Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) (7 page)

“Cam, yes,
yes
.”

He felt like one huge nerve, exposed and raw and quivering as he spent inside her. The perfect woman. His Vanessa.

She slumped over him, breathing fast. She raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes. “Holy fuck.”

He grinned at her, then started laughing. She joined him, and they laughed so hard he had trouble breathing.

“Holy fuck,” he repeated when he’d caught his breath. “So romantic. Yet so appropriate.”

She smiled, a real grin that touched him deep inside. “Who knew you had it in you? And no, this is not where you make some juvenile remark about it still being in me.”

“Damn. You take all the fun out of immaturity.”

She snickered. “Jesus, Cam. I wish I would have known I was missing that. I would have let you have me much sooner.”

“So it was all about proving myself, huh?” He stretched under her, pleased that they remained joined even though he’d started to soften. “How do you know that wasn’t just a lucky orgasm?”

She blinked. “Lucky orgasm?”

“Yeah. Women can have those. You know, a guy gets lucky the first time. I should definitely prove I’m good for at least another round. Or two.”

She pretended to consider him, tapping her chin. “You make a sound argument.”

“The probability that it’s not a fluke goes up the more we have sex. Make love. Fuck. Call it what you will, but I really think we need to continue this in the shower.”

“Oh. Shower sex. I can do that.”

“Honey, you can do anything. That’s why I like you. You’re so positive.”

“Dork.” She lifted herself off him and ran to the bathroom. “Ack. You made a mess!”

As
long
as
that’s all I made.
He trusted Vanessa implicitly. She wasn’t the kind of woman to take chances with her body or her future. He doubted she planned to conceive without a detailed list of how to go about it. Spontaneous sex with Cameron McCauley, sadly enough, would probably not appear on the list.

Yet some small part of him wondered
what
if
. What would their child be like? What would Vanessa look like carrying a piece of him inside her?

“Well? Come on, Methuselah. I’m not getting any younger,” she called out and started the shower. “Oh man. This is like a spa!”

He grinned. “Coming, dear.”

“Ass.”

He joined her in the shower and decided to show her how a real man pleasured a woman. After he got her nice and clean. With soap and water. And his tongue.

***

Vanessa couldn’t believe she’d actually had mind-blowing sex with Cameron McCauley in the Four Seasons Hotel. Nothing seedy or deviant about their coupling. She hadn’t expected anything raunchy—like Abby’s sexy books. But she also hadn’t expected he’d be so good at pleasing her. Her orgasm had satisfied, for sure. And his orgasm… Watching him come had been right up there with her all-time favorite images. A sunset over the ocean. A rainbow on a sunny day. The tigers at the zoo. Cameron in climax.

“Come on, lazy. Let me wash you.” He pulled her closer and proceeded to shampoo her with a decadent scalp massage.

“Oh, wow. You should do this for a living.” She moaned.

“But my happy endings are strictly for you.”

She laughed and tried not to swallow too much water.

“Easy now. See? That’s what it would have been like if I’d let you go down on me. Drowning.”

“Yeah, right. You made a mess, but it wasn’t a rainfall.”

“Hey. Stop trying to unman me. I came hard.”

“You busted a nut, all right.”

He took his hands away and stared at her. “Quite the vernacular.”

She laughed at him, amazed to be having so much fun after sex. Normally she didn’t climax, or she did and just wanted her partner gone.

“Now your body.” He held the soap up. “Arms up. I promise not to tickle.”

He washed her with gentle hands, spending a large time between her legs and on her breasts.

“Um, Cam? You washed my left breast five times already. I think I’m clean.”

“No. You’re a very dirty girl.” He sighed and continued to fondle her, enough that he aroused her again. “Have I told you how much I love your body? Your breasts fit in my hands. Not too big, not too small. Juuuusst right.”

“Okay, Goldilocks.”

He snorted with laughter, and she looked into his impossibly blue eyes and felt something deep give inside her.

“Now, Vanessa, I did say I’d get my turn.”

