I obey, dropping my hands to her ass so I can pull her into me with every thrust.
She kisses me hard, her teeth clinging to my lower lip until the cries leaving her mouth seem too much for her to hold in any longer. I dive in deep, my cock pulsing as my orgasm takes over everything, and Campbell’s nails dig into my sides, pulling me into her harder until her head falls back in ecstasy. Her pussy clenches and releases around my dick, and I tease her clit with my thumb, drawing out her orgasm until she begs me to stop.
I suck her arousal from my thumb, then press my lips against hers, nipping at her lower lip.
“That’s never going to be enough.” My voice is gravelly and low. I’m determined to find a way for this to work. I don’t care what it takes.
“Shower?” I ask. She whimpers and nods, her eyes still closed as her forehead falls against mine.
Her hands walk their way up my chest, then around my shoulders, and she lets me lift her against me, my dick still pulsing inside her pussy as I carry her into my bathroom.
I turn on the water as she slips from my hold, and leave my hand under the stream until it feels hot enough. Shepeels away her wet panties, and I grin at how well we ruined them.
“I can do your laundry,” I offer.
She drops her gaze to the lacy garment on the floor and shakes her head.
“I just won’t wear any.” Her expression morphs into a coy smirk that somehow has my cock pulsing again already.
“Fuck, I’m in trouble,” I admit.
A soft laugh leaves her lips as she takes my hand and steps into my shower tub. I step in behind her and go to work, washing her body with shower gel until she’s covered in my scent from head to toe.
After drying her off, I carry her into my studio space and lay her gently on my bed. She peers up at me, and I sense her mind unraveling with thoughts of rules and regret. Before she has a chance to second-guess any of this, I come right out with it and tell her what I want.
“Stay.”
Her gaze holds on to mine for several quiet seconds, her naked body so perfect against my wrinkled sheets. Her wet hair already curling into ringlets that splay out on my pillow. I’ll never be able to sleep alone again if this woman stays here tonight. I’d suffer for years after if all I have is this one night of her in my arms. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and her eyes lower to my growing cock.Fuck, I can’t help it.
I shake my head and lower myself so I’m lying next to her. My fingers begin tickling her arm.
“Just stay. Nothing more than sleep. Unless you want more. But just . . . just stay, Campbell. Tonight.”
Her lashes flit a few times. Her green eyes study mine, dropping to my mouth for a beat before she leans in and presses a chaste kiss to my lips that lasts several seconds.
“Okay,” she hums against my mouth, settling in at my side.
Her naked skin presses against mine, and the way our bodies interlock feels more natural than anything in my life. We fit. Somehow, in this bed, in this town—in this life. We fit.
FOURTEEN
CAMPBELL
The heavy weight of a warm, solid arm over my waist is the first thing that anchors me to reality. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the sharp morning light cutting through a gap in the blinds of Jake’s studio. The air carries the faint scents of his cologne, worn leather, and the unmistakable, lingering heat of last night.
I turn my head on the pillow, and my breath catches.
“Mornin’.”
Jake’s drawl practically pulls me back into my dreams.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He’s propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes fixed entirely on me. His expression is lazy, content.
A sudden wave of self-consciousness hits me as the breeze from his air conditioning unit pebbles my skin. I immediately grab the edge of the sheet, trying to pull the covers up over my bare body. Jake gently hooks his fingers around the edge of the fabric, though, stopping me. He shakes his head, a soft, vibration in his chest.
