He shook his head as if to clear it. "Sorry--I just--you said you had a run this morning. It never occurred to me you'd brought anyone home."
Fuck. The 5K. She'd completely forgotten. She'd signed up with her friend, Taylor, and she made a mental note to call and explain.
"Can we talk about my physical fitness later? I'm kind of in the middle of something."
"Um, yeah. Sure. No problem. I just wanted to know what time to tell Zach to show up for the party tonight."
Between her legs, she felt Cam stiffen, and she forced herself not to yell at her brother that she wasn't interested in a fix-up or a relationship or an arranged marriage or any of the ridiculous scenarios that were bouncing around in her brother's head. But instead, all she said was, "Six. You can tell him that your not-really-a-surprise party is at six. Now get the hell out of here."
He actually laughed--bastard--then started to head out. "I'm going to brunch with the judge," he reminded her. "If you and your boy toy decide to frolic naked in the pool, just remember we have security cameras."
She grabbed Mr. Meow, the stuffed cat she'd had since infancy, off her bookshelf-style headboard and hurled it at him. But he was already gone, and the poor cat smacked into the now-closed door.
Beneath the sheets, she felt Cam relax before he slowly emerged. She scooted over so that he could share the pillow, then grabbed hold of his hand as they both exhaled loudly.
"Holy fuck," he said, and she thought that summed the situation up nicely.
They both stared at the ceiling, just breathing, for at least five long minutes. Then Cam rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow. With his free hand, he traced random patterns on her belly, making her skin tighten as a new electricity started to zing through her. Because, apparently, she hadn't yet had enough of him. Who would have thought that the Cam who'd tormented her as a kid would be such a tender lover?
No, she corrected. Not tender. He was, yes. But there was a roughness, too. An edginess. He'd claimed her, no other way to describe it. And dear God, she'd surrendered completely. Willingly.
She liked men who took charge--that much she knew. But she'd never looked at Cam and seen that side of him. He was so sweet. So nice. Smart and funny and serious about his studies.
All qualities she admired. After all, she worked hard at school and on her job, and she'd locked onto her career path with laser-like focus. She recognized commitment when she saw it. Admired it, too.
But somehow, she'd never seen that side of Cam before.
Had she not been looking? Or had he always been hidden by Darryl's shadow?
"Thinking deep thoughts?" he asked, sliding his hand down along the curve of her waist to rest on her hip. "Or trying not to think about Darryl's sur
prise appearance."
"Both," she said. "And neither."
He nipped at her earlobe, making her squeal. "I like a woman who speaks in riddles."
"Actually, I was thinking about you."
"Yeah?" He lifted his head, his expression wary, but pleased. "What were you thinking?"
"That you surprised me, Cameron Reed."
"Did I? I bet I can do it again."
"What? Surprise me? I sincerely doubt it."
He didn't answer. Instead, he slid his hand between her thighs, then roughly thrust two fingers deep inside her. "Surprise," he whispered.
* * *
Cam swallowed a moan, his cock growing hard again as his fingers explored her slick heat. Would he ever get enough of this woman?
Honestly, he really didn't think so. And despite the mortification factor from Darryl walking in on them--and almost seeing way more than Cam would ever be inclined to share with his best friend--he was pretty much floating on cloud nine at the moment.
"Oh, God, Cam." She arched up, grinding against his hand as if she, too, couldn't get her fill. "What are you trying to do to me?
His fingers continued their merciless tease. "Right now? I'm just trying to make you come. Why? Do you think I should be doing more