All Over You (All Falls Down #3) (23 page)

His phone rings, pulling a disgruntled grumble from his lips. "Go shower. I'll be there soon," he mumbles against my lips, and then he reluctantly releases me, already reaching for his cell.

I watch him for a moment, taking in the way his gray eyes narrow on the screen before he holds it up to his ear and says, "Yeah?". Whatever he hears makes him growl, his brows pulling together in a scowl.

"Fuck that," he snaps. "I want a guarantee that…"

I slip away, my steps tentative. When I get to the door he indicated, I push it open slowly, flip on the lights, and step inside, blinking. His room is…amazing. It's decorated in bold black and classic white, with a bed so massive I could get lost in it. Bright white sheets peek from beneath a thick black comforter. Matching black curtains cover big bay windows, with a white chaise positioned beneath. His dressers are black with chrome handles. A plush black and white area rug covers most of the hardwood floor. One entire wall is dark glass, opening up onto the bathroom.

I drop my bag onto his bed and head toward the bathroom, only to stop right inside the doorway and gape. His bathroom is almost as big as my entire apartment. A giant garden tub is built onto a black dais of sorts in the corner, with two steps leading up to it. A chrome and glass shower is on the opposite wall, with multiple showerheads overhead. A massive vanity stretches the length of the wall between the shower and the tub. The toilet is built in its own little area, with a door for privacy.

"I could live in here," I mumble to myself before starting the shower. I poke through his cabinets until I find a stack of fluffy black towels and washcloths. Setting them aside, I glance at myself in the mirror and sigh. My green eyes are dull and sad, the skin beneath puffy and red. My hair is a mess from having slept in the car, thick pieces loose from the bun I tossed it into. My lips are swollen from Cam's kisses. Faint red marks are visible on my throat from where he bit me.

I strip my clothes off quickly. My eyes fill with tears when I see those same marks all over my body. Love bites form a roadmap across my skin, showing exactly where he's been and how long he stayed. I don't want them to fade. I don't want to look down in a week and see that they've all disappeared. But they will, and then I really will be alone. Locked up with criminals for trusting the wrong person.

I step beneath the spray of the shower as tears begin to fall. A sob breaks from my lips, followed by another and another. My heart is breaking, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I'm in love with a cop, and I don't think I get to keep him after this. I huddle in the corner, wrap my arms around myself, and give in to the tears, sobbing so hard, I can't catch my breath.

"Kitten?" Cam calls from the other side of the shower door as I cry.

I bite my lip to stifle the sound of my sobs, but it doesn't do any good.

A cool blast of air swirls around me and then he's there, lifting me into his arms. He's still fully dressed, but he doesn't seem to care about getting his clothes wet. Instead, he slides down the shower wall until he's seated on the floor with me in his arms. Water pounds down on us from overhead, drenching him as I fall apart in his arms.

"Shh," he whispers into my hair, rocking me back and forth. "Shh, kitten. I've got you."

His sweet words shatter another little piece of my soul.

I cry until I can't cry anymore, and then I go limp in his arms.

"Come on, sweetheart," he says a few minutes later, and sets me away from him. He has to fight to get me to loosen my hold on him long enough for him to stand up. And then he peels his clothes off, dropping them to the shower floor with a wet plop. He picks me up again, holding me against his body as he tilts my head back into the spray of the shower.

I'm exhausted and numb, so I just stand there, staring at the sunburst tattooed over his heart while he takes care of me. We don't talk. His hands are gentle as he massages his shampoo into my hair and then tips my face back into the spray. His lips never stray far from my face. He rains kisses across my lips, my cheeks, and my eyelids as he washes me up.

Once he's finished, he quickly scrubs up and then turns the water off and grabs a towel, drying me from head to toe as I sway on my feet, trying to remain upright. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he picks me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom.

"Hold on to me, kitten," he murmurs.

When he's sure I've got my arms locked around his neck so I won't fall, he leans over and pulls the covers back before depositing me into the bed. A soft whimper escapes when he pulls my hands from around my neck. I don't want to let him go, not even for a moment.

He kisses both of my fists before easing them down and pulling his towel off. He tosses it toward the bathroom and then he's crawling into the bed with me. As soon as he's down, I'm on him, wrapping my body around his like a blanket. His skin is still damp, but I don't care.

"C'mere," he says, tugging me up until I'm draped over him, my legs twisted together with his and my upper body sprawled across his chest. He jerks the blankets up over me when I shiver, and then wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly.

I fight to keep my eyes open, but it's useless. I'm so emotionally and mentally exhausted, I can't function any longer. With a sigh, I burrow into him, already on the verge of sleep.

"I love you, kitten," he whispers into my hair.

"I love you," I whisper back, unable to keep the truth to myself when the thought of losing him hurts so damn badly.

