Perfectly Shattered (21 page)

Cami’s breathing was ragged, and she couldn’t keep her passion in check. Reaching out, she removed Bradan’s shirt in one harsh motion. Placing both hands on his pecs, she whimpered, and then leaned in to kiss his bare skin.

A moan escaped Bradan’s lips, and she licked his stiff nipples, loving his flavor. To be so close, and to have her hands on him, drove her crazy. More was needed, and more she would have. Biting his nipples, Cami raked her nails over his skin.

“Jesus, baby.” Bradan was falling apart with her. He reached out and lifted her shirt off, taking only a moment to look at her firm breasts. Covering them with his hands, he squeezed softly, and Cami panted louder.

“I need you,” she choked out.

His hot kiss to her neck incited her. Cami thrust her hands in his hair, wanted to be closer than was even possible. His tongue flicked her nipples, making her clit turn to a tight pebble. Groaning and whimpering, she held his head in her hands, encouraging him.

Bradan sucked at her breasts, licking the soft curves and nipping at the distended peaks. Pushed near the point of begging, Cami couldn’t speak, could only gasp for breath. Mounting arousal spiraled to new heights when Bradan undid her pants.

Quickly she kicked off her shoes, as did he. Both, as if following some unspoken message, yanked their pants down and off. Not satisfied, Bradan reached out and pulled down the silk panties she’d worn then, without hesitation, removed his briefs.

Naked at last, they fell into each other. Bradan kissed her hard and deep, bruising her lips. Her response begged for more. Cami swirled her tongue inside his hot mouth, wanting to taste him fully and take all from the intimate gesture.

Bradan stretched her out on the sofa on her back. He held both her wrists in one hand and lifted her arms over her head. Air flowed over her nude body, making her aware of her vulnerability. Firmly holding her arms in place, he took the liberty of kissing and tasting her.

Hot kisses scorched her skin as his mouth traveled down her belly and over her thighs. Avoiding her sex, Bradan had her squirming. She writhed against the sofa and spread her legs.

“What do you want, baby?” Bradan groaned out the words, not really a question at all.

“You. I need you,” Cami said in a gasp.

“Not yet, my beauty. I want to look at you. I want to see your pleasure and know that you are unable to control it.”

Just his words—and their clear meaning—made her sex pulse. If his lips touched her, Cami was sure she’d explode. And that was what he wanted. Excitement escalated when his breath teased her skin. Then his tongue slid over her vulva, which was so bare and sensitive.

Cupping her sex in his palm, Bradan said, “You are so goddamn wet.”

Cami pressed higher, welcoming his ministrations. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He leaned over her and sucked at her nipples until Cami began to scream in a soft, low voice. The agony of her aching nipples and the denial of pressure to her clit took her to a delicious point of suffering. When she thought she couldn’t stand it another second, Bradan moved back to her sex.

His fingers stroked her wet slit and his tongue raked over the tender skin just over her clit. Cami’s panting sped and her body stiffened. Bradan slid two fingers inside her and she clenched her muscles around them, wanting more.

Slipping his thumb deeper, he touched her clit, sending sensation through her core. More, she needed more pressure. Arching her back, Cami pleaded for what she needed. And he responded, wanting to give it to her.

Expertly, Bradan swirled around her clit in just the right rhythm with his fingers still inside her. Just before she peaked, he sucked her nipples, harder this time. Cami came apart, letting the pleasure explode inside her.

She was aware of Bradan watching her, but there was nothing she could do to hide the intensity. Just the opposite. Cami cried out and her muscles turned to steel. The heavy waves of her orgasm pounded through her without mercy.

The release came hard and went long. In fact, it never seemed to end. Though her body sagged as she was freed of the grip of intensity, the euphoric feeling didn’t abate. Cami floated on a cloud. Her body was warm all over, and her skin tingled.

Bradan sat on the sofa and lifted her onto his lap, cradling her there. “You look so beautiful when you come. It’s so sweet, the way your cheeks flush. And the way you cry out.”

Leaned against his chest, Cami could feel the hardness of his erection against her hip, heating her desire again. “I want you inside me, Bradan. I need you.”

