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Just like he planned to consume Camille.
CHAPTER8
Camille snuggled in closer to the warm, muscular body pressed tight against her back. And judging from just how hard that body was, someone was ready for a third round—or was it a fourth one?
Her eyes flew open, and she gazed down at the powerful shoulder and arm cradling her head, then peeked down to the muscular forearm on top of the white sheet. Trent.
Her lips curved upward, and her eyelids fluttered closed. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. How an accidental text message had morphed into the best thirty-six hours of her life was beyond comprehension.
She was an accountant, for god’s sake, and generally cautious in her decisions and certainly hadn’t been as spontaneous as she’d been since Friday night. Perhaps she should thank Sean for his smarmy behavior––he’d done her a favor by knocking her out of her complacency.
Granted, it hadn’t been a full weekend––yet––but so far Trent had proven to be funny, sweet, strong, and by far the best lover she’d ever had. Add in that he ran a charity for underprivileged kids, and he was pretty much the perfect man.
And despite the risk of this all being a rebound with her––which it absolutely was not––he’d made it clear he wanted more.
She turned her head and kissed the silky skin of his biceps, inhaling his clean masculine scent, which mingled with their mutual “we had three mind-blowing bouts of sex all over this hotel room” aroma.
He rumbled something unintelligible.
Aha, was someone not a morning person? Perhaps she could convince him otherwise. She arched her spine and pressed her bottom against him. Wiggled her hips.
Because it was a new day and one place they’d neglected to christen was the spectacular shower designed to accommodate at least four people. With two over-sized showerheads and a convenient bench seat, the shower beckoned.
Especially since her hair was a tangled bird’s nest and her breath would only endear her to her brother’s rescue dog, Frank. And he might even turn tail and run.
No, she wasn’t ready to breathe on the hottie in her bed. No, better to lure him to the bathroom and do a quick teeth brushing while the water heated up.
She lifted his heavy arm and shimmied out from beneath the sheet. He grumbled and pulled one of the pillows over his head. Definitely not a morning person. Good to know.
She circled around and bent over the bed behind him. “It’s time to wake up.” She stroked one hand down his sleekly muscled back.
More grumbling. Then, he snagged her wrist and pulled her closer against him. “Come back to bed.” His deep voice held hints of whiskey and sex.
She leaned in and nipped his defined triceps. “Better idea. Meet me in the shower in five minutes. Bring condoms.”
His grip tightened. Then, he released her arm and angled his head toward her, his eyes hooded. “Deal.”
She practically skipped to the bathroom, hugging her arms around her waist. When she reached the double marble sinks and focused on her reflection in the mirror, a squeak like the possum she resembled, escaped her.
Yeah, way too soon for Trent to see her looking like this. Her mascara was smeared halfway down her face, her lips were swollen, her chin was pink from his strong jaw and five o’clock shadow, and no words existed to describe her hair.
She snatched up her toothbrush and polished away her death-breath and used a make-up wipe to remove most of the pitch-black circles beneath her eyes. She flipped on the shower and returned to the sink while the water heated up. Time to stick her head under the pounding water, wash off last night’s make-up remnants, and anticipate the perfect Sunday with Trent.
She’d just stepped under the spray when Trent opened the wide glass door. He tossed two condom packets onto the tiled shower bench and joined her beneath the steamy water. He slid his arms around her and pulled her against him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers. His breath was minty fresh, so he’d also taken the opportunity to brush his teeth. Wise man.
“Good morning to you. So you like my idea?” She deepened the kiss.
“Mmm-hmm.” He turned, pumped out some body wash from the wall dispenser, and massaged the gel down her back until he reached her bottom. He cupped her in his hands and tugged her against him.
The steel ridge of his erection dug into her belly. Her breath hitched. “I figured we both needed to clean up after last night.”
He trailed his mouth down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. “I don’t know, getting dirty with you was hot. But since you want to get clean, let me take care of you.”
He reached for more soap and worked the gel in a circular motion around her breasts, tugging on her taut nipples, then rubbed down her belly, until he reached her core. He stroked her and she rocked into his hand. Ready. Eager for more.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me,” He dropped his forehead against hers and thrust two fingers inside her.
