Page 35 of His to Seduce
Chapter 12
Camden
I had never known sex to be so incredible. The small number of previous lovers I’d had were chosen purposefully. While their performance in bed had been lackluster compared to David’s, I now knew what I had really been missing.
A connection. Chemistry. Maybe even emotions.
The realization made me tremble as I lay there, pressed against David. My heart pounded against my rib cage, but it gave me comfort to feel his doing the same. His hands held my hips and he was deep inside me as we lay still, trying to calm our breathing.
I tried to slide off him so he could take care of the condom, but he stopped me before I could move.
“Stay here,” he whispered, his lips at my ear. “Lie with me for another minute.”
The request seemed so bizarre, I froze for a moment before relaxing against him. When I did, my hands went to his shoulders and grazed down his arms. My forehead pressed to his shoulder. I kissed him, unable to stop the feeling that Ihadto taste him.
My hair stuck to my back and to my sides. It was splayed out all over us like a thick, warm blanket.
“I need another shower,” I said, tasting the salt on his arm. It reminded me how worked up I’d gotten. “You probably do, too.”
“We’ll do it in a minute, as soon as I think I can walk without my knees giving out.”
I pushed off him, waiting until he looked at me. Amusement shined in his eyes and in the twist of his lips. I couldn’t help but match his smile. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, to play off how incredible he was. It didn’t mean I was surprised he thought that aboutme,though, either.
One of the reasons I hadn’t taken many lovers in the past was because I was terrified that I couldn’t get into it as much as they did. That I was a disappointment and not sexy enough.
With David, things were different. Perhaps it was because he’d made his attraction to me so clear and so obvious for months now.
Perhaps it was just him.
Perhaps it was the fact that despite myself, despite my feelings about him and what he did and my fears that he could quickly walk away if he wanted, I was beginning to fall for him.
I liked him. I liked how he pushed me but was willing to stop when he realized how afraid I was on the cliff. I liked how he challenged me and kept me smiling even when I wanted to run. I liked how he seemed to understand I needed slow and gentle, even though he’d still take me in a closet without thinking twice.
He had a sixth sense about me, and over the weekend he’d begun stripping away my defenses that had always worked so well.
He was working to earn my trust, and because of that it was easy to give my body to him in a way I hadn’t ever felt I could before.
It was nice to know that when I did, I had the ability to drive him as crazy as he did me.
After our breathing calmed, David slid slowly out of me, rolling me to my side. His bright blue eyes roamed my face in that seeking way they did so often.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. “I couldn’t have imagined a better weekend, a better way to spend time in paradise, than spending it with you.”
My heart didn’t flutter.
It leaped against my chest so hard I thought it might burst forth. My cheeks ached from my wide grin and then heated from the exorbitant praise.
“Thank you,” I said shyly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He rolled us, him on top of me, and his grin was full of mirth and wickedness. “Yes. I think I got that when you screamed my name so loud, the walls shook.”
I smacked him teasingly, laughing along with him. “Shut up. I did not.”
He pushed off me and then off the bed, pulling me with him. “You don’t think? Maybe we should go next door, ask whoever’s staying there if they know my name.”
“You’re horrible!” My skin burned. Humiliating me like that and making me laugh. They were things only David could do.
It wasn’t even until we were in the shower, still laughing, him still teasing me as we began washing each other, that for the first time since we’d stripped down together I was no longer self-conscious about him seeing my body. I no longer flinched when he ran his finger over my scar.
