Page 22 of Finally Home

She snickered, still amused with herself, and he promptly rammed his cock in her to the hilt, pushing her facedown.

“Now, Red, play with yourself.”

Hand fixed to her clit, she rolled the bundle of nerves between her fingertips and ramped herself right back up to where she’d been not minutes ago—on the edge of another epic orgasm.

West’s fingers fisted in the curls of her hair as he plunged deep within her over and over. Pulling her up toward him, he palmed her breast with his free hand. Between labored breaths, he whispered in her ear, “I’m so close, Red. You feel so fucking good. Like coming home.”

Breathlessly she tried to answer, “West. Home. Coming.”

“That’s my girl. Come for me. We’ll go together.”

Both hands cupped her breasts. He rolled both nipples between his fingertips, then pulled them away from her body, effectively sending her over the edge.

Cami rocked into the warm bliss of ecstasy, her body convulsing against him. West moaned and rode out his own release, her pussy milking him through each aftershock.

When she’d taken all he had to give, West wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned back into him, utterly sated. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Damn, Red. You are incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Heat filled her cheeks, loving that he reacted that way to her. “I know I’ve never come so hard. Or so many times in a row.”

West chuckled, and the deep vibrations sent a wave of lust through her. “I guess we’ll have to see if you’ve got any more in you.”

“Later. I think we’ve earned a short break.”

He pulled himself from her and laid her down on the rug before getting up and walking to the bathroom. Seconds later he returned with a damp cloth and cleaned her.

“Oooh, full service. You even clean up after yourself.”

West gave a little bow and knelt in front of her. “I aim to please.”

Cami reached to pull the cloth from his hands. “Give that to me. I can do it myself.”

He snatched it away and grabbed her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he placed a soft kiss on the top. “I want to, Cami. When are you going to see that, with you, it’s not about needing to do anything; it’s about wanting to.”

She didn’t fight him when he pushed open her knees and cleaned the evidence of their lovemaking. When he’d finished, he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled into his chest, silently considering his words. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to do these things. She did. But she had also learned that a man could want to do these things and still walk away. And that was what terrified her the most. She wasn’t sure she could survive if he walked away again.

CHAPTEREIGHT

WEST

Most people would say eggnog was the drink of choice for the holiday. West knew better, though.

The mulled wine simmered on the stove top, and he methodically stirred it the way his mom had taught him as a boy.

“That smells wonderful.” Cami pressed her breasts against his back and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. After he’d brought in the tree, they’d showered, and he’d insisted they remain in as little clothing as possible. That left him in nothing but gray joggers and Cami in a sexy black lingerie set. He’d allowed her to add his flannel for warmth, but it only added to his perpetual hard-on.

He loved seeing her in his clothes. Loved feeling her hands around him. He hadn’t lied when he told her it was like coming home. Cami was it for him, had always been it for him.

Turning to face her, he tilted her chin toward him and pressed his lips to hers. Damn he loved kissing her. “The wine is just about done. How’s the tree coming along?”

“It’s almost ready for decorating. I just need to finish stringing the lights.”

“I’ll leave that to you.”

“No doubt. I am not letting you anywhere near our tree with lights in your hand. It may have been twenty years ago, but you are the only person I have ever met capable of starting a fire with Christmas tree lights.”

West threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I stand by the fact that it was the old-ass lights my dad insisted we use and not my fault.”

Cami rolled her eyes with a grin, her arms still around him, and she pulled him tighter against her. “West, you can’t plug that many lights into a single extension cord, no matter what kind you use.”

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