Page 74 of Feels Like Coming Home

With Cam deep inside of me, his tongue going back and forth between my breasts, and his finger playing with my clit, I started to climb again. I wanted him to finish with me this time, so I kept talking.

“You’re so good at this. You’re making me want to finish already,” I groaned into his ear.

“Then why don’t you?” He asked before bringing his lips to my neck.

“Because I want you to come with me, Cam. I want you to finish when I do.”

He moaned and nipped at my ear as he continued to push in and out of me. He started to quicken his pace, so I know my words were bringing him closer to the edge.

“You…can fuck me…any day of the week. As long as you do it like this,” I moaned. He bit my neck and I yelped out. “Your cock is so hard, every time you go deeper inside of me another part of me comes alive. Please, Camden, fuck me deeper. Fuck me harder.”

“Jesus Christ, Haley, you’re going to make me finish if you keep talking like that,” he growled and tried to pull away, but I wrapped my legs around him and dug my fingers into his back, not letting him move. He moaned deeply as my fingers sunk deeper into his skin. Cam’s back flexed under my fingers and his arms started to shake as he continued to sink his hips deeper inside of me.

“Please. Please come. Please fuck me. I need you too, I’ve been waiting all week for you to do this to me.Please, Camden.”

As soon as the word left my lips, both Cam and I crashed into one another, falling over the edge at the same time. Dropping down to his elbows, Cam was breathing heavily into my neck as the pleasure continued to rip through my body. With my legs still wrapped around him, I pushed my hips up into his, sinking him a little deeper inside of me causing him to suck in a breath.

“That is not fair,” he groaned, pushing my head to one side with his nose and lightly sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot behind my ear. It sent a shiver through me and I pushed my hips up into his again.

“Lucky for me, I’m not a professional athlete so I don’t have to play fair.” I bucked my hips up one last time and took pleasure in the feeling of all the muscles in his body contracting at once.

“You are evil.” His voice was raspy as he was still catching his breath, but a smile was on his face and his deep emerald eyes were locked on mine.

“And you love me.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

I froze under him and the words we had both said hung in the air. My words had tumbled out before I even realized what I’d said, but Cam had agreed without hesitation. Looking at him now, I couldn’t read his expression. He looked as if he wasn’t sure if he had said something wrong. My eyes searched his as my brain tried to come up with the right words to say next.

But it came up empty.

Sensing the awkwardness, Cam leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, dispelling some of the tension that had filled the air.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up.” He slowly pulled out of me and stood up. He moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. For a second, I thought that was going to be the end of the exchange, but after a moment, the door to the bathroom slid open again and his head popped out from the other side. “You wanna join me?”

After climbingout of the shower, I pulled on the tee shirt that Cam had left for me on the bathroom counter, smiling as I did because it smelled like him.I will be adding this one to my collection.

When Cam asked me to join him in the shower, I almost wasn’t sure if I should say yes. He had kind of told me he loved me—maybe? I’m still trying to figure that out—and I wasn’t sure if the awkwardness from bed would follow us into the shower.

Thankfully it hadn’t and taking a shower with Cam was oddly sweet. He checked to make sure it wasn’t too hot and he gave me plenty of space even though he was huge and took up most of the shower. He also offered to wash my hair, which no one had ever offered to do before. It was sweet and tender, and extremely hot without anything we were doing being outright sexy.

Things like this just felt different with Cam.

A good kind of different.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I found my underwear on the floor and pulled them on. Cam was spread out in bed wearing a pair of joggers and nothing else. He smiled up at me as I got closer and reached for my hand as I made it to the side of the bed I slept on the last time I stayed.

“Feel better?” he asked as I sat down next to him on the bed.

“I do. I feel very clean. Thanks for the shirt.” My hand touched the sleeve of the shirt and I posed for him.

“You’re welcome. You look good in my stuff; you should wear it more often.” His voice came out deeper and he pulled me into him. My hands braced themselves on his chest as our lips met again. I could feel him smiling as our lips touched. We kissed like this for a few minutes, pressing into one another hard and deep.

“Scooch over,” I told him, pulling the blankets back and wiggling myself down under them. I nestled myself at his side, his toned arm wrapped under me like a pillow. He was warm and I loved how his warmth made me feel safe. Like nothing bad could happen to me. To us.

“There you go again, being bossy,” he joked.

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you once told me that me being the boss turned you on.” I slapped him playfully as I pressed my body against his. He caught my hand as it made contact with his chest.

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