Reclaim - Aly Martinez Page 0,70
to have something that we would share forever, galvanized the lock she’d placed on my heart almost a decade earlier.
I’d always belong to Nora Stewart.
This first belonged to us.
A laugh slipped out. “Well, just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I don’t know how.”
“What if it’s a train wreck?” She giggled through her unshed tears.
“What about us isn’t a train wreck?”
“Good point.”
Dropping to my elbows on either side of her head, I moved closer to her face and whispered, “Just talk to me, okay? I want it to be good for you.”
Her hands gently slid up my back, and I settled between her legs.
“You know I love you, right?” she rushed out.
My chest got tight. “I know.”
“No, Cam. I mean I really, really love you. I always have.”
“I know that too, babe. And I love you too. Always.”
“Then show me.” Her mouth claimed mine. “Show me what love feels like.”
Her hips rose off the bed, and in turn, I lowered mine to meet hers. Our mouths paused for a beat as we connected for the first time. I could wax poetic about how fireworks went off or how time stood still, but that wasn’t us.
We were clumsy and inexperienced, but we learned together.
We were teeth clanking and a slip out here and there.
But eventually, we found our rhythm. Our stride. Our version of physical love.
With roaming hands and blissful moans, she was beautiful and sexy and passionate and wild. Somehow, ten years of Karma found me in that bed, because to my utter surprise and elation, I managed to find a spot that made her cry out.
“Just like that. Yes. Just like that. Oh, Cam.”
Unfortunately, Karma doesn’t always have the best timing and my body chose that exact second to empty inside her. That moment was kind of like fireworks, but also kind of like blowing up your hand the second you lit the fuse.
Rolling to my side, I stared at her in horror. “Holy shit. I’m so sorry That was…”
Oh, God.
Following me over, she flipped on to my sweaty chest and kissed my pec. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”
“I just… I mean, it… It snuck up me. Christ, you felt good.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You can take it however you want as long as you don’t leave this bed until I make it up to you.”
She shrugged. “Okay, at that speed, you can make it up to me at least thirty more times before the sun even comes up.”
I barked a laugh. “Always the smartass.”
“You know it.”
And that was how it had always been with Nora. She didn't judge or make me feel embarrassed, even when I deserved it. There was a comfort and security between us that I‘d never find with anyone else.
I lifted my head and pressed an all too brief kiss to her lips. “I’m so fucking glad you came. I could get seriously addicted to you, Nora Stewart.”
And just when I’d thought nothing could be worse than premature ejaculation, her whole face turned white and she rolled off me. “I need to clean up.”
I watched what was no doubt a spectacular show of her ass swaying as she padded to the bathroom, but I was too preoccupied trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong to truly enjoy it.
I sat up and snagged a pair of boxers from my suitcase, dragging them on while I carried a dry T-shirt to the bathroom door and rapped with two knuckles. “Hey, I brought you a shirt.”
She opened the door a crack and extended her hand out, taking my offering. “Do you have any sweats I can borrow?”
Sweats? That seemed a bit much. What happened to talking about thirty more times?
“Um, yeah. Sure.” I dug a pair from my suitcase and carried them back to her. There was another round of crack the door and take the clothes, but thankfully she didn’t request a hoodie that time.
Assuming naked time was officially over thanks to my big fucking mouth, I got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed.
She smiled when she exited a few minutes later, but I knew Nora well enough to realize her grin was strictly for my benefit. And didn’t that just fucking suck after the laughs we’d shared in the hot tub.
What did not suck was that she walked straight over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and climbed onto my lap.
Why hello mixed signals.
I folded her into a tight hug. “Did I say something wrong?”
She let out a