She looked down and saw him half hard. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“You are. Now hold still.” He angled her so that the shower hit her back and shoulders. Then he put down the soap and knelt between her feet.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What I want. It’s my show now, sexy. Buckle up and hold tight.”

Vanessa stared down at Cameron in shock. Her breath caught as his mouth drew closer. He kissed her. There. In that place where few men had ever done more than waste her time. Yet a hint of his breath and she felt ready to go off like a rocket.

“So sweet,” he murmured in that throaty voice that immediately put her in mind of hot, steamy sex.

The water rained over her back while Cameron licked her into another swell of arousal. The first man who made her experience more than tepid sensation, but full-out, tantalizing desire.

“Oh God, that’s so
good
.” She stroked his hair and placed a hand on his head, the other on his shoulder as he brought her to new heights. The notion that she stood there, unmoving, while he had his way with her body dumbfounded her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken charge in the bedroom—and she’d let him.

“Yeah, let go, baby. All over me.” He groaned and gripped her hips as he licked deeper, penetrating with his tongue.

Not sure if she wanted that much intimacy, she squirmed and tried to ease back. “Cam, I…”

He pulled his head back and stared up at her, his blue eyes brilliant with lust and a touch of amusement that surprised her. “Uh-uh. You just stand there while
I
call the shots. Trust me. Do what I tell you and you’ll come so hard you’ll be crying my name.”

She snorted, unable to help herself. “Yeah, right.”

“Oh, challenge on.” He smirked and focused back between her legs. He petted her, and her breath hitched when his fingers slid between her folds.

He leaned closer and licked her clit, and she shot up on her toes.

He nudged her legs wider. Then he fingered her folds apart and clamped his mouth over her clit. He sucked hard, tonguing the ripe bud and inserting a finger inside her, which he quickly withdrew, only to penetrate her again. The slow rhythm built as he sucked and nipped, his earthy moans and skilled mouth shoving her into a climax she hadn’t expected, not after that first earth-shattering ride on the couch.

She cried out as she came, gripping his shoulders as he continued to lick her into spasms of delighted release.

He kissed his way up her body, and she couldn’t miss the return of his erection. His lips found hers, and she wrapped her arms around his taut shoulders and thanked him without words for his generosity.

“Turn around,” he whispered against her lips.

Knowing she’d aroused him boosted her already healthy ego. Healthy—thanks to Cameron. How could any woman not find herself desirable when touched with such urgency, such care? She turned to face the wall.

“You’re so sexy. So hot.” He ground his erection against her ass. “I need you again.”

Need
, not
want
. Semantics, but Vanessa liked to think he used the word as more than a coincidence. She loved the idea of being needed for herself, that she might have something to offer that was more than work-related. He’d made her come twice. In one night. And she hadn’t once had to touch herself to get off. She more than wanted to repay him.

He pulled her hips back, and then he was there, thrusting into her wet heat.

“Fuck. So good,” he crooned as he slammed the rest of himself inside her. The hard push rocked her forward, but his subsequent strokes, his breathless groans and muttered swears increased her ardor, leaving her less exhausted from her previous orgasm than she would have thought.

“Fuck me harder,” she whispered. “Give it to me.” Normally men liked her to talk sexy, but these words were for her. “I need it.”

He obeyed, rutting with a fervent desire neither could miss. “Yes, yes, Vanessa. Baby, so good.” He gripped her hips and ground into her. “I’m coming,
so
hard
…” He shouted and shuddered inside her.

As if she hadn’t been stupid once with unprotected sex, she’d gone for twice in one night.

And she couldn’t have been happier.

Vanessa took birth control, a daily pill she never forgot. She’d never had sex without a condom before, with the exception of her first time with a fellow virgin.

But Cameron… A man who looked like a dream, who unselfishly saw to her pleasure first, had touched her in all the right places.

He continued to move inside her, a slow pull and push, until he finally withdrew.

“Left another mess,” he said in a guttural voice, then cleared his throat. “But you know, I’m thinking it’s probably safe now for me to come in your mouth.”

“Always looking ahead.” She laughed.

“Yep. Always looking for head.”

She rolled her eyes. “There’s that immaturity again.”

