Page 71 of Bad for Business
I’m sure she hears my sharp inhale at the sound of her moan. I’m trying my best to keep this tame, but hearing her moan as she stands naked in front of me is doing very dirty things to me.
Camille takes a step back, pressing her ass even harder up against my very obvious erection.
“Cami,” I grit out, my entire body tense with the desire I have for her.
“What?” she asks innocently. She moves her hips, swaying them in a motion that drives me fucking crazy.
My hands leave her hair and find her waist, stopping her from being able to move. “You said this was just a shower. I’m trying to wash your hair,” I tell her, my words coming out far more controlled than how I feel.
All I want to do is turn her around, pin her against the tile, and slide inside her for the first time in months.
God, I’m fucking desperate for it.
Camille tries to move, but I keep my grip on her tight. I can’t have her moving her ass against my cock again. If she does, I won’t be able to hold myself back. It’s taking everything in meright now to not lose control and do all the things I’ve imagined doing to her since New Year’s.
“Then wash my hair,” Camille taunts, trying to keep her voice innocent but failing.
“I’m trying.” I move my hands from her hips, allowing them to hover over the spot for a moment as I make sure she isn’t going to go right back to teasing me.
Instead of rubbing her ass against me again, she turns around and dips her head underneath the stream of water. She rinses the shampoo out of her hair while keeping her eyes locked on me the entire time.
“Can I tell you whatI’mthinking about?” she asks, lifting her arms and running her fingers through her hair as she continues to work the shampoo out of it.
“Always.”
One of her hands slips from her hair and drifts down her neck. She creates a sudsy trail with her movements. “I’m thinking that I wish I hadn’t told you this was just a shower. Now that I see you…I’m thinking about how much I want you.” Her words are said quietly, her eyes looking downward for a moment as if she’s nervous to even say them out loud.
I clench my jaw and close my eyes, trying to keep my desire in check. “You can’t say things like that,” I rasp.
I meet her stare again as her hand continues to roam her body. I can’t help it; I pull my gaze from her beautiful aquamarine eyes and follow the path of her hand. Her fingers drift over her collarbone, continuing to move lower.
“Why?” she asks, her fingers drifting over her breast. All I can think about is how I want to replace her fingers with my own—or even with my mouth.
“Because I really fucking want you,” I confess. I palm my cock for a moment, trying to give myself some sort of relief. “But you were just sick. You need to take a warm shower and then getback in bed and rest. And everything I’m thinking right now does not involve you resting.”
She twists her body slightly, allowing the water to run over the other side of her body and hair. “I’m feeling much better.”
I groan. “You might be feeling better, but you still need rest.”
“What if I don’t want to rest right now?”
Another groan escapes my lips. “You’re killing me, princess. I want to keep my word, but you’re making that very hard to do.”
“That seems like a waste of a perfectly good shower.”
She playfully bites her lip, and it crumbles the little resolve I have left. I’m used to her smart mouth arguing with me at every turn. I just never expected to be arguing with her about how we shouldn’t give in to the sexual tension between us right now—and for her to be the one wanting to go further while I’m trying to keep it on the tame side.
“Cami.” Her name comes out like a warning. Even if she thinks she’s feeling better, I don’t want to push her too far. Not yet. Not before she’s had time to recover from being sick.
“I love it when you call me that.” It’s another confession from her that’s said quietly. I love that she’s letting me into her head a bit and telling me what’s running through that beautiful mind of hers. I’ve spent so long trying to get past her walls that I’m still trying to wrap my head around her being open with me.
“Cami,” I repeat, saying it low but sweet. “Turn around so I can put the conditioner in your hair.”
She shakes her head. “At least kiss me, Ryker. I promise I’m feeling up to that.” Her eyes search mine, waiting for me to respond. I don’t, at first. All I do is take her in. Her wet, dark eyelashes clump together. It makes her eyes look even lighter, and I can’t help but think I’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as hers. “Kiss me like you never want to let go,” Camille adds.
My resolve snaps. Unable to go another second without touching her, I take a step closer and grab her by the hips onceagain. I fuse my mouth to hers as the water hits both of us in the face. It doesn’t stop me from deepening the kiss, and it doesn’t stop her from letting me.
Her mouth opens eagerly for me. There’s still leftover shampoo in her hair, but she doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I.
