ever had. I lie quietly and just let my hands roam over him, from his tight ass to the soft hair on the top of his head, loving him.
After he catches his breath, he kisses my neck and rolls to the side, taking me with him, so his weight is off of me. He brushes my hair behind my shoulder, drags his knuckles down my cheek and neck, down to my breast, and gently grazes over my nipple, keeping it erect.
“You’re amazing,” he says, holding my gaze.
I don’t know what to say to that. I’m suddenly a bit shy. I reach for the covers, but Landon takes my hand in his and kisses it.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
He smiles softly. “Bashful?”
“A little,” I admit.
“After what we just did, there’s no reason to be shy,” he says softly. “Your body is beautiful, and I plan to spend the rest of the night exploring you.”
I feel my eyes widen and he chuckles.
“That’s right. But first, let’s nap.” He pulls me against him, tugs the blanket over us both, and in the dark, under the covers, his hand roams over my bare back, my side, my thighs.
There’s no way I’m going to sleep.
Chapter 8
~Landon~
I couldn’t move now if I tried. Jesus, she surprises me at every turn, and learning her body, being buried deep inside her, is no different. Have I ever felt this connected to anyone in my life? I rack my brain, but all I see is Cami.
After having her just once, I know without a doubt that I’ll never get tired of her.
She’s lying quietly in my arms, breathing softly, but she’s not sleeping. Her fingers brush lightly through the light spattering of hair on my chest and her foot rubs up and down my calf.
I didn’t bother to turn the light on when I brought her up here, but the moon is full, casting plenty of light into the room. Scoot jumps onto the bed, looks at both of us, then curls up at our feet to give himself a bath.
I could get used to this.
Cami’s hand travels down my chest to my stomach, and suddenly the thought of moving again doesn’t seem so impossible. Surprisingly, my cock is ready to go again already.
And then it occurs to me: we didn’t use a condom.
Fucking hell.
I’ve never forgotten to suit up before. Ever.
“Baby?” I ask softly, and bury my lips in her hair.
“Hmm?” It’s more of a purr than a question.
“We didn’t use a condom.” My voice is calmer than I feel inside. But I don’t want to upset her. We’re adults, for Christ sake, there’s nothing to freak out over.
Unless there is.
She tips her head back and looks up at me, her eyes shining in the moonlight.
“I’m on the pill,” she says calmly. “Have been for years. And I haven’t been with anyone since I was married.”
What?
I stare down at her, shocked. Cami is breathtaking. She’s funny and warm and wonderful, and she hasn’t been with anyone since Brian?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“I’m just surprised.”
“That I’m on the pill?”
“No.” I laugh and pinch her, making her squirm, but it backfires when she rubs her thigh against my already hard dick. “That you haven’t been with anyone in so long.”
She shrugs and is quiet for a minute. “It just wasn’t a priority.”
“Well, I haven’t been with anyone since before I was home on leave last year,” I reply, and drag my hand down her back, then draw hearts on her ass.
“That was quite a while ago,” she says, and looks up at me with raised brows.
“I guess it wasn’t a priority for me either.” My hand slips farther down and my fingers slip down her crack and between her folds and back up again.
With my other hand, I grip her hair and tilt her head back, giving me access to her lips and neck. Her lips fit mine perfectly. Her mouth is delicious.
She moans, deep in her throat, as I push her onto her back and cover her with my body again, but rather than slip inside her, I flip her over, pull her hips back, and slap her ass gently.
She gasps and tosses a smile over her shoulder.
“You like that?”
“What’s not to like?” she asks with a laugh, and lowers her head. Her slender shoulders are bathed in moonlight, and to my utter surprise, there’s a tattoo on her right shoulder blade. A small anchor.
I lean down and kiss it, then drag my lips up her