“I’m due. Come on. You came hard.” He turned her around and leaned against her, pushing her back against the cold wall tile. “All over my mouth. So sexy.” He grinned and kissed her.

“Yeah.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the affectionate embrace. “So I guess that wasn’t a lucky orgasm after all.” To her chagrin, she felt fluttery. Like those idiot women who looked gooey-eyed at their partners in all those rom-com movies—like Maddie and Abby stared at their men. She wondered if Cameron saw her softening.

“No tensing up,” he warned, apparently sensing her anxiety. “You earned some feel-good time after dealing with Mr. Smallest Dick of the Year.”

She snickered.

“There. That’s the mean little laugh I love to hear.” He kissed her again, then nuzzled her cheek, and the affection went straight to her head. “Now before the water turns cold, let’s dry off, order up some food, and make the rules you know you’re dying to put in place.”

Considering she’d been wondering how to go from tonight to tomorrow, his words made complete and utter sense. Yet she wasn’t sure if she liked him knowing her that well. “Not sure what you mean.” She cleaned herself once more, taking care to wash Cameron’s mess away and feeling weird that she missed him being a part of her.

“Uh-huh.” He turned off the water and left to get them two towels. He returned to the large glass stall and tossed one to her, then dried himself off. “Dry off before I’m tempted to go down on you again.”

She flushed and watched him work the towel over himself, fascinated with his body. Such corded strength in his compact frame. Those legs, that ass, that… Even flaccid he seemed large to her. When he caught her ogling him and raised a brow, she quickly finished drying herself off and stepped out with him.

He handed her a plush hotel robe, and she gratefully put it on, suddenly feeling shy, which made little sense. Vanessa didn’t do shy. Or embarrassed, or sensitive. Yet right now with Cameron, she felt all three. As she turned away to towel-dry her hair, he grabbed a matching robe from the small closet and put it on. Then he hung up his towel.

She nodded and hung hers next to his, her hair no longer sopping wet, but damp. He gestured for her to precede him into the living area. “Hungry?”

“Famished.” Surprisingly. She noted the darkness outside. “But it’s…” She glanced at the bedside clock. “Four a.m.?”

“So? They have twenty-four-seven room service.”

“Oh.” How decadent, to dine in this late. “Sure.” She’d probably have to sell a kidney to afford a coffee, but the sumptuous idea of a late-night snack with Cameron after that incredible sex went straight to her head.

She sat next to him on the couch, hip to hip, and pored over the menu. They decided on two fruit and cheese plates and a bottle of wine to go with it.

“You have good taste,” she said as he idly toyed with a strand of her wet hair.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled at her and wiggled his brows when his gaze moved down to her chest.

She fought a huge grin and tried to look stern. “Cameron…”

“You need all three names. Say it like this.” He infused his name with a deep bellow of authority. “
Cameron
Thomas
McCauley.
”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. Been hearing that my whole life.” He shrugged. “And I was the good McCauley. Not like the other slobs I used to live with.”

She smiled.

“How about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

“Nope. Just me.”

“Wow. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. I grew up waiting for the bathroom, wearing hand-me-downs, and fighting with my older brothers over just about everything. Even when I was trying to be good, one of them would suck me into a brawl. Usually Brody or Flynn.”

“Very different from my childhood. It was mostly quiet. My parents always had their noses buried in a book, a thesis, or work. They’re college professors.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. At a big university where they’re allowed to work on their theories and proofs. I grew up surrounded by math and physics. Fun, fun, fun.” She made a face.

He shrugged. “Hey, they could have been lit professors. Be thankful for small favors.”

She laughed. “True.” They fell into an easy silence. Cameron held her hair, studying it in the dim light, while she ran her fingers over his free hand, marveling at how much larger his palm was than hers, how graceful his fingers. For all that they stood close in height, he had much more muscle. And she’d never been more grateful for the differences between genders.

“This is nice,” he said and looked into her eyes. “Being with you.”

“Um, yes.” She felt her cheeks heat. Stupid. “It is.”

His slow smile warmed her all over again. “So you want to tell me the rules now?”

