Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (29 page)

She felt the rumbling in his chest against her breasts and her panties became wet. “Can I answer that after we get home and celebrate the way we’re both wanting to right now?”

“Hell, yeah!” he agreed and turned with her still in his arms, opening the door and planting her ass in the seat. Kissing her once more, he said, “I’ll get us home quick.”

Grinning she watched him as he rounded the front and hauled himself up into the driver’s seat. The drive to his place only took fifteen minutes and she calculated how much time it would take her to drive from her place.

“I can make the drive in thirty minutes from my apartment,” she remarked.

His smile left and he glanced sideways. “You’re staying with me, so it’s only half of that.”

“Well, for now,” she agreed. “But when I go back—”

“Go back?”

She glanced to the side and saw the now familiar muscle tick in his jaw. “Well…I kind of assumed…um…that I would be moving back…” her voice drifted off as she watched him turn toward her.

By then they had turned into his driveway and he cut the engine. Twisting so that he was facing her, he said, “What do you think is happening here?”

“Happening…?”

“With us, babe?”

“I know we’re together but, I mean my living with you was because you felt like I needed protecting. But, Cam, you never mentioned that this was anything other than that.”

“Well, we’re sure as hell not just roomies,” he growled.

“I’m not a mind-reader,” she argued. “You never said, ‘Let’s move in together.’ You just came and got me, and got my brother to agree and here I am!”

Heaving a sigh, Cam slowly let out his breath. He could feel the change of the vibe inside the vehicle—from hot and sexy to cool and irritated.

Reaching across the console, he cupped her face. “You’re right, Miriam. I never gave you a choice.” He watched as her eyes warmed as she leaned into his palm. “I do want you safe and I can do that if you’re with me. But the minute we made love on the beach, I wanted you to be mine. Not just mine to protect…but mine to care for.”

Gifting him with a small smile, she said, “I’m glad. I’ve wanted you too but, well, I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted. I guess we both expected each other to read our minds.”

His hand moved from her cheek, sliding to her neck, and he pulled her forward as he leaned toward her as well. Meeting in the middle, he kissed her softly. “Gonna lay it out, babe. I want you…in my house, and in my life.”

“I want that too, but giving up my apartment is kind of scary. I mean if we don’t make it…”

“I’ve got no crystal ball, but we’re not like most couples who get together when everything is good and when the shit happens, then they might not be able to handle it.
Cariña
, we’ve been through hell to start with. We’ve seen each other at our worst. And if you’re worried that we only got together because of the intensity of the shit-storm around us, then look at where we are now.”

“So…what exactly are you saying? I really don’t want to make you mad but, Cam, I need to know.”

He touched his lips with hers once more, a gentle kiss full of promise. Leaning back, just enough to peer into her eyes, he said, “Okay, here’s where we are. You’re in my house and you need to stay until we have a better handle on your safety. We’ll go tomorrow and get more of your stuff to bring here. We’ll even take it slow. You keep your apartment for another month or two if that makes you feel better. But as far as I’m concerned, you’re here. As I said, in my home,” he kissed her again. “In my life,” followed by another kiss. “And in my heart,
mi amor
.”

“
Mi amor?
” She had secretly Googled some of the Spanish endearments he used and knew what he was saying.
Or hoped he was saying.

His eyes molten, his lips curved into smile as he leaned closer. “Yeah.
Mi amor
. I love you, Miriam.”

This time when he kissed her, she moaned in his mouth and his dick jumped to life once more. “You ready to take this celebration of your new job inside, babe?”

“Oh, yeah,” she giggled as he bolted out of the vehicle and rounded the front before she could get out. He scooped her up before her feet touched the ground and carried her quickly inside. He twisted as soon as they entered, pressing her against the front door as he reset the alarm panel. His intention had been to carry her to the bedroom, but she had other plans.

W
ith her back
pressed tightly against the door, Miriam wrapped her legs around Cam’s waist, nestling her core against his swollen cock. His jeans made for perfect friction but she desperately wanted the offending material to be gone.

