Caught on Camera (24 page)

She smiled at the memory. “Sorry I lost the shoes you bought me yesterday. They were really nice shoes.”

He stepped up behind her and circled her waist. “And you looked really good in them.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She giggled. She’d tried to talk him into a less expensive pair, but he’d insisted they were the ones that went perfectly with the dress. And she did like awesome shoes. She tilted her head back and squinted up at him. “I imagine the dress is ruined too.”

“Not even on my radar, sweetheart.” He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her mouth and she turned in his arms, but he ended the moment before it could develop into something more. “Let’s talk about your job situation. I’ve been online most of the morning—”

“No,” she interrupted vehemently. The last thing she wanted to do right then was think about the fact that she had nothing to go back home to. “We’re here to have fun, right?”

He gave a slight nod. “Yeah, but we need to talk about this. It was my fault, so I should—”

“You should do nothing. It wasn’t your fault, JP. They were planning cuts whether I got the interview or not.”

“But if I’d agreed…”

His words trailed off because they both knew what would have happened if he’d agreed to do the interview. She’d have created a potentially award-worthy piece and gotten a new job. But none of those things would happen now, and she didn’t want to talk about that either.

“Maybe you should reconsider being on camera,” he started.

Pain clustered in her midsection. If only things were different. She shook her head. “It’s not an option.” She slid her hands up over his chest to link around his neck. “Can we get back to that kiss, please? You kind of left me riled up.”

His lids lowered as she could see him fighting with himself on whether to let her change the subject or not. With a muffled growl, he finally gave in. “Fine, but this conversation isn’t over.”

He pressed his mouth to hers so that they picked up right where they’d left off. With the flick of a wrist, he had her sash untied, then had her stripped bare a mere two seconds later.

She looked down at her naked parts. “You’re awfully good at that.”

“I’ve had some practice.” The smile coming back at her was worthy of the devil himself.

Jealousy reared its head, but she fought the urge to show it. As she’d stated the previous evening, being jealous meant she cared. She might not be able to turn off her feelings, but he certainly didn’t have to know about them.

The last thing she wanted was for him to think she would be one of his fawning women, doing anything and everything to get a few more measly minutes of his time.

It was simple. She was enjoying the date she’d humiliated herself to get. When they got home, she’d go back to her life and he’d go to his. Liking him or not would never come into play, and the fact that she’d known she was in way over her head when she’d darted off to hide in the shower the night before certainly didn’t matter either.

“Lots and lots of practice,” he teased, his voice low and sexy. He trailed a finger around the base of one breast until she whimpered and pushed into his hand. He closed over her, shooting a path of heat down her body that landed in her clit. “You’re still not jealous?”

She shook her head. She was definitely turned on though. “Doesn’t matter to me. I’ve slept with plenty of men too.”

His eyes turned stormy at the admission, but she wasn’t about to tell him she could count the number of her lovers all on one hand. Without warning, he picked her up, and she squealed in surprise. She clutched her legs around his waist as he began striding, carrying her through the rooms until he reached the master bath, where he deposited her on the cold countertop.

She squealed again, rearing up off the granite, but he didn’t let her escape.

He pressed his hands to her hips and pushed her down, holding her there and leaning his agitated face into hers. “How about if I tell you the thought of you with other men
does
make me jealous?”

She eyed his square jaw. It had a little twitch toward the back on the right side. Was he trying to tell her
he
cared? She licked her lips and turned her nose up in the air, refusing to accept such. “It’s ego. I’m sure you say that to all your girls.”

“Vega.” He shot her a frustrated look. “Honey. You can be a pain in the butt when you want to, did you know that?”

Reaching inside the shower, he kept one hand on her, holding her down on the counter, and used his other to turn a knob. He then picked her up and unceremoniously dumped her under the freezing water. He closed the door and held it shut as she squeaked and squealed and jumped around, trying to keep the stinging water from turning her to ice.

“Let me out!” She banged her fist on the shower door.

“Tell me the thought of me with other women drives you crazy.”

“Never.”

He lost his pants and stood on the other side of the glass door, and she totally forgot the cold water or the fact that she could adjust the temperature herself if she was so inclined. Though he was acting jealous, it was clear there was a much stronger emotion churning through him at the moment.

She swallowed and licked her lips. She hadn’t had nearly enough looks at that thing the night before.

“Want to join me in here?” she asked.

His fingers wrapped around the top edge of the shower door and gripped tight. “I hear the water’s cold.”

“Not so much.” She couldn’t take her gaze off his burgeoning dick. “It’s getting warmer by the second.”

She slid her hands up over her breasts, catching her nipples between thumb and forefingers and pinching. She moaned as she tugged, then tilted her head down to watch as she let go and her breasts sprang back into position. She repeated the action once more just because it felt good.

“Come in here and play,” she taunted.

He shook his head. “I can play out here,” he scratched out.

One hand released the shower door and lowered to grip himself, then began moving slowly back and forth, tantalizing her with its rhythm. Calling to her. He didn’t pick up speed, just stroked, over and over, as she continued to watch.

