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Not that I planned on going back to LA soon, not if half the things I wanted in Elmer came to fruition. Blue Star would consume a huge amount of time. Understanding a multifaceted business like this was no small undertaking.
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling and suppressed a grim chuckle. More lying to myself. Great. The reason I wanted to spend more time in Texas wasn’t primarily the ranch, it was Cameron.
I captured a strand of her hair between my fingers and moved it behind her ear. Her small diamond stud earrings winked faintly in the nearly dark bedroom. I was transfixed by her earlobe, the shape utterly fascinating. It was a humbling experience for a man of my age to find a woman who could bring him to his knees.
Maybe an email to the team would be good enough to pass on the information on the serum. They knew what they were doing. If we could market it for sunburn, they’d figure out how.
Carefully, I slid lower on the mattress, my aching neck unwilling to stay in its awkward position a moment longer. Like we’d shared a bed for years, Cameron moved to accommodate me. Her leg bent and hooked over my thighs above the blankets. Her fingers flattened above my heart, and she sighed in contentment.
Those galloping horses were back. I needed to figure out what was going on with this woman or make an appointment with a cardiologist before my heart burst.
Drifting on the edge of sleep with my eyes closed, listening to her breath, and soaking in the feeling of her wrapped around me, I didn’t mind the horse’s hoofbeats.
I’d chased off so many women over the years that it was startling to have one get behind my defenses. One kiss and she’d made it behind my walls. No. Her conquest started before that. The memory of her wrapped in a towel, flipping me the bird as she walked away and never looked back. That moment was the beginning of the end.
My first inkling that she had woken was the pattern she traced on my chest through my shirt. A star, then a circle, then something that tickled. I closed my hand over hers, stopping the movement and pressing her palm flat. Gray slashes of daylight leaked into the room. I didn’t want to give up the night and release her.
“Hi.” Her whisper confirmed she was awake.
“Morning. How do you feel?” My voice was thick and slow, a mix of fatigue and lingering sleep. I considered letting go of her, rolling away, and getting out of bed. I didn’t do any of it.
“Amazing.” She yawned as she answered, her face nuzzling into my shoulder and her leg drawing higher up my body, with only a layer of gray cotton sweatpants between us.
Relief coursed through me at not being shoved from the bed. I knew I’d crossed some boundaries by sleeping next to her, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave her alone. The anxiety over her well-being would have given me an ulcer.
“Good.” I rubbed my hand down her back. Her hair was silky soft, and her body was utterly relaxed. So different from the vibrant woman she showed to the world.
“Thank you for everything yesterday. I was... foolish.”
“No, Stephen was. That outfit.” I growled and tightened my arm around her. The protective anger swelled up, chasing away the remnants of sleep.
“He was doing his job. Not a big deal.”
“I disagree.”
She patted my chest like I was a puppy or a little kid to be placated.
“Cameron... “ Her name was a plea and an admonishment.
“Yes.” She turned and pressed a kiss over my heart. Her leg started a slow, sensuous glide up my body until the inside of her knee nudged my cock. It flared to life, stiffening instantly at her slight touch.
My lungs contracted, and I lay still, not sure if I should try to will my erection away or rub it against her. Damn, I wanted to move my hips, ease the hard throbbing of my length by pressing it into her.
She shifted, and I could barely hear the rustle of the bedding over the hoofbeats in my chest and the blood pounding in my ears. It was like the fucking homestretch at Churchill Downs. Crowds cheering, horses running. Noise and tension. Derby day, and this was the home stretch. All from a slight graze of her leg over my morning hard-on.
She traced a slow path from my heart down until her hand brushed my erection through my sweatpants. My lungs seized, and my joints locked into place. Her touch was the only thing that would set me free.
“Cameron.” I breathed out her name on a painfully tight exhale.
“Yes?” She cupped me fully, and I arched my hips to meet her caress. My head pushed into the pillow, and a sensation like I never dreamed flooded through me. It wasn’t about her hand on my dick. I was forty-four years old; this wasn’t a new experience. But a single stroke had never affected me like this. More than lust, her touch caused a bolt of something so all-consuming I couldn’t give it a name.
“Don’t stop.” I gasped through my clenched jaw. If this was a dream, I’d be happy to die in my sleep.
She wiggled closer, and her center pressed against my hip. Our shared body heat made the clothing between us seem inconsequential. When she rubbed against me, her breath caught, and my control broke. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her, dragging her fully on top of me.
We were sealed together, and before my history or common sense could intercede, I tangled my fingers in her hair and angled her face for a kiss. Her gasp turned to a whimper under my lips. Our mouths fused. The kiss grew from a touch of lips to a full-body experience.
We rubbed against each other, her pussy riding over my hardness. I had a hand under the hem of her shorts, cupping her bare ass and urging her on. Undulating was the only word with enough erotic potency to convey the movement and sensation.