Cam’s thoughts of taking it slow flew out of his head as soon as she began rocking into his erection with her breasts at face level.

Sealing his mouth over hers, he took command of the kiss. Not gentle. Not soft. This kiss was demanding and unyielding. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching every crevice, tangling with her tongue, dueling for dominance. He leaned his massive body in, touching every inch of the front of hers, chest to knees.

Separating slightly, he slid his hand under her blouse, his fingers continuing their upward path, coming to rest on her breast. Capturing her moans in his mouth, he devoured her lips. Pushing her back against the door, her legs unwound. Lifting his leg slightly so that she was seated on him, he continued to fondle her breasts then quickly divested her of her top, trying not to pop the buttons off. Jerking the material off of her shoulders, he pulled her forward from the door, just enough to toss the blouse onto the floor. She immediately reached back to him, clutching his shoulders as though she were hanging on for her life.

He pulled the tops of her lacy, pink bra cups down, freeing her breasts. Keeping her breasts at his face level, he continued his assault on them with his mouth. Sucking first one nipple in and then moving to the other, he felt her move her crotch against his leg, creating the friction that she needed.

Lowering his leg, he settled her feet back down on the floor so he could divest himself of his shirt. Jerking it off, he leaned back in pressing her against the door once more, recapturing her mouth with his. This time, flesh against flesh, breasts against chest.
Jesus, she feels so good.

Using his hand to push her skirt up, he found her hands were already there. She broke the kiss long enough to unzip her skirt, sliding it down her legs along with her silky, pink panties. Unsnapping her bra, it was tossed to the floor to join the other clothes in the pile.

Before moving in for another kiss, he stopped for a moment just to stare at the naked beauty presented in front of him. He had seen naked women’s bodies over the years, but none of them came to mind. He could not recall their features, their faces, their shapes. All he could see in his mind was the perfection that was standing in front of him, staring at him with her dark, brown eyes. Eyes that were not just warm with lust, but with…
love? Could she have those feelings for me?

Before he could process the emotions any more, he felt her hands on the button of his jeans. Chuckling, he allowed her to slide the zipper down over his impressive cock. “In a hurry, babe?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Aren’t you?”

Shoving his jeans and boots off quickly, he stood in front of her just as naked, his cock jutting out toward her. He saw her glance down and suck her lips in momentarily before licking them. His cock twitched as though anxious to be seated in her. Seeing her eyes come back up to his, he laughed. “It’s got a mind of its own,
cariña
. And right now, it knows what it wants.”

Reaching down to snag a condom out of his jean’s pocket, he expertly rolled it on quickly.

As he hefted her up again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, this time her pussy directly on his dick. Wanting to make sure she was ready, he slid his finger into her wet folds, moving it deeper and deeper, looking for just the right spot to make her scream. “So damn tight, babe. So goddamn wet.”

Feeling the pressure building, she knew she was close…so close she could have come just dry humping his jean-clad leg. The feel of his fingers tweaking deep inside of her was making her crazy. She felt him suck her nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to give a quick pain then smoothing it with his tongue. Feeling her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers as the orgasm washed over her, she dug her fingernails down his back.

Cam looked at the beauty in his arms. Head thrown back against the door in ecstasy, eyes tightly shut, and that smile.
Jesus, I’d walk through hell to see that smile every day.

Placing his aching cock at her entrance he rasped, “Ready?” A nod was the only answer he received and all he needed. Her pussy impaled on his cock, balls deep, he began thrusting. One hand under her ass for support, the other pressed against the door next to her head. Thrust after thrust, he slid in and out of her wet pussy, the friction nearly taking him over the edge quickly. Forcing his mind to hold back, he wanted her to come again.

Growling, “Mouth, cariña,” he sealed his lips over hers when she brought her mouth back to his. Deep. Demanding. His tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.

