Redeeming You(51)

“Not like that,” he said, pulling her on top of him so quickly she gasped. “I want to be inside you tonight. Let me get a condom from my wallet.” He reached for his boxers, but she didn’t want him to leave her, not even for a second.

“No, we don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

He cocked his head to the side considering her offer, and she wanted to take back her words. Maybe he didn’t trust her or maybe he thought being with her without a condom made things too personal and implied some sort of commitment that he wasn’t ready to offer.

“You trust me?” he asked, his voice quiet and contemplative.

“Should I?”

“I’m clean and I’m always safe,” he said, leaning forward to brush a kiss across her cheek. “I promise.”

She swallowed hard, then nodded. “It’s up to you.” She’d never had sex without a condom, not even with Miles. She would have never considered it. She liked barriers too much, but with Cam, she wanted to feel him skin to skin, flesh against flesh, and be as close as possible to him for as long as he wanted her.

“Then, no, I’d rather not.”

Slipping off her panties, she crawled on top of him. “Good,” she murmured against his ear. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rubbed against him back and forth, sliding along his hard length over and over again, luxuriating in every inch of him until her body ached for him.

“Tay,” he said. “That feels amazing, but if you don’t let me inside you within the next few seconds, I don’t think I’ll make it to the main attraction.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” she whispered next to his ear. She reached between their bodies and guided him inside her.

“Ahh,” she gasped, closing her eyes, basking in the sensation of being filled by him. She didn’t think this would ever get old. Every time was better than the time before. He clutched her hips directing her, up and down, back and forth and an ache beyond anything she’d ever experienced built inside her, climbing and intensifying with each passing second.

“That’s perfect,” he mumbled, releasing her hips. Then his hands roamed freely along her sides, cupping her breasts and she was lost to everything but him—no more bus, no more small bunk, just Cam and her and the feel of them moving together, their ragged breaths perfectly synchronized.

The bunk was small and cramped, but nothing could have stopped her from taking this moment for herself, for them. Thank god Alec had assigned her the bottom bunk or there would have been no chance of the other guys staying asleep.

He arched his hips up pushing himself deeper into her and that's all it took. Tension climbed through her body so incredibly deep, so primal, she had to bite her lip to stifle her desire to scream. “I’m so close,” she moaned, leaning into his hands that fondled, taunted and stroked her breasts in a pattern that robbed her of sane thought.

“Me too,” he said, pulling her forward so their noses nearly touched and their air mingled. In that second, she would have sworn they became one. Without warning, he buried his hand in her hair, forcing her mouth against his with an all-consuming passion that she welcomed. The kiss was all teeth, tongue and everything in between and she shivered on the brink of an orgasm as a fog of pleasure clouded her mind. In an instant, she cried out as wave after wave of bliss rushed through every nerve ending. His mouth captured the noise, muffling the sound, and with one more powerful arch of his hips, he groaned, tipping over the breaking point right after her.

Completely exhausted and satisfied, she collapsed on top of him, running her fingers slowly through his tousled hair. He wrapped one arm around her tightly while his other hand stroked the bare skin of her thighs and back. She could stay like that all night or for days if he’d agree to it. Skin on skin, heartbeat next to heartbeat, their breath tangling together. Cam was her addiction. She just hoped she’d never have to give him up or at least not until they’d made a lifetime of memories.

When several minutes had passed, she pulled the sheet over the top of them.

“Tay, I need to go back to my bunk. It’s almost morning.” His hands moved slowly from the top of her head to her neck over and over again.

She clutched his arms. “No, I don’t want you to go.”

He laughed softly against her ear. “Trust me, baby, I don’t want to leave you either. I missed not having you in my bed tonight and even though I thought you might be mad at me, I still wanted to feel you in my arms. Having you in my bed lately has spoiled me. I like it a little too much.”