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“Later.”
“Why do I think later means never?” She laughed as he dropped her onto the mattress and yanked off the shirt. She wore absolutely nothing beneath it. Her laugh was like nothing he’d ever heard before. Joyfully filling up the room until all he could focus on was this woman in this moment.
As if he’d want to be anywhere else.
Cameron bracketed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. “If later meant never, then I’d say never. Later means later.” He pushed a single finger into her and cursed when he found her wet and tight. “Were you fucking yourself with your fingers while I was walking here?”
Her grin turned evil. “Maybe.”
“What am I going to do with you, Trish?”
Her laugh turned into a moan as he pushed a second finger into her. “I have a few ideas.”
“I’m all ears.” He kept slowly fucking her with his fingers, ensuring he hit that spot inside her that made her eyes damn near cross with every stroke. He circled her clit with his thumb. “Hmm?”
“You’re unbelievable.” She reached up and hooked the back of his neck, towing herself up to kiss him. “You want it spelled out? I want you. Hands. Mouth. Cock. All of it. Every position. Over and over again.”
His stomach dropped, and even though Cameron knew better, he still said, “Your list of my attributes leaves a lot to be desired.”
Trish rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the mattress. “What do you want me to say? That I am having fun with you? That I like how much thought you put into the haunted tour and making sure we eat somewhere that has fish and chips because you know I’m a little obsessed? That I really dig your kind of closet nerdy thing with the fantasy novels? Or maybe that I think it’s really sexy how smart you are, and your inability to filter yourself has become charming instead of infuriating? That’s the lamest dirty talk out there.”
“You like me.”
“No, really? Of course I like you—sometimes in spite of yourself.” Something akin to vulnerability crept into her blue eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly great at this stuff.”
She’d just thrown out a revelation he thought he’d never hear. Oh, he knew Trish enjoyed their time together, but there was a vast difference between enjoying how he made her come and enjoying him.
Cameron started to reach for the nightstand where they’d stashed the giant box of condoms, but Trish burrowed her hands under the pillows and came up with one. She tore it open. “Pays to be prepared.”
“Words after my own heart.” He spread her wetness over her clit as she rolled the condom onto his cock. He pushed into her and they both went still at the sheer perfection of how good it felt. Not enough, though. It was never enough, because it always ended. He hooked her thighs and lifted her legs as he thrust forward, bending her in half and allowing him as deep inside her as he’d ever been.
“Oh, Cam.” She clutched at his shoulders. “God, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
The same thing she said every time they had sex. Don’t stop. And he answered just as he always did. “I’ll never stop, Trish. Not as long as you want it.”
Cameron kept his strokes steady and reached down to stroke her clit how he knew she liked it. He’d had Trish at night and in the morning, but late afternoon Trish might be his favorite. The clouds that had lingered all morning finally parted and golden sunlight bathed her skin, making her damn near glow beneath him. Her expression went ecstatic and her pussy clenched around him as she came. He couldn’t hold out longer. He didn’t want to. With her milking his cock so sweetly, he let go and came hard enough to see stars.
Never want to let you go, Trish.
He managed to keep the words inside, if only barely. It was time to change how he approached this. Trish had admitted she liked him, and it was a small step from liking to falling for him.
He wasn’t going to give her up without a fight.
After a detour into the shower, Trish finally allowed Cameron to haul her out of the hotel for some exploring. Night had long since fallen, but the city hadn’t slowed down in the least. It felt different from New York, though. Less frenetic, maybe. Cameron tucked her under his arm and pulled her close as if they’d walked down the street together a thousand times before.
As if they’d walk down a thousand more streets in the future.
Knock it off. You told him you didn’t want to talk about that until you’re back in New York, and so there’s no point in obsessing over it.
No point, but that had never stopped her before.