She felt the pressure building again. The feeling of trying to reach the finish line of a race, knowing that crossing the end would bring the most incredible euphoria. Closer and closer she came. Feeling his hand move between them and tweak her clit did the trick. She finished the race, shattering into a million pieces. Sucking on his tongue before shouting out his name, her pussy walls grabbed at his cock.

The feeling of his cock being milked by her pussy was all it took for him to lose control. His head reared back also as he powered through his orgasm. Neck muscles straining, face red and tight, he felt himself empty into her waiting body.
Fuck, never. Never. Never have I come that hard.

Resting his forehead against the door, he felt his heart pounding out of his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her panting, her breasts pressing against him with every exhalation. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, the waning tingles of her pussy still clutching around his dick.

Pulling back slowly, he peered down into her face wanting to make sure she was all right. Fucking her up against the door was not what he meant to do and for a woman like Miriam, he was not sure it had been the right thing.

Her face put his fears to rest. Smiling up at him with kiss-swollen lips, she had the expression of a happy, well-fucked woman.

“You okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure.

“Oh, yeah. That was…” she giggled. “Um, I don’t even know what to call that.”

Chuckling, he pulled out of her before setting her feet securely on the floor. Their clothes, strewn around, continued to stay there as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Running the water in the sink until it was warm, he then took a washcloth and soaked it. Cleaning her gently between her legs, she thought back to what he said earlier and realized he was right. They may have started out due to extreme circumstances but were as strong as any couple she knew.

Sucking in a deep breath, she looked up at his face and saw his questioning expression.

“I guess this seems like kind of a strange time to be saying this, with me standing here naked in your bathroom after we just…um…did it against the front door, but…um—”

“Where you going with this, babe?” he asked, not sure of what she was trying to say.

Giving a little shrug, she said, “I guess I wanted to let you know that I think you’re right. I think we’re strong. And even though we haven’t know each other for a super long time, I’d like to stay here with you…while we find out where this is going.”

Smiling down into her warm eyes, pulled under as though he were downing in them…just like the first time he saw her picture. She was grinning up at him, an expectant look on her face.

He bent over touching his nose with hers before sliding it toward her cheek. “That’s good,
cariña
. Because here is exactly where I want you to be.”

Capturing her lips once more in a kiss that promised future, he then pulled back, saying, “Get dressed babe, and let me feed you. Then I’ve got something to give you.”

He left her in the bathroom to put her clothes on, knowing that if he stayed he would take her again, and headed to the kitchen. Pulling out the fixings for quick tacos, he was still making dinner as she walked back into the room. Glancing over, he saw that she had dressed in navy yoga pants and one of his old RPD t-shirts that hung to her knees.
That old tee never looked better
, he thought as he tried to keep his mind on the meat in the frying pan.

Moving up behind him, she slipped her arms around his middle and pressed her body tightly to his. “Mmmm, what smells so good?”

Chuckling, he replied, “Just tacos, babe. And don’t get any ideas that my being Hispanic means they’re gonna be great. I’m a simple cook and that means I use the packet shit from the grocery store.”

She felt his chest rumble and smiled. “Those are fine with me.”

As he removed the pan from the stove, he said, “Grab a plate and fix them how you like them.”

She sat at the table and grinned as he placed a glass of diet soda with a lemon wedge on top of the ice. “You remembered?”

“Babe, I remember everything you ever told me.”

Thirty minutes later, they finished eating and were settled at the table enjoying each other’s company. Cam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pendant on a silver chain. “Here’s what I got for you.”

As he held it up, she could see that it was a Saint medallion and, reaching for it, she noted that it had St. Camillus imprinted. Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him.

“I was named after St. Camillus,” he said, giving a little shrug. “The crazy thing is that he was the founder of the original Red Cross and since we met because of your…um…involvement in the Red Cross, I thought it would be fitting for you to have.”

“Oh, Cam. That’s lovely and the medallion is perfect. Thank you,” she said sincerely.