“Jaz,” he says softly. “You could be in a crowd of millions and you'd still stand out. You're absolutely gorgeous, you're special, and you have the biggest heart I know. People can spot that a mile away.”
And just like that, the tiny space between falling and having fallen all the way in love is squashed.
I was teetering on the edge anyway, so all it took were some pretty words, and I was done for.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
This man now holds my tender heart in his hands and I can't help but wonder if I have his.
He kisses my knuckles before finally letting go. “Want to go for a drive?” I nod, despite having barely only a couple of hours of sleep and a stressful day. “Let's go.”
He gets out and opens my door before leading me over to his car. This area looks completely different in the light of day when there aren't a hundred questionable people littering the streets. We get into his car, and he drives us around, weaving in and out of traffic with no real destination in mind.
He drives fast, but I have a feeling he'd go even faster if it weren't for me in the car. The radio plays “Let It All Go”byBirdy & Rhodessoftly in the background, and the air flowing in from the cracks in the windows stirs the scent of vanilla throughout the interior. Not once does his hand ever release mine, our fingers remaining intertwined on the stick shift the whole time as he smoothly changes gears.
Eventually, he takes us to a wharf that looks more like an industrial area with big warehouses lining the waterfront. I don't think we're meant to be here, but he pulls up anyway, parking us at the edge so that we're looking out over the water. No one is around, and nothing can be heard except the gentle lapping of the water below and a few seagulls nearby.
I sit back, relaxed, enjoying the scenery.
“This view would be beautiful at sunrise.”
“It is.I've come here a lot over the years,” Cam says quietly. “Never brought anyone, though. You're really special to me. I hope you know that.”
My heart swells at the small admission, and I swing my attention to him, finding him already watching me with his soft, silver eyes. How can he make me go from questioning everything one night to melting into his passenger seat the next day while falling more in love with him?
I lift my hand to ever so softly trace over the cut above his eyebrow, the bruise on his cheek, and the cut on his full lip. His eyes flutter closed as his warm breath coasts along my fingers.
“Your touch is magical,” he whispers, thoroughly enjoying the gentle caresses with his eyes still shut.
“I love you,” I whisper just as quietly.
Blinking his eyes open again, he stares at me for a good ten seconds before grabbing the hand still touching his face and turning it to kiss my palm. He doesn't say the same three words back to me, but I find that I'm quite alright with that. They would mean much more if they were said spontaneously rather than just because I said them. Plus, he shows me how he feels with every touch and every look he bestows upon me.
He lays several kisses on my hand, each one I imagine meaning something different.I love you, too. I need you. I care about you.
Then he reaches down, pulls the lever to slide his seat back, and tugs my hand, urging me to climb over and straddle his lap. I glance around the area as I crawl across, checking to see if anyone can see us, but there's still no one around.
We're free to do as we please, and the thought sends a little thrill rippling through my core.
Once I've settled over him, Cam's hands slide a path from my hips to my back and then into my hair to grip the back of my head and bring my mouth to his. His tongue sweeps in, the two of them swirling together as a groan passes from his mouth to mine.
I rock my hips over the hard bulge forming in his pants, eliciting another low groan rumbling from his chest. I'm in my scrubs, and he has sweatpants on, so it's easy to feel the studs of his piercings, but I press harder into him anyway. A release is exactly what I need after today.
“Do you feel how hard you make me, Jaz? Every. Single. Time.” Cam grabs hold of my hips and rocks me faster, pulling a moan from deep within me. Heat fills my insides, and I can feel my nipples pebble with excitement. “We gotta get these pants off you,” he says over my lips.
I make a move to climb back to the other side, figuring I'll have more room to take them off there, but Cam's fingers tighten, sinking further into my flesh as if he'd rather not be away from me for even a second. Then he pulls the other lever for the seat to recline, making him fall back, and he pulls me with him.
He helps me maneuver out of my pants in that position while stealing kisses of any part of me that he can reach.
With his mouth preoccupied, he blindly reaches into the middle compartment and pulls out a condom. I try to ignore the part of my brain that questions the fact that he keeps a condom in there and instead tug at his waistband until I free his dick.
Taking him into my hands, I give attention to his piercings, pulling at them the way I know drives him crazy, and watch as his body shudders with pleasure and his molten eyes hood with desire. Then, rubbing my thumb over the tip, I spread the pre-cum around while my other hand moves from the piercings to the base to give a firm squeeze, forcing a hiss to slip past his lips.
Sitting with my back pressed against the steering wheel, I take the condom from his hand, rolling it on slowly to torture us both. Once he's sheathed with the rubber, he grips my hips, lifting me to line himself up with my opening. Then, I'm sinking down, both of us releasing lust-filled breaths.
“Ride me, beautiful,” he breathes out. “Take what you need from me.”
I just need you, I think as I start rocking my hips.