Lifting her chin, Bradan kissed her, the heat of his passion burning her lips. He lifted her so she straddled him, and Cami gripped the base of his cock. It felt too good. She stroked lightly along the stalk; it was soft velvet over steel.

Pre-cum seeped out the top, and she dipped her finger in it. Bradan groaned. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

He reached for his pants, but Cami gripped his wrist. “We don’t need it. I’m on birth control. I have been.”

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Should I be concerned with you?”

He shook his head. “I’m clean.”

Cami ran her fingers along the tattoo on his upper back then held on to his strong shoulders. “Because I want to feel you completely. Your skin against mine. I want to feel everything.”

Bradan put his hands on her waist and lifted her up. He gripped the base of his cock and angled it toward her. Cami moved over him, letting the tip touch her wetness.

“Ah, you feel so good,” he groaned.

Lowering over him, Cami felt his thickness stretch her, making her a little delirious. As her pussy wrapped over him, Bradan’s eyes half closed. His breathing was fast and heavy. Holding her ass in his palms, he controlled her motions.

Leaning in, Bradan licked her nipples, making her whimper. He moved her up, then back down, letting his cock stroke her. The more she felt, the more she wanted. Cami lowered all the way, taking him deep.

Cami bit her lower lip. “I like you filling me up this way.”

Holding her firmly, Bradan said, “Be still. I want this to last. Don’t move for a minute.”

Her eyes locked on to his, and Cami fell into his warmth. With his eyes glazed and his skin flushed, Bradan didn’t move a muscle. But he breathed deeply in a steady rhythm, and she panted softly in harmony.

The feeling of him filling her up—his heat inside her, and his desire consuming her—was beyond ecstasy. For a fleeting moment, they were one. The world was blocked out and nothing existed but each other.

Cami had never felt so close to any man, and it was nearly more than she could take in. Her sex pulsed involuntarily, and Bradan’s cock felt impossibly good. To be still was torture. But to move was to pass the amazing moment of being his.

And of Bradan being hers. Because he clearly was. The look on his face revealed what was in his heart. He wasn’t hiding it. Right then, he was giving everything to her, and Cami knew it.

The thought sent her over the edge, and through no will of her own, her sex pulsed again. Harder this time. Bradan groaned, and she felt his cock swell. All at once, they exploded. Cami’s cries nearly drowned out his deep groans.

The feel of him unloading in her made Cami’s orgasm all the sweeter. To take from him all that he would give was a heady power. Together they came hard, and she clutched his shoulders so hard her nails raked into his skin, drawing blood.

The utter virility of him, how all his cum poured into her while his muscles flexed and tightened, was sexier than anything she’d experienced. A sheen of sweat glowed on his skin, and the light from the fireplace cast a flickering illumination over his masculine form.

Strength drained from her body, and Cami rested her head on his shoulder. Bradan wrapped his arms around her, seeming unable to move. There they stayed until they could breathe again.

Bradan stood and carried her to the bath, where he cleaned them up with a soft towel. The urge to let him know what it meant to her, how much she’d been affected by his loving of her, was strong. But she was unable to speak as yet.

The master bed was huge. He pulled back the covers and placed her against a stack of pillows, then slid in beside her. Cami rolled toward him with her head on his chest. The skylight above ushered brilliant moonlight into the room.

She sighed. “That was incredible.”

Bradan’s soft laugh made her smile. “More than incredible.” His fingertips stroked over her sex. “I like that you are bare. Have you always waxed everywhere?”

Cami laughed softly. “No, never. It’s just that when I came to Seattle, Brittany told me everybody does it. Don’t they?”

He hugged her. “No, they don’t. Some women do, some don’t. But on you, it’s perfect. I like seeing every curve and fold. I love feeling your naked skin.”

She snuggled closer. “I’m glad.”

The night had been more than Cami could have hoped for. Her body hummed with satisfaction, and the relaxed look on Bradan’s face gave her pleasure. But she still felt like her heart was on hold.

So far they hadn’t talked about their relationship. She wasn’t certain she wanted to. The time they had together was special. And that night, it was enough. Cami wasn’t sure that she could handle more.

