Page 46 of Second Quarter Comeback
“Clearly,” I agree, my eyes never leaving her as she steps into the shower. “Again?—”
“Don’t apologize,” she cuts me off sharply, glancing over her shoulder with a raised brow. “Not for what happened out there, or I’m going to get more upset.”
I smirk, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, you’re bossy,” I tease, my gaze shameless as the water begins to cascade over her skin, clinging to every curve.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a flicker of a smile. “So, can I join you?” I ask, already reaching for the hem of my shirt.
“No. I’m not falling into the trap,” she says with a squeaky voice.
“Trap?”
“You’re going to use your mouth and those hands to convince me of . . . I don’t even know what,” she says, washing her hair.
“Come on, Cam. I promise to behave.”
Her lips twitch as she bites back a grin. “Fine, but keep your hands—and maybe your eyes—to yourself.”
“That’s a tall order,” I reply, stepping into the steam as I drop my clothes on the floor. Her eyes dart toward me briefly, then away, but I catch the faint blush creeping up her neck.
I step into the shower, the heat of the water cascading over my shoulders as I grab the loofah, myeyes locked on hers. The steam curls around us, making the space feel smaller, more intimate, like there’s nothing outside this moment. “Let me help,” I murmur, my voice low, dripping with intent.
She hesitates, her arms crossed defensively over her chest, but when I raise the loofah and swipe the soap against it, she exhales sharply, the resistance already starting to crack.
“Kill, we shouldn’t,” she insists, shaking her head even as her gaze dips to the water trailing down my chest.
“Oh, but I know you need it, baby,” I whisper, stepping closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. My breath fans against her skin as I move the loofah to her shoulder, gliding it gently across her collarbone. “And you’re going to be a good girl and let me take care of you, aren’t you?”
Her breath hitches, her body leaning ever so slightly.
“Answer me, Cam. Are you going to allow me take care of my girl?” I insist. “You know I won’t touch you if you don’t respond.”
“Yes please.” Her voice is throaty. The loofah trails lower, circling the curve of her shoulder and gliding down her arm. My lips press to her damp skin, following the path of the loofah, warm and teasing, just enough to make her tremble.
“Kill . . .” Her voice wavers, but there’s no conviction behind it now, just need.
I hum against her neck, the vibration making her shiver as I work the loofah down her chest, pausing just above her breasts. I move slowly, deliberately, every touch calculated to unravel her. My mouth follows, leaving open-mouthed kisses against her throat, down the hollow between her collarbones.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, and I smirk against her skin. “You can touch me, you know,” I murmur, my voice teasing as the loofah dips lower. “Or is this all too much for you, sweetheart?”
She gasps as I slide the loofah over the swell of her breast, my thumb brushing the skin just above it, bare and slick from the water. Her knees tremble, and I catch her waist with my free hand, pulling her closer. “I’ve got you,” I say softly, my lips grazing her jaw. “You don’t have to fight this. Let go for me.”
The loofah moves down, circling her hips before brushing the inside of her thigh. My mouth trails down her neck, hot and deliberate, as my hand presses her firmly against me. Her breathing grows ragged, her body arching into my touch.
“Kill, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the water.
I grin against her skin, my hand stilling as I pull back slightly to look at her. “Please what?” I ask, my tone dark and coaxing. “Tell me what you want, baby. Say it.”
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and pleading. “Let me come,” she begs, her voice trembling with desperation.
I chuckle softly, my lips brushing hers. “Not yet,” I murmur, sliding the loofah between her thighs. “You’ll come when I say, and not a second before.”
She moans, her body trembling in my arms as my lips trail along her jaw, nipping and kissing, each movement deliberate and teasing. The loofah slips from my hand, forgotten, as I replace it with my fingers, sliding them between her thighs. Her gasp is sharp, her body arching against me as I find her heat, slick and pulsing.
“Fuck, Cam,” I growl against her ear, my fingers stroking her folds slowly, spreading her open. “You’re so wet for me. Is this all for me, baby? Tell me.”
“Yes.” She nods, her breathing uneven, but that’s not enough for me. I press harder, my thumb circling her clit as two fingers slip inside her, curling just right. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as her hips instinctively roll against my hand.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, each word brushing against her skin. “Take my fingers, baby. I want to feel how much you want this.”
