station—all aboard the Shit, I Finally Got Some Express.
Only a few seconds later, I felt that rush.
Oh fuck, there was nothing like that fucking rush. I buried my face in his neck and rode the wave. Journey went rigid and still beneath me, and I distantly heard him moan. My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I struggled to catch my breath. I fully expected the embarrassment to set in, and I waited… and waited. But it never did. I only felt satisfied and sleepy. I also felt very warm feelings for the man who’d made me feel that way.
When I looked down at him, he still had his eyes closed. I pressed a kiss on his mouth, but he didn’t respond, too busy lying there like a dead fish. Probably too satisfied to move, which was gratifying. Or dead, I thought uneasily, which was awkward.
I poked him in the side. “You’re still alive, right? Because if you’re not, I need time to come up with an alibi. I can’t have people around town thinking I fuck people to death.”
He chuckled, opening his eyes, and they were a little unfocused, his pupils blown. His cheeks were still a little flushed. “We should’ve done that sooner.”
I kissed his nose before I answered. “Agreed.”
Journey yawned widely, and I suddenly regretted all my big talk about rules and keeping things impersonal. I wanted him in my bed, all warm and soft and sleepy. I grimaced. Thank God I’d set some parameters for myself.
“I should get going,” he said, sitting up. His hair was even messier than usual and that was saying something. He ran a hand through the unruly mass of sandy waves, grimacing as he looked down at his pants. “I don’t suppose you have something I could borrow to wear home?”
I eyed him critically. I was a little bigger and taller, but I had some sweats with a drawstring that might work. “Yeah, I’ll rustle up something. If you want to shower first, the bathroom is right down the hall.”
His mouth quirked as we got off the floor. “Glad your little rules don’t include throwing me out to do the walk of shame past my father.”
I flushed. “Shut up,” I said without heat.
Journey headed for the bathroom, and I went to my bedroom to rifle through my drawers. By the time the shower started, I’d found everything I needed. I put the folded sweats and a fluffy towel on the floor in front of the bathroom door. I gave the door a little tap with my knuckles.
“Yeah?” he called out over the water.
“I’m leaving you some clothes and a towel right outside the door.”
I thought I heard him chuckle before he said, “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
As I started to walk away, I heard him call out again. “Oh, and Cam?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you get your ass in here, please?”
Well, since you asked so nicely. I opened the door a crack, letting out some lemon-scented steam, only to find him standing there with the shower door open. He was getting water everywhere, but I couldn’t care less.
I took a few moments just to take him in because that’s what you do when you come face-to-face with a naked sex nymph in the wild. I eyed fucked him to my heart’s content, head to toe. His skin was smooth and a creamy peach all over, the fine blond hair getting darker and thicker the lower I looked. The hairs were almost a light brown when it got to the thatch around his dick... which got me to look at his dick. He was a little smaller than me, and a little less thick, slightly curved to the left.
God, he was so fucking sexy. And he knew that shit. Owned that shit. He didn't try to cover up an inch, letting me look my fill without moving. Well, the parts he could control, anyway. His dick continued to jerk under my frank perusal, which was sexy as fuck.
When I finally got back up to his face, his mouth was quirked with amusement. “Seriously? Leaving the clothes outside the door like a sweet old nun? You weren’t even tempted to get a peek?” He tsked. “You’ve changed, sweetheart, and not for the better.”
I blushed even as I laughed. “It seemed like the polite thing to do.”
His eyes sparkled. “You’re such a fucking prude, and I love it. Now get your ass in here.”
He’d barely finished speaking before I was pulling my shirt over my head. Even though