Ignite Me: Shards of Glass, Part One (42 page)

“I should have told you to twist the dial for the heat first! I took a shower in cold water, I didn't think! It's my fault!” He walked with me back to the shower.

“The big dial on the right, twist it round, trouble is its all chrome! It has got a heat gage on it, but it's probably hard to see!” He rolled his jumper sleeve up and twisted the dial.

“Thank you and I'm sorry if I caused a fuss! I feel like a total dope!” I laughed. It was funny now, but I could still remember how my heart had faulted in my chest and it scared me a little.

“I'll go and sort breakfast if you are sure you are okay?!” He let go of me, but didn't move away.

I nodded. “Honestly, I will be fine! Thank you for rescuing me!” I grinned at him.

He grinned widely at me. “You almost gave me a heart attack, but I'm glad you are okay! I will remember to turn the heat back up next time!” He stepped away.

I took the towel off and placed it over the bath and stepped into the now warm stream of water sliding the door shut.

I blew him a kiss from inside the shower as he turned to leave.

I looked at the various products he had on the shelf that was set into the wall. He had moved the shampoo he had bought me onto the shelf, I picked up the glass bottle of body wash and pumped some into the palm of my hand. It smelt heavenly, it was masculine but I liked it. It smelt of him. I smirked as I lathered myself up. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his hands not mine. I took a breath as I washed the suds off and picked up the shampoo and washed my hair. I didn't spend too long in there I knew he was wanting to leave early.

20 minutes later I was dressed and my hair was semi dry as I sorted the merch out from the previous night. I sorted Georgia's stuff out and shoved it in my bag, figuring I wouldn't need to come back in here. I looked around his room, I felt comfortable here, even though it was his space. I felt like one day it would happily also be mine. I smiled as I walked into the lounge, I put my bag down on the couch and wandered into the kitchen.

Cameron looked up from the newspaper he was reading and patted the seat next to him. “You look better now!” He smiled.

I slipped onto the stall and picked up the mug he had put in front of me. “I am really sorry about the screaming! It wasn't deliberate! I just couldn't help it. How do you shower like that?!” I sipped the coffee.

“Don't say sorry! I should have warned you!” His hand squeezed my thigh. “I shower like that because the cold water kills off any erection I might have woke up with!” He grinned impishly at me.

“Oh.” I licked my lips. “You could have just tried waking me up yanno!” I grinned.

He squeezed my thigh a little higher up. “I did! I believe you said, not now cowboy!” He grinned, finding it funny.

I hadn't sleep talked for a while. I must have been deeply asleep when he tried to rouse me. “Oh my god! Well, uh sorry about that! I do tend to sleep talk!”

He smiled his beautiful smile at me, the one where his eyes light up and his whole face splits into a toothy grin. “Hmm, I'll have to remember that! How was the shower in the end?!”

“I used your body, wash! I smell like you now! I like it!” I brought my hand to my face and sniffed in. It was a strange scent, like woody but with a hint of vanilla.

He raised a brow. “Really?! Bet it's not as good as the real thing!”

“I'd have to sniff you to find out!” I laughed.

“Well feel free!” He folded the newspaper, putting it down and turned around in his seat.

I turned around to face him and lent over and buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his heady scent.

“Hmm, yeah.”

His hands found my knees and pulled me towards him. “I can't get enough of how you feel on my body, God Evan I don't know if I can go two days without being able to touch you!” He sighed.

I kissed softly just above where the neck of his polo shirt finished. Softly, sucking his skin into mouth.

I wondered if it would be terribly selfish to persuade him to stay, but I knew deep down he had to go and sort this whole Erin mess out with his Mother, so I might actually be able to meet his parents without her hating me.

He pushed his hand gently between my legs and rubbed with the palm of his hand.

I rolled my hips, it was a natural instinct. “Don't, you’re making me horny.” I moved back from his neck and saw the intent in his eyes.

“Stand up for me, darling.” His eyes scorched into mine.

I stood up as he'd asked.

“May I have permission?!” He was asking, but it was clear in the way he was looking at me that he needed to do this so I nodded.

