Soul Sweet (15 page)

“Fine.” He released her, picked up a towel from the vanity and handed it to her. “Save your do.”

Misha chuckled as she quickly wrapped and secured the towel around her head. “I’m sorry.” She dropped her arms to her sides, feeling a little self-conscious beneath Cameron’s curious stare. “I’m sure this wasn’t part of your sexy fantasy.”

Cameron’s gaze moved from her head, over her naked body before meeting her eyes. “It is now. You look fucking sexy as hell.”

Tendrils of heat snaked through her as he held out his hand again.

“Come here.”

Misha took a step forward, laced her fingers with his then got into the huge shower with him. Standing side by side together, she moaned as the multiple beads of water rained over her skin. “This is lovely. The perfect way to begin or end a day.”

“The perfect way to begin or end a day after this.” Cameron placed a condom on the built-in ledge in the wall before squeezing shower gel in his hand. “Turn for me.”

Misha pivoted and shivered with delight as he massaged the bubbly lather across her shoulders, down her back and over her ass. She heard him add more soap to his hands, crouch behind her then she felt his hands smoothing the soap up her legs. Her arousal continued to grow as he caressed her inner thighs. He stood, rubbed her hips, squeezed them and she enjoyed the spray falling from above. The droplets teased her breasts and the warmth of his hard body up against her delighted her senses as he put his hands back on the curve of her derrière.

“This ass was made for play.”

Misha braced her hands up on the wall, wantonly wriggling as he caressed her. She yelped when he smacked her left cheek with enough force to send a zing up her spine. “Again.” She smiled, and beads of water filled her mouth as Cameron chuckled.

He spanked her other ass cheek and the sound seemed to echo in the bathroom. “Part of my fantasy with you in this shower was about playing with your ass. Has anyone ever done that, Misha?”

His question made her tremble, made her nipples harden.

“N-no.”

“How is that possible?”

Misha bit her lip as he slid his soapy hand between her ass cheeks and moved it up and down. He pressed a finger against her untouched hole. She jerked forward with a gasp and she looked at him over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Touching you.” Cameron moved his hands up to her breasts, toyed with her nipples and Misha shuddered with delight. “Will you let me touch you the way I want?”

Misha shuddered, torn between the unknown and the need to feel more of the exquisite sensations he always brought up within her. She ached to be filled by him again when she felt his cock thickening against her. “
There?
” He was the only man to ever ask.

“Yes.”

“Cameron…”

“You’ll like it, I promise, and if you don’t, just say stop.”

He tugged on her nipples as she wriggled her ass against his erection. “O-okay.”

Cameron kissed her shoulder. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She knew he wouldn’t, but her nerves jangled at the prospect of exploring the unfamiliar. He trailed his hands back down to her bottom then parted her ass cheeks with his finger, touching her in a place no one ever had.

“Play with your clit.”

Misha complied, spreading her legs a little wider. She slid one hand between them, sucking in a tight breath when he pushed his finger into her. Uncomfortable, she tensed and closed her eyes. “Cameron, I don’t—”

“Shh…”

He went deeper, slowly, letting her adjust to him stretching her as he stroked his finger in and out of her. Misha rested her towel-wrapped head on the shower wall and rubbed her clit, letting go of her trepidation and the strange feeling of him entering her in her most private place. Unfamiliar sensations slowly became erotic, making her whimper and moan when he added another finger. She teased her clit more urgently, wanting to reach the top of the rising crest of passion building within her.

“See?” Cameron whispered against her ear. “Just another form of pleasure.”

She had to agree. Her breaths became tiny pants as he continued to play with her ass while running his other hand up and down her back. “I want you inside of me.”

“Where I want to be.” Cameron gently began to pull his fingers from her, eliciting another gasp from Misha when he fully withdrew.

She heard him open the foil package before he turned her around. Her gaze dropped to his sheathed cock and she smiled up at him. “You have a beautiful dick.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Why, thank you. I’m glad you approve.”

“Oh, I do, very much.”

