Page 84 of Catching Camila

He was the one to break the silence. “Camila, I’m so sorry about what happened before. I left to save you. I thought I could stay away. But…” He looked up at her face, eyes studying her expression. “I couldn’t take it. And then they wouldn’t let me leave. It took me this long to get away. I’m sorry.”

She picked at the blanket feeling a swirl of emotion. “Does Nomad know you are here?”

He shook his head. “There’s others involved, too. I’m supposed to be doing reconnaissance in Kansas City. It’s the first time they’ve trusted me to leave. I’ll have to lie, but it shouldn’t be that hard. How much can be going on in Kansas City?”

“And the other craters? Should we be worried?”

He shook his head. “I made them promise no one would go to your town. You’re safe.”

“What about the other towns?”

He averted his eyes. “I’m doing my best.”

She plucked at grass strands that swayed in the wind. It was all so complicated. Being with him. All that went with it. She picked apart a seed pod until his hand settled over hers. She met his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have come if I’d thought it would hurt you. And if it is… If it’s making you uncomfortable or upset, I’ll go.”

“No,” she said without hesitation. Her hand fit into his. “I’m glad you came. What you did with my grandfather… That was amazing. I’ve been waiting to thank you. To see you again.” She bit her lip.

A smile played on his face. “I’ve wanted to see you again, too. It’s all I could think about.”

Her eyes traced his face and lingered on his lips. She wanted to kiss him very badly. He seemed to sense it, leaning forward. Feeling a magnetic pull, she leaned in, too. Soon, there was very little space between them. Electricity seemed to snap like live wires.

She’d closed her eyes and let go.

His lips pressed on hers and a surge of endorphins skipped up her body. Every inch of her skin came to life. His hand snaked around and gripped the back of her neck as she wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders. She fit so perfectly there with him, her small hands on his large muscles. But the kiss was heating up and her attention was snapped away as he breathlessly stopped kissing her mouth and moved down to her neck.

Things were heating up indeed.

A raw hunger she’d never known occupied her mind. The only thing she could think about now was where his skin touched hers, the feel of his fingers as they skimmed her back, the way he was inching in until her breasts brushed against the hardness of his pecs. His breath pulsed on her neck, thrilling her.

Panting, he pulled back. “I can stop if you’d—”

“No. Don’t stop.” She didn’t know when she’d see him again, if at all. She had to make this night count. With a deliberateness she hadn’t known herself capable of, she reached down and pulled off her shirt.

He sucked in a hot breath, his eyes caressing every inch of her bare skin and lingering on her bra. His hands came up, stroking the skin of her shoulders and then grazing across her covered breasts before gripping them as he closed his eyes. She took in the feel of his hands on her, the friction of his touch. Her need cranked up a notch and she found herself pushing him back and straddling him as he lay down on the blanket.

She slid down over him, letting her warm center skim across his hot length. His moan of satisfaction was all she needed. Grinding her hips, she rubbed against him, feeling his hands settle onto her backside and assist.

So hot. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted all he had to offer.

She must’ve pushed him far enough, because he had her on her back in one fluid motion and the next he was urging off her pants. Watching him hungrily, she let him undress her piece by piece, loving the way his eyes took in every inch of her with wonder and worship.

The pants were gone and then her bra, her breasts free in the moonlight. He went for her panties last, this time pulling them down with excruciating slowness. When she was completely naked, he stared down at her from where he knelt beside her.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, more worship on his face.

She laughed. “You’re super human. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

He shook his head and then worked quickly on his own clothes. Camila wanted to take her time admiring all his hard muscle and lean angles, but he was too fast, naked and then climbing over her. She could barely handle her anticipation.

He centered himself over her and dipped low over her breasts. She closed her eyes and waited, not breathing for what came next.

His tongue over her nipples was electric. She arched and moaned as he stroked first one and then the other. Then both as one hand took over where his tongue had been. The sensations blended together until she was so hot and wet she could not stand it anymore. Bucking her hips, she tried to encourage him southward. He took the hint.

Slowly, gently, he positioned himself between her legs and slid inside.

Camila gasped with pure pleasure as she and John became one. Gripping his back with her nails, she rode the waves of pleasure as he moved inside her, feeling the ecstasy build.

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