Be With Me(52)

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. The bristle on his jaw scraped over her chest as he nuzzled at her breast. His tongue swept over her nipple, sending shock waves down her spine.

His teeth grazed the puckered point, and then he sucked it hard between his lips.

She cried out and wrapped her hands in his hair, clutching him closer to her breast.

He moved her faster now, with more urgency. His fingers dug into her ass as he lifted and lowered.

She moved with him, establishing a rhythm.

Her orgasm built. Tension. Beautiful, exquisite tension grew, blossoming and radiating outward in a steady stream.

Each thrust drew her tighter, closer to the inevitable explosion.

The slap of her ass meeting his thighs fil ed the room. Wet, sucking sounds mixed in as his c**k drove deeper, sliding and driving. Friction.

Unbearable friction. It was good. So good.

She closed her eyes, shutting them tightly as her face drew inward in agony. She couldn’t bear it. She was going to come apart.

“Oh God, Cam, I can’t. I can’t!”

“Yes, you can, Reggie darling. I’ve got you, love.

You’re so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself in my arms, your head thrown back, your eyes shut so tight. That I can give you that kind of pleasure . . .”

“Cam!”

He tightened. She tightened. She grabbed his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to.

Out of control. She was coming apart at the seams.

She flew in a dozen different directions.

She opened her eyes, but the room blurred around her.

He arched spasmodical y into her, his hips jerking as he thrust. And then he moved one hand, sliding just his thumb between them, into her soft, damp folds.

His other hand cupped her ass, and his thumb brushed ever so softly over her clit.

Her pelvis rammed into his hand, trapping his fingers between them.

Her cry split the night.

She simply unraveled. Exploded. Burst into flames and then floated free.

She col apsed forward, but he was there to catch her. He held her tight as his hips spasmed with his release. Soft words were murmured lovingly against her ear as he stroked her hair.

Their chests heaved. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him to her. She lowered her head to his shoulder and nuzzled closer to him.

His hand stroked up her arm and over her shoulder. He swept aside the curls at her neck and her face and tucked them behind her ear.

Then he rotated, taking her with him, and laid her gently onto the couch. He slid out of her body in a warm rush. He bent to kiss her, lingering for just a moment as he toyed with her lips with his tongue.

“I’l be right back,” he said softly. “Let me get a towel.”

She lay there waiting, her body stil rippling with the aftereffects of her orgasm. He returned in a moment, his hand encased in the towel as he wiped his cock. He pulled it away then put the other end between her legs to careful y clean her.

He tossed aside the towel when he was finished, then sat down with his back to the arm of the couch and motioned for her. “Come here.”

As she crawled over him, he extended his legs down the sofa so that he could recline. He gathered her in his arms and positioned her head underneath his chin. When she was settled, he reached for the discarded blanket lying on the floor and pulled it over them both.

“That was incredible,” he whispered.

“Mmmm.”

He chuckled, and his chest vibrated against her cheek.

“Is that al you can say?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“How about you get some sleep now, Reggie darling. You’ve worn me out. Sleep here with me where I can hold you.”

His arms tightened around her, and she could feel him tremble ever so slightly, as if he was every bit as overwhelmed as she was.

He teased her response, but it was al she could muster. She didn’t have the ability to put into words al she felt, al she wanted to say. Her tongue tangled and swel ed at the idea.

How could she possibly explain that she felt whole? Complete? Like she’d come home after being lost for so long? And so she said the only thing that seemed to matter.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you too,” he murmured into her hair. “No more running, Reggie. I couldn’t bear it.” A part of her heart loosened and unfurled at his quiet plea. It told her unquestionably that she had the power to hurt him, and that was something she couldn’t bear.

“No more running,” she agreed.

Chapter 20

Hutch woke to see Sawyer in bed a few feet away but no sign of Reggie. He rol ed out immediately. Not that he hadn’t shared a bed with Sawyer before, but they’d been ten for Christ’s sake. Without Reggie there between them, it was just damn awkward.

Maybe they should implement a rule that Reggie had to stay where she was put.

His shoulders shook with laughter as he contemplated being kneed in the bal s after delivering that particular dictate.

“What the hel are you finding so amusing this early in the morning?” Sawyer said in a sleepy, grumpy voice.

Morning person, Sawyer was not.

“I was contemplating the humor in laying down the law to Reggie about leaving us in bed together,” he said.

“No shit,” Sawyer grumbled as he rol ed out of bed. “But at least I didn’t wake up with you draped across me or some shit like that.”