A drop of fluid appeared on the tip and she groaned. She sucked the end of a finger into her mouth and brought her gaze up to his, locking onto his dark pupils as she slowly pulled the finger deeper behind her lips, letting him know what she wanted to do to him.

His jaw tensed. “I’ll join you if you’ll admit the thought of me with other women makes you jealous.”

Her head moved slowly back and forth, and she released her finger. “Why does it matter?”

She reached to the side without taking her eyes off him and adjusted the knobs, turned the showerhead so it wasn’t hitting her so directly, then picked up the bar of soap. No way was he winning this round.

“I just want the truth,” he said. “I thought you were a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of girl.”

“What makes you think you’re not getting the real me?” Her hands rolled the soap between her breasts until they were foaming with bubbles, then she dropped the bar and slid both palms once again over her breasts. She closed her eyes as she soaped them, rubbing and squeezing them together until her nipples stood as erect as he did.

Next, she rested her head on the tile wall behind her and roamed her fingers up over her neck, letting out a tiny breathy moan as she traveled.

Without missing a beat, back down she went, touching and teasing herself until she found the spot he’d finally gotten around to touching with his lips in the early-morning hours. She was more than ready for more of that. She slipped her fingers between the trimmed hair and cracked opened her heavy lids to watch JP watch her pleasure herself.

His hand had quit moving.

“Vega,” he warned. “You’re asking for trouble in there.”

“I’m not asking.” She moaned as her fingertip brushed over her engorged clit. She spread her legs farther apart for better access. “You wouldn’t join me so I’m simply taking matters into my own hands.”

He groaned and she smiled at the steam that collected on the door where he breathed.

“You still not planning to join me?” One hand roamed back to her chest to fondle her breasts while the fingers of the other worked harder down below. “Oh,” she panted out, far more turned on than she’d intended. She’d simply wanted to drive him as crazy as he’d been driving her.

His grip over the edge of the still-closed shower door shook it in its tracks as his gaze jumped back and forth between her hands. “Baby,” he mumbled. “You’re so damn hot.”

“Uh-huh.” She rested against the wall and worked herself faster, losing strength in her knees. Her other hand repeatedly pinched her nipples until she couldn’t keep from rolling her head back and forth. “Come in here with me, JP. Please.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before the door was wrenched opened and he had her in his arms. He gripped her butt and jerked her to him, pressing his jutting cock hard to her stomach. When she pulled her hand away, he clasped her fingers in his and led her back.

“Don’t stop, baby. I’ll help.”

Together the two of them slipped back between her folds, teasing and flicking as her body tensed with the motions. She was on the verge of an explosive orgasm, and her knees were losing the battle to hold her up. She pressed back into the wall and planted her heels, trying to keep herself from slipping. “I’m going to fall.”

“I won’t let you.” His arm closed around her waist like a vise. “Wrap your arm around my neck and hold on.”

She did as instructed, but that left her breasts bare. JP’s eyes gleamed down at the soapy mounds a second before his mouth dipped and he went after them. His teeth closed around a nipple and bit down, and she raced toward a climax she wouldn’t have been able to stop if she’d wanted to.

“JP?” she panted. Her entire body shook with tension, so tight she wasn’t sure she would survive what was coming next.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let it go.” He sucked her deep into his mouth while lifting a knee to grind their fingers harder into her. He nudged upward in fast thrusts then switched to circling motions as the orgasm ripped out of her and tore through the room, pulling screams from the back of her throat.

He held her up, helping her ride the wave until there was nothing left to wring out of her, then rested her limp body against his. She straddled his leg, and he brought his hands up to cup her face. His kiss seemed to pour every ounce of emotion he had into her, while she fought the pressure of tears against the backs of her eyes. She was going to miss him so much.

When the kiss ended, she could only cling to him and hope like hell they got to do this enough times today that she could pull the memories out for years to come. Because she had no doubt, it was going to take years to recover from him.

S
EVERAL MINUTES LATER
, Vega’s breathing slowed, and JP lowered his leg to allow her to slide down. He gritted his teeth as her soft curves mapped over his body. What she’d been doing in the shower had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And he’d been pretty certain parts of the previous night couldn’t be topped.

He whisked her under the water and rinsed her off, then toweled them both dry, reigniting himself as he used the cloth to touch every part of her.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled between kisses.

“You won’t hear me complain.”

Her lips were swollen and her eyes glazed, but she reached for him, ready for more. She wrapped her long fingers around the erection that had yet to disappear, and he couldn’t contain the automatic thrusting motion.

“Let’s go back to bed and take care of that for you,” she whispered.

Not needing a second invitation, he stooped and hauled her up, fireman style. Her laughter stroked his ego as his long strides ate up the space to the bed. After dumping her in the middle of the mattress, he stared down at what had turned out to be his sexual dreams come true, thanked whatever God had lined up their meeting, then climbed in after her.

Vega collapsed to the bed, her body once again damp with sweat, her head hanging off the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to need more sleep.”