She had this effect on me. Always had. The way she moved, the way she looked at me like she was daring me. Always daring me, challenging me. The thing with Lizzy was that nothing ever happened in half-measures. Not her anger, not her laughter, and definitely not the way she kissed me like she was trying to kill me.
We were always either about to kill each other or fuck each other, or both. Most of the time it was both.
And yet it never felt reckless. It felt inevitable.
And tonight, right now, in this shower, it was very, very inevitable.
CHAPTER 43
Stepping into the shower, I was immediately hit by the heat. As I reached for the taps, trying to adjust the temperature to get it perfect, I heard the door close behind me. I smiled, because I knew that when I turned around, Cam would be there, and best of all, he would be naked. So I decided to take my time. I eked out the moment, lengthened it as much as I could, knowing full well that I was driving him mad. I leaned a little to drive him even crazier as I turned the tap at a snail’s pace.
But when I was done and finally turned around, Cam had placed one shoulder against the wall, folded his arms and adopted a cool, chilled stance, clearly trying to call my bluff. He smiled at me.
‘I know you so well, even after all these years,’ he said, still in that put-on casual pose.
‘Prove it!’ I said, and leaned my back against the opposite wall, also crossing my arms to match his pose. The water rushed down between us, hot and steaming and just begging for us to step under it.
But Cam didn’t move a muscle. He just stared at me. Stray drops of water were sliding down the hard lines of his body, making him glisten. I hadn’t planned on making the first move; that would have been giving in, that would have been losing . . . but what had Cam said? We were both going to win in this particular situation.
I lurched forward and shoved him against the wall. The slap of his back hitting the tiles echoed around the shower.
‘I knew you’d be the first to give in,’ he said, smirking at me.
‘I thought you said this wasn’t a competition, that there were no losers, only winners,’ I reminded him.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed my waist, spun me around and pushedmeagainst the wall. It was cold against the side of my face, but the water was hot. ‘And I can’t believe you fell for that,’ he said, forcing a knee between my legs and pushing them apart. He leaned in close, lips against my ear. ‘You shouldn’t start fights you’re going to lose, Lizzy.’
‘I always win,’ I hissed back, and clamped his knee between my legs as hard as I could.
Cam laughed. ‘You think I can’t get free?’
‘Try,’ I challenged.
‘Okay.’ But instead of pulling away, he wrapped his fingers around my ribcage and tickled me, just like he’d done that night all those years ago.
‘STOP! Oh my God,no!’ I squealed, and released his leg, desperately trying to get away from him.
When I’d calmed down somewhat, I turned to face him again. He was smiling at me, but not like before. This was a different kind of smile. The kind that took me right back.
‘Just like old times,’ he whispered, so softly it was barely audible over the sound of the water. We moved towards each other, stopping just before the falling water, then both reached out at the same time and pulled each other in. I kissed him. He kissed me back, and the water poured over our bodies, mingling with our lips and tongues.
He took my bottom lip between his teeth, tugged on it just hard enough that it was painful. I groaned and grabbed at his shoulders, digging into them, scratching my nails down his back and pulling him against me. I could feel how hard he was. He grabbed my hand and shoved it between our bodies, working it down until he found his cock. He wrapped my hand around it and then closed his over mine, squeezing hard. ‘It’s all yours, Lizzy. Always has been.’ I worked it between my hands, as much as the lack of space let me; he didn’t pull away to give me more room to manoeuvre, insteadkeeping his body pressed into mine. He was moaning now, and his body was stiffening and then relaxing with each tight-fisted tug.
But then he stopped me. He reached down, grabbed the backs of my thighs and hoisted me onto him. And this time I wasn’t going to fight him. This time I was going to let him take control of the moment. He stepped back, still carrying me, then lowered himself onto the tiled seat in the shower. I was on his lap now, the perfect position for what I knew he was about to do, and I couldn’t wait for it. Couldn’t wait to feel him fill me. His hand slipped down between us, and I braced myself for what was coming. Only it didn’t come in the way I thought it would. It didn’t come hard, or fast, or rough.
‘Cam, what are you doing?’ I asked, looking down as he gently dragged the tip of his cock back and forth over me.
‘Taking my time,’ he said. ‘I’ve waited six years for this moment, and I’m going to savour every second of it.’
I didn’t want to fuck her. Not like before.
Not this time.
The hot water ran over our skin, and the steam from the heat curled around us, like we were shrouded in a veil, totally separate from the rest of the world. She was on my lap, her legs wrapped around me, and before, it had been rough. Urgent. Angry. We hadn’t made love – we’d devoured, clawed and sworn at each other. But not this time . . .
This time I wanted her to feel what I hadn’t been able to say to her all those years ago. I took my cock in my hand and teased her with it; found her clit and circled it with the softest, slowest of touches. I could see she was surprised that I hadn’t just slammed into her.
‘I missed you,’ I whispered against her neck. She didn’t answer, but her arms tightened around me. Her hips shifted in slow and steady motions, her movements meeting mine, and I knew she was going to come like this. Soon.
