hair on my body standing on end.

“Camden.”

“Hmm.” He’s not stopping, despite my already coming. His tongue is inside me, and he presses his thumb to my clit again, making me come again.

I might die.

I’m dead.

My arms and legs feel numb. I feel exhausted, but he climbs over me, cups my cheek in his hand and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself, and that seems to reawaken me.

“I want you,” I murmur against his lips. “Right now.”

He slides inside me, but then pulls right back out and mutters, “Shit. Condom.” He’s gone for a split second, and then he’s inside me, braced over me, and buried so deep inside of me I don’t know where I end and he begins.

I can’t stop watching his face. He looks stern and turned on, and happy all at once. I didn’t even know that was possible.

“Mine,” he says and presses his forehead to mine, moving his nose back and forth. “You are mine, Mia. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I smile and wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “I’m yours, Camden.”

He sighs and closes his eyes just as I feel every muscle in his body tense. He stops moving, pulls out and flips me over. He grips onto my hips and plunges inside me again, fucking me hard now, the only sound in the room is the slapping of skin, and the moans of pleasure. I look up into the mirror by my bed, and Camden grins at me.

“Do you see how fucking sexy you are?”

“We’re sexy,” I reply and reach down to cup his balls. “We are sexy.”

His eyes close, and he comes apart, pushing and grinding against me, riding the wave of his own orgasm.

His teeth are clenched, he’s drenched in sweat. My ass is in the air, pressed against him, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life.

He finally pulls out and I collapse onto the bed in exhaustion. I hear the toilet flush, and he joins me, pulls the covers up over us.