Pleasing her.
The hard lash of the warm water stoked her arousal and she moaned.
With his free hand, Cam reached out, obviously wanting to touch her, and she smiled, her invitation blatant because her puny finger was no substitute for thick, heavy male.
The air was misty, a cloak of almost-privacy kept him away from her, and Jenna stroked harder, feeling the first twinge of orgasm.
It wasn’t enough.
Right now, she didn’t want to be alone. “Please,” she told him, and watched as he stripped off his watch, stepped into the shower and backed her to the wall. She nearly climbed him in her hurry, and then, she felt it. Felt him.
Thick, heavy, pushing, filling.
His hands wrapped under her ass, and there was nowhere to hold, and he moved hard and fast. She loved the wild look of him, the tense muscles in his jaw, the way his eyes locked on to hers. Jenna could feel the orgasm building inside her, begging for release. And when the dam inside her broke, she called out his name. She had no idea that she could feel this much pleasure, this much trust. Her muscles spasmed around him, and his body froze, his arms like bands around her. For a moment she stayed, impaled and boneless, shudders of satisfaction playing like an echo, again and again.
Cam lifted his head. Tensed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Gently he let her go and handed her a towel. His eyes had lost that openness from before. Now he looked trapped and haunted. And the buzzing wouldn’t stop.
“What’s that?”
Cam’s smile held no trace of humor. His eyes met hers before he looked away.
“It’s the fire alarm. The Curse. I have to get out of here.”
5
April 1, 4:00 a.m.
AFTER HE THREW ON A pair of jeans, Cam dug around his bedroom, searching for the duffel bag he’d packed earlier, but was now nowhere to be found. Frantic, he dumped the sheets on the floor, and Jenna’s scent was in those sheets, flooding his senses. The buzzing from the building’s fire alarm cleaved through his head like an axe.
Goddamn, he needed to leave. It was April Fools’ and he could feel the tension coiling inside him. This fear was the main reason he took April Fools’ on his own terms, in his own way.
He’d call the car service, and what the hell did they care if it was 4:00 a.m. or 9:00 a.m.? But first he needed to find the damn bag.
It wasn’t under the bed, under his clothes or tossed casually in his closet. It wasn’t anywhere.
While he tore his apartment apart, his skin starting to crawl. He couldn’t look at Jenna. He didn’t want to see her, wrapped only in his towel, watching him with her curiously detached doctor’s eyes.
Watching Cam fall apart.
He’d known this was a mistake. His heart was pounding double time in his chest, sweat was pooling on his neck. Why didn’t somebody shut off the alarm?
Her fingers touched the bare skin of his back, and Cam whipped around to face her. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through him, destroying him.
“What?” he asked, hearing the jagged edge to his words. Hating it.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, crisp and cool in a voice meant to soothe.
“My bag was here. I swear. Did you take it?” It was a wholly paranoid question, the fevered imagination of a not-quite-lucid mind. In high-stress situations, people expected jagged nerves and heightened reflexes. In his own apartment, it only made him look weak.
Jenna continued to study him with those nonjudgmental eyes, and in many ways, it was a helluva lot worse.
“I didn’t take it. The watch was pretty much the extent of my derring-do. Oh, and I unplugged the clock.”
It was the first time he noticed the way the normally positioned clock was turned toward the wall. He’d been so caught up in her that he hadn’t noticed. Not that it mattered, and finally—finally—the alarm ground to a halt.
His heart resumed a less frantic pace, but still, the memory of the cackling bleat of the noise remained in his head, and he grabbed a handful of aspirin from a bottle on his nightstand, tilted back his head, swallowing the pills quickly.
“You’re always like this?” she quietly asked.
“No. Only if I wait it out. I don’t like to wait. That’s why I usually get a jump on it, doing something crazy before the curse gets a jump on me.”
“Cam…” she started, and then stopped. He understood. There wasn’t anything to say.
His vision began to blur, the world starting to circle around him, sucking him in. He stumbled backward, tripping over the bed, and that was all he knew.
IT WAS AN HOUR LATER before Jenna’s blood pressure returned to something close to normal. Now she sat stiffly in his bed, Cam curled in her lap, his eyes blessedly closed. He was asleep.