I go slow, to begin with, splaying my hands on his chest and then scraping my nails down. I know he's bruised from last night, so I don't put any pressure on his ribs, although he's not exactly one to focus on any pain he may be in anyway.
“Yes,” Cam grunts when I increase my pace, grinding down hard on him.
Lifting his hands, he slides them under my top and bra and takes a breast in each hand, brushing his thumbs over my hardened peaks before tweaking them. It pulls a whimper from me, and I increase my speed even more. My skin feels heated, and I know if the windows were all the way up, the glass would be coated with moisture.
My breaths come out in quick puffs as I get closer and closer, and then finally, my orgasm crashes over me, hitting me with a force so strong that blackness dots the edges of my vision, and I cry out into the small space of the car. I'm still rocking when my head slumps forward and rests on his shoulder.
“I can feel every single pulse and clench of your pussy around my cock,” Cam rasps beside my ear.
He releases my nipples to grip my hips tightly once again and then starts thrusting up into me from below, his movements getting rougher with each thrust. It's his turn now.
He's already losing control, but it's obliterated when I turn my head to bite into his neck. He moves his hands to my ass cheeks and squeezes, pushing me down to shove himself as deep as possible.
“Fuck,” he groans before his body tenses, and he holds still while coming.
I feel him throbbing inside me, his body shuddering beneath my own while his chest heaves with heavy breaths. I love that I can make him as wild for me as he makes me for him.
When the final aftershocks have passed and our breaths have calmed, I push myself to a sitting position and look down at him.
“Hey,” I whisper, taking in his content, hooded eyes and mess of hair.
The side of his lips tilt up. “Hi,” he whispers back. “I didn't actually bring you here to do that.”
“It'd be okay if you did. It was pretty amazing.”
I grin at him, and he pulls me back down to wrap his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my hair. “You're so fucking perfect.”
We stay like that for another half an hour before leaving. Then after driving me back to my car and Cam following me back to my place, he orders me to get into bed and then holds me close until I fall asleep, feeling like everything is great once again.
CHAPTER 33
JASMINE
With a final wave to Ash, I step out into the night and walk toward where Cam is sitting in his idling car, waiting for me. The light from his phone illuminates his face in the otherwise dark interior, making the outline of his sharp jaw more prominent as he looks down at the screen. I watch as the muscle in it clenches and unclenches as I approach and wonder if he realizes he's doing it.
Steel-colored eyes jerk up to me when I open the passenger door and get in.
“Hey,” I greet. “How are you?”
He shrugs, waiting until I'm buckled in before taking off. “Better now. How was your day?”
I let out an exhausted sigh as the day begins catching up on me now that I'm sitting. “Busy.”
“Yeah?” he questions, almost distractedly. “And how was Walter feeling?”
“Walter . . .” I sigh for the second time within seconds. “He's still acting like he's okay, but it's written all over his face that this time is different. It scares me.” A pang of pain hits my chest when I think about it. He's been back in the hospital for a week now and is showing no signs of improvement.
I feel Cam's warm hand slip into mine, drawing my attention from the scenery outside my window. He pulls it up to his lips, laying a kiss across my knuckles before resting it on the stick shift with our fingers intertwined.
“I'm sure he'll be okay, especially if he has you looking after him.” Even though I don't quite believe him, I appreciate his sweet words, and it pulls a small smile to my lips. “Do you want to go do something?” he asks. “I think we could both do with a distraction.”
A regretful groan leaves my chest as I absently watch cars pass us by. As much as I want to spend time doing something with him, I'm utterly exhausted and don't think I can handle being awake for much longer, even though it's only just after eight. He has kept me busy every night that I'm not working, and even on nights that I am working, we'll end up being awake for a few hours after I'm finished before falling asleep naked next to each other. Not that I'm complaining about that part.
“I want to, I do, but honestly, I think I just need to crawl into bed and go to sleep.”
He's silent for a beat, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I'm sorry,” I tell him, followed by a yawn.
