Page 93 of Things We Fake
“Am I invited?”
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one. “You couldn’t get out of this even if you wanted to.”
His smile deepened as I worked my way down, dragging my fingertips lightly over the exposed skin. The muscles of his chest tensed beneath my touch, his breath growing heavier.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.
I looked up at him, my lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “You’ve turned me into a pyromaniac.”
I pushed the fabric from his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. His body was breathtaking, his skin warm as my fingers slid over his beautifully rounded pecs. My fingertips found his nipples, and he caught his breath sharply, then reached for the hem of my sweater. He lifted it over my head, his knuckles grazing my sides as he tugged it free. My nipples peaked against the lace of my bra, the anticipation making me dizzy.
The obsessive rhythm of that Spanish guitar was the spice that set my senses on fire.
“I never thought Flamenco was such an aphrodisiac,” I whispered.
“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” he murmured in return.
He trailed his fingers down my waist, then moved to the clasp at my back. The man had a surgeon’s precision when it came to undressing me. My bra came loose, and as he slipped it down my arms, his gaze darkened—from smooth espresso martini to something straight-up intoxicating.
“Damn.” He brushed a reverent thumb over my bare breast. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how perfect you are.”
Heat pooled between my thighs, my entire body tingling from that single, simple touch. His hands drifted lower, getting rid of my skirt, leaving me in only a scrap of lace. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid my panties down, his knuckles brushing my thighs, touching me with the same determined grace the singer caressed his guitar. He straightened and, without breaking eye contact, reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open.
I swallowed as he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard, thick, smooth erection.
“Ready to get clean?” he asked gruffly.
“I thought we were going to get dirty.”
I trailed my fingers down his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles tightened beneath my touch.
He caught my wrist before I could go any lower. “Get into the tub, Susanne.”
My skin tingled at the gravel in his tone, but I obeyed, stepping carefully into the hot, rose-scented water. The heat engulfed me gradually, unwinding every sore muscle in my body. Cam slid in behind me, the water sloshing as his legs settled on either side of mine. The warmth of the bath was nothing compared to theheat radiating from him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I melted into him with a sigh, letting the tension pour away from my muscles.
“Good?” he murmured against my ear.
“Oh, yeah. I dreamed about this all day, but my wildest fantasies couldn’t get close to what was waiting for me.”
His lips brushed the shell of my left ear, lingering there. “Did you know that no two ears are alike? They’re like fingerprints—completely unique.” His voice dropped, teasing. “I would know you anywhere just from this one.”
A laugh escaped me, low and breathless. “You’ve been studying my ears?”
“Among other things,” he said, nibbling gently. “But yes. I happen to be very fond of this particular one.”
“Have at it,” I whispered, melting a little more.
“I plan to.”
While his mouth was busy, his hands started to explore, gliding along my arms, then down to my stomach, caressing me under the water. I tipped my head back against his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he whispered.
A shudder ran through me as his hands drifted lower; his fingers trailed softly over my stomach, the heat of his palms igniting sparks across my skin. I was completely boneless against him, melting into the warmth of the bath and the strength of his body.Time seemed to stop as we lay together in the tub, watching rose petals idly drift across the water, and steam dance lazily in the air.
“I could stay like this forever.” My voice barely made it past a sigh, my limbs loose and unwilling to move.
“Tempting.” Cam’s fingers ghosted up my ribs. “But I have other plans for you tonight.”