“Stand in front of me.” He used both hands to position me directly in front of him. “Place your hands on my shoulders and don't move them, I promise you I won't hurt you!”

“I know you won't!” I smiled shyly at him as I placed both my hands on his shoulders.

“Good girl.” He un-popped the button of my jeans and then slowly undid my fly. My sex clenched in anticipation at what was to come. I took a steadying breath. I had never felt comfortable with a man taking so much control before but I trusted him.

He slipped his right hand down past the fabric of my jeans his fingers pressed into the cotton of my panties. I moaned softly.

“Am I turning you on yet?!” He looked me directly in eyes as his fingers moved the fabric of my panties to one side and rubbed softly against my cleft with expert precision.

I nodded, unable to say it out loud.

“Your eyes are amazing! Don't close them, I want to see you come for me! It's the last time before Sunday we get any intimacy between us.”

I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers in, breathing in heavily, his fingers rubbing in circles against my cleft, driving me to the edge.

“I would rather you were satisfied before I leave my darling!” His free hand gripped my waist, holding me tight in front of him.

He knew what I needed and he knew how to give it to me. “Oh god.” I didn't look away from him even though every atom of being was screaming at me to arch my head back.

I rolled my hips against his hand, pushing against him, tightening around him.

“That's it.” His eyes were wide, sharing the pleasure.

My breathing was more rapid now as he rubbed against the hood of my clitoris giving me the friction I needed.

“Cameron.” I gripped a hand full of fabric as I shuddered against him, a glorious orgasm rippled through me. His eyes reflected mine, wide, and excited.

He rubbed against me again, my clit tender now, I cried out. “I can't...”

“You can! I can feel you can! Just trust me!” His fingers rubbed against me expertly. I could feel his finger rubbing on the inside wall of my sex.

I clenched against him greedy for more.

“How do I feel?!” He tones like liquid gold to my ears.

“So good.” I shuddered, gushing once more against his hand. My body now limp; my bones turned to jelly as I collapsed into him fully satisfied.

He caught me and held me against him. “How are you feeling?!” His hands stroked down my back, comforting me.

I felt amazingly calm. “Like I'm in heaven!” I breathed into his neck.

“Good, I will remember your face when I'm alone later on, you ignite me!” He let a steady breath go. “I've never got satisfaction out of pleasing anyone before, unless it was leading to something for me, but I like it! I liked knowing I was pleasing you.”

I let go of his neck and let him set me back at my stall. “I guess it's something you learn as a couple to please each other in those small ways! I'll return the favor one day!” I smiled shyly at him.

He beamed me a smile as he got up and made himself busy. “Then I shall look forward to it, now how much milk do you like in your cereal?!” He paused carton in hand.

“Oh, just enough to make it wet, I like it crunchy!” I grinned, watching him make me breakfast. “Thanks.” I tagged on as an afterthought, I wasn't used to having breakfast made for me.

I looked around, I hadn't seen or heard Georgia as yet. I chewed my lip nervously. Was she avoiding me for not hanging out with her last night?! Maybe the silent treatment.

He put the bowl and spoon down with a fresh coffee and took his seat next to me, his knee of his right leg resting against mine.

I picked up my spoon and dug in. It was crunchy flakes with nuts that tasted of honey. “So good!” I said as I shovelled another spoon full in.

“Thought you'd like it! If you’re wondering where my sister is, she's helping Jones go get fuel for the SUV! She's had breakfast and such! It just meant I got an hour of extra time with you alone!”

“Oh, I was starting to think maybe she'd gone off me cause of last night!” I eyed the bowl now empty and thought better of drinking the leftover milk, so I pushed it to one side and picked up the coffee.

“No darling, it's because I'm a selfish bastard and wanted you to myself!” He smirked.

I laughed. I hadn't heard him swear much before, he was obviously comfortable around me. It also sounded ridiculously sexy.

“Well, I don't think you are! I think I'm selfish for even thinking about trying to persuade you to stay!” I grinned as I sipped my coffee.

He raised a brow. “Oh yes and how were you going to do that?!” His tone was playful.

I put the cup down and looked up at him through my lashes. “Well, I was thinking a day of hot sex?!” My face split into a lopsided grin. Imagining he'd quite like that.