Sex with Bradan was exhilarating. He’d swept her off her feet and elicited a desire that she hadn’t known she possessed. It was an odd time to think of Nat, but it occurred to her that it had been different with her first love. In school, she’d been sweet on him, and their natural affection had led to more. It had always been good, and Cami had liked making love. But she’d never felt the passion she felt with Bradan.

It wasn’t Nat’s fault. No one was to blame. Every relationship is different. It must be. She loved Nat, but in a different way. More like the friends Bradan had proclaimed they should be. But with Bradan that wasn’t an option.

Because being near him brought her sexuality to life. He was insanely sexy and impossibly loving. He was everything she wanted. But she didn’t know if it would endure. Or, more exactly, Cami wasn’t sure if she could open her heart.

That was it. That was what bothered her. She’d found love so young, or it had felt like love then. Now she’d found passion. Dare she open her heart to both? Or would that be too big a risk, one she wasn’t capable of handling?

Bradan stroked her cheek. “You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m just…well, I get emotional sometimes.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said, but there was nothing derogatory in his statement. It was like he knew it and accepted it. That was a relief to Cami, more than she’d known it would be. She closed her eyes, secure in Bradan’s embrace, and drifted off to sleep in the strength of his arms.

Chapter 24

The next morning, Cami woke with her lover’s arms around her. It felt so right—maybe a little too right. She shifted and Bradan opened his eyes. Neither wanted to get up, so they snuggled together, unable to resist the temptation of touching.

Touching was always dangerous, and proved to be so again. In the soft light of the room, Bradan threw back the covers and made sweet love to her. It was slow, tender, and insanely sexy.

“You could get to become a habit,” she whispered against his neck, her post-orgasmic state tranquilizing her like the most potent of narcotics.

He brushed a stray hair away from her face. “You already are. In the best possible way.”

If he kept being so nice, he was really going to get to her. Cami’s heart was melting already.

“How would you like to meet my mother?”

Bradan’s eyes widened. “There’s an abrupt change of subject. Are we ready for that?”

“You’re the one who came to Walla Walla. I’m supposed to have breakfast with her.”

“Can I get dressed first?”

“You really should.”

Cami slid from the bed, not wanting to leave but having no choice. “I’ll pop up to my place and get ready. I’ll write down the name of the café, and you meet me there in thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes?”

She grinned. “We overslept.”

Bradan slapped her butt as she started walking away from the bed. The sharp sound and the sting was erotic, and she nearly turned around to follow her urge to have him again before breakfast. But her mother was waiting, and not showing up would cause worry. Besides, Cami wanted to see how her sexy man dealt with the meeting.

There wasn’t much time, so she quickly slipped on her clothes. “Don’t be late.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Bradan was ready for her again, and his arousal pressed against her belly. “I’d like to be late. Very late.”

Grinning, she pushed him away. “You’re wasting time.”

Bradan laughed as Cami disappeared out the door. She did her best to get to the inn to shower and change. There was no time to do her hair; it would have to be okay as is. Tying it back, she looked in the mirror. Her makeup was barely there, but her skin held a glow that she had no doubt her mother would notice.

A rumble in her stomach indicated breakfast wasn’t any too early. She spotted her mother at a corner booth, and waved. Since Bradan hadn’t arrived, she slid in across the table.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, honey. How did you sleep?”

Cami’s cheeks warmed but she tried to stay cool. “Fine. I have a surprise for you. Remember the guy I told you I was seeing?”

Her mother nodded.

“Well, he’s here.”

“In Walla Walla?”

At that moment, Bradan walked up to the table and looked down at them. Cami reached out for his hand. “Right here, actually.”

He slid in next to her and nodded toward her mother. “I am sorry not to give any advance warning. It was a surprise for Cami too.”

Carolyn looked at him and smiled. Her daughter knew her well enough to know that she approved. The sight of Bradan would gain approval from any woman. “Glad you could come visit us. Bradan, isn’t it?”

He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. “I see Cami has spoken of me.”

“Yes, she did mention you.” She smiled. “I’m Carolyn Joubert.”

Bradan took her hand when she offered. “It’s a pleasure.”