Be With Me(76)

“Yeah, Sawyer. I’m staying.”

Relief was so strong that it damn near blurred his vision.

“Good. I’m glad.”

He pulled her closer against him and wrapped himself around her tight. He hooked his leg over hers, drawing her further in line with his body.

“You just try keeping those skinny parts away from me,” he muttered.

He felt her smile against his chest.

Chapter 28

When Regina woke, the bed was empty. She frowned. So much for waking up in Sawyer’s arms.

She yawned and stretched then sniffed. Food. She was starving.

She got out of bed and stumbled toward the shower. She hoped to hel Sawyer stil wasn’t pissed.

There was a vague memory of him carrying her up the

stairs,

and

she

definitely

remembered

apologizing and then snuggling into his arms.

Everything else was kind of a blur.

Oh wel , it wasn’t the first time they’d gotten into each other’s face, and it wouldn’t be the last.

An uncomfortable sensation settled into her stomach. This time, though . . . this time it mattered.

Real y mattered. It was more than two friends bickering.

She sighed and stepped into the shower. She soaped and rinsed her hair then turned to reach for the body wash.

A warm, naked body melded to her back. One hand slid around her middle, pressed to her stomach. The other circled her throat, ran up to her jaw and turned her face back and upward to meet seeking lips.

“Good morning, Cam,” she murmured.

His heavy erection burned the smal of her back.

The hand at her stomach slid downward, between her legs, dipping into the wet curls, to the throbbing flesh hidden underneath.

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him then backed her against the shower seat in the corner.

She sank onto the wet surface, the spray from the showerhead bouncing off the wal s and spritzing her body.

He reached for the showerhead, released it from the mount and then knelt in front of her.

This silent, mysterious side of Cam was seriously sexy stuff. Not that he wasn’t always somewhat quiet and serious, but this brooding thing was getting her worked up.

His hair hung wetly down his neck, carelessly strung forward over his shoulders. There was fire in his eyes. And determination.

He nudged her knees apart then hoisted one ankle upward until her heel rested on the ledge she sat on.

He picked the other one up and did the same.

She was spread out before him, her pu**y open and accessible. She was so damn turned on that she could have come with the slightest touch.

As if reading her thoughts, he reached with one finger and gently rol ed it over her clit. Fire ignited and blazed over her. He touched one more time, and her orgasm flared and burst like a short fuse.

She gasped as her pu**y pulsed with sharp, agonizing bursts. That had to be a record.

He gripped the shower head tighter in one hand and adjusted the spray to pulse setting. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do.

Oh hel , this was going to be good.

Using two fingers to part her folds, he brought his other hand up and swooshed the thin stream of water over her stil quivering clitoris.

She arched up as a spasm worked over her pelvis.

“Cam!” she cried out.

He smiled. Silent bastard. Then he aimed the spray back over the taut bud and worked gently up and down in tiny increments.

Wave after wave of blissful, agonizing tension rol ed through her. Tighter and tighter she wound, coiling viciously. Could she have another orgasm so fast?

The answer was yes.

He kept the spray steady, and every muscle in her groin screamed for mercy. She worked higher and higher, nearing the breaking point but never quiet toppling over.

“Cam, please! It hurts!”

He chuckled. “Don’t fight it, love. Let it happen.” Her legs shook spasmodical y. She braced her hands against the seat, threw back her head and screamed as another orgasm lashed through her body.

He dropped the nozzle. He surged to his feet and yanked her into his arms. He hoisted her up then pressed her back to the shower wal .

“Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped.

He reached between them, positioned his c**k and thrust upward. He rocked her against the wal as he drove deep.

The spray from the discarded shower head arched upward, bathing Cam’s back with warm water. It rol ed up and over his shoulders, dripping between them and down to where he was joined with her.

He cupped his hands over her ass, squeezing and spreading as he hammered forward again. He was wild and insatiable. She hung on for dear life, her hands locked behind his neck and her ankles locked at the smal of his back.

Each stab was like static electricity. Almost painful as he dragged his c**k over swol en, sensitive flesh.

And then he was taking her frantical y. Over and over. Desperate. Frenzied.

His lips sucked at her neck, and her br**sts were flattened against his heaving chest.

Mine. His every action, his every movement screamed it. He was staking his claim. Mine. His.

She closed her eyes, nearly exhausted from the two orgasms she’d already experienced. And yet another cal ed to her, pulled sweetly at her, slower and less intense than the others.

He coaxed her flesh, teasing and intoxicating.