He frowned and rubbed his chin with his fingers. “Hmm, how hot?!”

I thought about the question before answering, I hadn't expected him to ask that. I never did, though that was the problem. “How hot do you like it?!” I blurted it out without meaning to as it had fluttered across my mind.

Filter!! Evan, filter!

He took a breath. “As hot as you can handle it Evan! And trust me what you're used to isn't even warm!” His hand brushed my hair behind my ear. “I could teach you so much, if you'd allow me!”

My breath caught in my chest as I looked at him, goose bumps erupted all over my body making me shiver slightly. There was something in the way he'd said it, a slight need to his tone. “Okay, then teach me!” I meant it with conviction because I wanted to satisfy him, I wanted to be the only woman he ever thought about in any capacity.

He let a heavy breath go. “When I return we will sit down and discuss it! Because I know you're keen to please me, but it works both ways, I want to please you to but my idea of hot might not be yours! I promise you, it's nothing to worry about so please don't spend the whole weekend over thinking it!”

I wondered what he would talk to me about, I mean, how much can you talk about sex?! You just did it, didn't you?! I would have to Skype Jess! See what she might know.

“Okay, well, I guess I gotta sort Georgia's stuff out from last night! I left it in the lounge! Wanna come with me and see what they gave me! Little shits wouldn't let me pay!” I got down from the stall and held my hand out for his.

He placed his hand in mine. “Your friends think a lot of you! They played really well, they actually had a lot of fans in that room, and I’m going to think over the weekend about signing them!”

I towed him behind me into his lounge. I smiled so widely hearing that. I was so excited for Jack and the guys. “Cameron that literally would mean so much to them! Thank you!” I turned around and kissed him on the cheek.

He grinned. “You don't have to thank me! They will make me money, it's a no brainer! Now show me this merch!” He stood leaning on the back of the leather couch.

“Ah, right yes!” I made myself busy sorting it all out. “Those are the shirts for Georgia and the bag that comes with the badges and patches! Actually the main shirt and badges are photos I took a while ago! I literally was so proud they used them!” I was buzzing with excitement as I packed away my own haul of goodies leaving Georgia's out for Cameron to look at.

He picked up the bag packet, and studied the photos before putting it down and picking up the shirts in turn and studying them.

“Did they pay you for using your photography?!” He looked at me with his serious face on.

I shook my head. “Uh, no, I didn't know they'd used them until last night, but they are my friends!” I knew what he'd say.

He rolled his eyes. “Business is business Evan! They are using your work! They should pay you!” He placed the shirts down.

“I know you're right, but I wouldn't take it even if they offered just as they wouldn't take my money last night!” I fixed him with a serious look, I didn't want to talk about money.

He smiled. “I'll leave the subject for now! Actually on an unrelated subject, could I ask you to consider something when you go shopping?!” He studied me with guarded eyes.

I frowned. “Sure!” Now I was intrigued.

“I don't like red underwear! I also prefer silks! Dark purples, and you have the perfect figure for plunge cups, would you take that into consideration when buying?!” He dug his fingers into the couch.

I would never have brought red, so it didn't bother me, I just found it odd that he had a list of styles he preferred.

“I will but purely because I would never have bought red! So where do you stand with thongs and such?!” I grinned, I would never have normally have cared less if a man liked my underwear or not, but he was different, I wanted him to like what I wore also I didn't want to waste my time.

He grinned. “Thongs yes! Pretty much whatever you want to wear, I just like the feel of silk under my fingertips and I hate red!”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Why did he hate red so much?! “Is that why you didn't want me to dye my whole hair?!” I twisted a lock of hair around my fingers, it was now more of a peach than a red.

He nodded, his face gave nothing away. “Yes, darling it is! I like it now though! Peach is good!”

I grinned. “So you’re not gonna tell me why are you?!” I knew he wouldn't.

He grinned at me as he stalked me around the coach. “Maybe one day, just not now!” His arms locked around my middle. “I would never tell you not to wear red, I just don't like it! It brings up unsavoury memories.” He nuzzled my neck, kissing lightly.