Precious Consequences(48)

He lifts his head, peering down at me with lust-filled eyes that I’m sure match mine. “You’re worried about being heard?”

I nod, wondering how he was able to voice my internal concern when I didn’t say anything. “I’m not comfortable with Gama and Ari being so close. It’s a little weird. Please, don’t be mad.”

He frowns and it quickly becomes a smirk. “Why would I be mad? I can’t help that I’m good at making you scream.”

I slap his back gently and he shrugs, chuckling. “What? It’s true.”

“But I understand,” he adds, leaning down and trailing his lips down my neck. “You’ll just have to make it up to me another time.”

“I think we can arrange that.” I give him one last kiss before he rolls onto his side and tucks me into his chest. I sigh, feeling flustered and turned on, but so very content. My earlier worries disappear, but I know they’re never far, hiding in the little boxes stashed away in the corners of my mind. I will deal with them when I have to, and until then, I’m going to enjoy every moment just like this one.

** ** ** ** **

Cameron stirs next to me, his eyes opening slowly. I’ve been lying here for almost an hour, just watching him sleep. After I fed Ari and left her to watch her cartoons under the watchful eye of my grandmother, I climbed back under the covers and lay awake while Cameron slept.

“Hey you,” he says, his voice hoarse from sleep. His arms tighten and I snuggle deeper into him.

“G’morning,” I reply with a yawn.

“How long have you been up?”

“Just over an hour. I got up to feed Ari.”

“And where is the little Princess now?”

I look at him quizzically. “Downstairs. Why?”

“I was wondering if it would be okay to ask you to join me in the shower.” His cheeks darken, not much, but I can see the red tinge. Is he blushing?

“I think something can be arranged.”

He grins and starts pulling my pajamas off. Before he gets to my panties, I slide out of bed and saunter over to my bathroom, deliberately shaking my hips as I go. I hear him mutter tease under his breath and then he’s behind me, grabbing my hips, sliding his hands up to cup my breast. He doesn’t let go until we’re standing under the hot spray of the showerhead and I turn to face him. We start washing each other, exchanging sensual touches, alluring glances while we rinse the soapy suds from our bodies. My body responds to every caress, my flesh breaking out in goose flesh every time his hands and fingers tease me. His hands rest on my hips and he pushes me up against the wall, shielding me from the spray. I pull him into me and crash my mouth into his. I want him so badly that I ache. I dip my tongue into his mouth, licking slowly, caressing his tongue until we both moan into each other. His lips part from mine and I open my eyes to see him staring at me, a fusion of ardor and something else I can’t quite place colliding violently in his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he says. His words come quietly, mixed with the steam and the heady atmosphere that swirls around us. Droplets of water slide down his face and I lean in to catch them just as they reach his lips.

“Touch me,” I whisper against his lips, needy for the contact.

Without saying another word, Cameron's hand slips down my thigh and between my legs, nudging me to part for him. His fingers find the nub of hypersensitive nerves between my slick folds and start rubbing in circles, adding more and more pressure. My hips start moving, increasing in pace when he slips not one, but two fingers inside me. Gripping his shoulders for support, I press my head against the wall and feel him suck my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my…” I moan between pants. “Oh yes, Cam…”

My body is on fire and every nerve ending is alive, crackling with desire. Cameron has a way of making me feel coveted and adored, even when we’re together like this. He doesn’t make me feel dirty or embarrassed for giving myself to him this way. It just feels natural and so damn good. Incredible, actually.

His mouth moves to my other nipple as his fingers continue to stroke me, pressing harder and harder. His fingers curl and he presses deeper, causing a violent orgasm to rip through my body. He swallows my scream by cupping his other hand over my mouth while I shake, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.

Cameron smiles at me. “That’s an incredible sight,” he says, making me blush.

“That was…” I breathe out. “Amazing.”

“Told you I’m good,” Cameron grins. I’m about to say something smart, but Cameron and I are halted when the shower curtain is ripped open. Our heads whip to the side.

“Mommy, Cam is touching you.”

Our eyes grow wide as Ari stares at us. It takes a second or two for us to gain our bearings and when we do, Cameron mutters “Oh shit,” while trying to cover himself up with the shower curtain, nearly slipping on his ass in the process.

“Ari!” I squeal, trying to grab the nearest towel without face planting on the tiled floor. I wrap it around myself and pick Ari up, rushing out of the bathroom and shutting the door.

“How did you get in here?” I ask Ari. I quickly place her on the bed and slip into my robe.

Ari’s eyes never leave me and when I pick her up again she blurts, “Mommy, Cam has a tail.”

I freeze, staring at my daughter, because, well, I can’t help it. Oh, dear Lord, did she just say that? I cover my mouth to hide the giggle that wants to come out and take Ari downstairs. My grandmother gives me a look, like she knows what just happened and my face becomes hot. “I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I say, placing Ari amongst her toys in front of the television. I take the stairs two at a time and slide down the door after it’s closed, struggling to contain my laughter. Cameron pokes his head out the bathroom door.