I wake up close to midnight with my heart pounding erratically. I can't remember what I was dreaming about, but fear pumps through me so strongly, I'm gasping for air. Tears run down my face and I'm drenched with sweat. Somehow, I've drifted away from Cam in my sleep. I'm on the far side of his big bed, an ocean of cool sheets separating us.

I'm not sure if I make a noise or what, but he stirs.

"Kitten," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep. He reaches out for me, patting the bed. When he can't find me, he sits upright. "Kitten?"

"I'm here," I say, my voice raw.

I feel more than see him turn toward the sound of my voice, and then he's reaching out again. His hand drifts across my hip before curling around. He tugs me toward him, pulling me across the empty bed until I'm right up next to him again, anchoring myself to him with my arm across his stomach.

"Hey," he whispers, leaning over me to push damps strands of hair away from my face. The whites of his eyes are the only thing I can see in the dark, the rest of his handsome face is just shadows. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I run my hand up his torso to his heart, placing my palm over it. His pulse is steady beneath my hand, a gentle thrum. I close my eyes, focusing on the beat until mine slows to match his. The fear strumming through me diminishes, but it doesn't take my anxiety with it. My chest feels tight, as if a great weight presses on me.

Cam slides down into the bed with me, rolling until we're chest to chest. He strokes his hand up and down my side, pulling out a shiver. "You worried me," he says quietly. His words are a puff of air across my face.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." He nudges his nose against mine, his lips seeking mine in the dark. "Be here with me."

I want nothing more than to be here with him. Than to stay here with him.

He brushes my lips with his, curling his hand over my hip and holding on. I tilt my face, allowing him to deepen our kiss. I can taste my tears on my lips as he slips his tongue into my mouth, teasing the tip of mine. If he tastes them, he doesn't say anything. A soft groan tumbles from his lips as he hardens against my leg.

"Roll over," he whispers against my mouth, helping to turn me until my back is against his chest. He runs his hand down my stomach and then pulls my leg up over his hip from behind. His hand slides between us, seeking out my wetness.

"Cam," I moan, arching into his touch.

He kisses my neck, and then bites into my shoulder as he dips his fingers into me, teasing my clit.

His body is warm against mine, a living blanket keeping the chill in the room from me.

"God, kitten," he groans when I mewl, rocking my hips into his hand. His fingers slide across my clit before he slips one inside of me, opening me up to him. His cock nudges between my legs, bumping against his hand. He teases us both, running the head through my folds before he notches himself at my entrance.

"Touch yourself for me," he breathes, lifting his hips until he's sliding inside of me, a low groan rumbling in his throat.

I gasp his name as I slide my hand down my body. One finger swirls over my clit.

"Kitten," he breathes again, holding me in place with a hand between my breasts. He rocks into me in slow strokes, his lips and teeth against my neck and shoulder. He runs his other hand across my hip and thigh before covering my hand, stroking against my clit with me.

My fingers bump against his cock on every stroke.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I tell him, choking on the words.

He presses his lips to my shoulder, breathing me in. "Let go, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

Soft moans and sweet whispers echo around the room as he makes love to me from behind, his big body wrapped around mine until I can't tell where he ends and I begin. The moment is so tender, so sweet, that tears sting my eyes again, dripping silently down my cheeks.

Heat begins to take over, sparking to life between my thighs. He lifts my hip higher, thrusting harder. The change in angle causes the head of his cock to drag against my g-spot with every stroke.

I cry out again and then again, until the room is full of my sounds and his.

"Come for me," he says, stroking against my clit faster.

I slide my hand away from his and down, cupping his balls. They're tight, like he's right there on the edge. He moans my name, his arm tightening around me.

"I love you, Cam," I whisper, my voice breaking as emotion chokes me.

"Kitten," he cries out and then he's gone, pulling away from me.

Before I can miss him or ask where he's going, he's back, guiding me onto my stomach. His body covers mine and then he's sliding inside of me again. He holds me down with his weight, thrusting hard. Every time he moves, my nipples and clit bump against the sheets, pulling soft cries of pleasure from my lips.

His breath is a broken pant in my ear. He gathers my hair up and moves it away from my neck.

"Say it again," he says against my skin before biting into the shell of my ear.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

He rears back to lift my ass into the air. His fingers dig into my hips as he slams himself inside of me once more. He thrusts harder, striking so deep, I know I'll still feel him tomorrow. I rock back against him, taking all of him over and over. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass.

"Come on my cock," he grunts, reaching between us to play with my clit again. "Need to feel you dripping down my balls again, kitten. Give it to me."

I cry out, lifting my ass higher.

"It's mine. I want it." He presses against my clit, curling his body over mine again. "Fucking come, kitten," he growls in my ear. "Now."