“Rules?”

“Please. After you finished screaming my name—”

“I don’t recall screaming your name.”

“—and after I had my wicked way with you, reason returned. We’re a lot alike, you know. Rational, intelligent, concerned about tomorrow. Always looking ahead.”

That flattering comparison she could live with. “And?”

“And you’re no doubt wondering what tonight meant in terms of our relationship.”

His cool detachment irked her. “Oh?”

“See? I even know that frosty tone. I somehow offended you without intending to.” Far from looking abashed, Cameron grinned. It should be illegal to be so charming, handsome, and assured of his appeal. “Vanessa, I really like you. For more than the sex, though the sex is… The sex is something we need to do
a
lot
. To get really, really good at it.”

She smirked. “Uh-huh.”

“I think we should try a few dates and see what happens.”

“As in, we’re dating.”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Just you and me.”

“Well, I sure the hell don’t want to double with Flynn or Brody anytime soon.” He grimaced. “I love the guys, but they can be such jackasses.”

“True.” She worried her lower lip, then immediately stopped when she realized Abby did the same thing all the time when nervous. God forbid she take on her roommate’s neuroses. “We enjoy each other’s company, like the same foods, love to exercise, and we’re far more intelligent than the people we live with.”

“Exactly.”

“Intelligence is important to me.” She sounded like a babbling idiot, and the captivated look on his face made her feel even more moronic.

“Me too.”

“So what if things don’t work out? Not that I’m leaning toward anything long-term, but when Brody and Abby hit the wall, we didn’t get along. You and I.”

“Actually, we got along fine. You were the one with the bug up your ass. You were also in the wrong; you just refused to admit it.”

“Excuse me—”

“But I forgive you.”

“Forgive this.” She shot him the finger.

Instead of volleying back an insult, he laughed, dragged her into his lap, and kissed her. “God, you make me so hard when you get mad.”

“Cam.”

He groaned. “And that. You always call me Cameron. But when I was inside you, you called me Cam. Like it’s a pet name or something.”

“You’d rather I called you something else?” She hadn’t realized she’d been doing that.

“Knowing you, it would be
dickhead
or
Mr. Tiny
. I don’t need disparaging remarks about my cock, thank you very much.”

She chuckled. “Why? Performance issues?”

“No. I just don’t want you confusing me with your new client.”

Her laughter deepened. “No worries there. You know, I still can’t believe he had the nerve to talk to me like that.”

“See? Now you’re thinking about him again. Think about me.” He kissed her, and the kiss turned from teasing to carnal in seconds. He broke away, breathing hard. “Damn. You really get to me.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, especially when his hand found its way into her robe and cupped her breast.

“So? We dating now or what? I mean, exclusively dating.” He pinched her nipple.

She sucked in a breath and let it out with a shaky moan. “Do I get more of this if I say yes?”

He smiled. “Maybe. I’m thinking you get a gym partner, a running buddy, a sympathetic ear when your roommates get on your nerves, and more orgasms. Along with the golden opportunity to please me at my beck and call.” At her look, he amended, “Or whenever our schedules mesh.”

“Better.” She leaned into his warmth, loving that he had no problem keeping eye contact while caressing her breast. Cameron always paid attention to her. Not just her body, but to Vanessa, the woman with a brain. “If I have another business function, can I take you?”

“Yeah.” He shifted under her. “And when we have uncomfortable family gatherings at my parents’ house, you have to buffer me from the hordes.”

“I can do that. I’m good at putting people in their places.”

“You are.” He kissed her, but this time with a lingering softness. “You put me in my place right off. I respect that.”

“Oh good. I’d hate for you to not respect me. Especially after tonight.”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Why don’t you get that while I try to hide my hard-on?”

She laughed and left him on the couch.

“Charge it to the room. I mean it,” he growled.

“Like I’m going to argue that?” she said over her shoulder as she opened the door.

The waiter wheeled in a cart carrying the tray, and after depositing it on the table, he handed her the bill. She signed it and added a nice gratuity, to which the waiter nodded and left with a smile.