Cameron slid his hands under her derrière, picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His strength turned her on even more. She leaned her back against the shower wall, reached between them, took hold of his slick hard length and guided him into her. She moaned in ecstasy, losing herself to the mind-blowing pleasure of his cock filling her again as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

Cameron helped her find the perfect sensory rhythm, easily bringing her up and down on his cock. The position and place added to the sensuality of the experience for Misha. She looked at him through hooded eyes, mewling on every downward stroke. His green eyes held hers, brilliant with passion, and she marvelled at his male beauty in all of its shower-drenched splendour. She revelled in his rough groans, the beads of water dancing along her heated skin and her own feminine power.

Misha closed her eyes again, crying out as she came. She gasped, overwhelmed by the depth of her orgasm. Cameron held her tighter, bounced her harder with several more thrusts before groaning with his own release. Misha wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him as his cock pulsed inside her and wished there were no barrier between them.

* * * *

Cameron watched Misha stir beneath the sheets, wishing he didn’t have to wake her. She’d mentioned needing to leave by nine and it was four minutes past the hour. He assumed she didn’t want to be late meeting Darius for coffee before his flight. A smile flitted across his lips. He could wake her, distract her with his tongue until there wasn’t a chance for her to meet up with him.

Selfish bastard.

Yeah, sometimes. As far as he was concerned, sharing was overrated. They had a day in between the taping for the
Celeb Chef
final and he wanted to spend it with Misha. Besides, they had three more sexy fantasies to make reality. Too bad he could think of a hundred more. He needed more time.
They
needed more time.

Misha’s cell chimed and vibrated on the nightstand beside her. She opened her eyes, smiled sleepily at him and Cameron knew he’d do anything to guarantee they had more time to spend together. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Cameron.”

Misha picked up her phone and groaned. “My sister.” She gave him an apologetic look before answering. “Hey, Serene. No, I missed the interview too.”

Cameron studied her face in the sunlight, free of makeup and still beautiful. She was wearing one of his white T-shirts and it was a little tight across her breasts. The faint outline of her dark nipples beneath the fabric reminded him of her breathless moans when he’d teased them in the shower.

Damn.

The shower. Just the mere thought of it started to get him hard. He wanted Misha again. Last night, he’d realised there was so much more than just the white-hot sexual chemistry between them. They had a connection that went deeper than the physical and it had been so long since he’d felt that with a woman.

Misha pointed to the flat screen on the wall facing the foot of the bed. “A recap of Vivian’s interview is coming up on channel four.”

Cameron grabbed the remote and put the television on channel four. He turned up the volume, half listening to the show and Misha’s side of the conversation on her cell.

“Did the host say anything about
Celeb Chef
?” Misha asked, putting her phone on the bed.

Cameron tapped his finger on her nipple. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Misha gave him an exasperated look. “Turn it up. Serene said Vivian’s supposed to talk about me and Jackson being in the finale.”

Cameron increased the volume as Misha snuggled up next to him to watch the programme. They both stilled when the male host came back on screen.

“And everyone is talking about Jackson Cari and Misha Ryan, the final two Celeb Chefs left standing and preparing to face off in the show’s finale tomorrow night, but rumours of a sizzling romance between Chef Banner and Misha Ryan is generating more buzz. Take a listen.”

Cameron scooted up on his pillow. “Holy hell.”

“Oh, my God.” Misha sat up in the bed when Vivian’s face popped up on the screen.

“Although I’m disappointed not to be in the finale, I’m glad Misha and Jackson are the final two. They’re both damn good chefs. I think either of them could win. I think Jackson has been a favourite for Don from the beginning and…” Vivian giggled. “Misha is definitely Chef Banner’s fave.”

Vivian hadn’t said anything malicious and Cameron was almost certain she hadn’t intended to start a firestorm with her comments, but the ‘I’ve got a secret’ look on her face had no doubt started one.

Misha gasped as clips of their interactions on the show were played, highlighting some of his compliments for her dishes. “Those spliced up snippets make us look like secret lovers.”

Cameron looked at Misha. “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but—”

“But we
weren’t
lovers before last night. This”—she waved frantically at the television—“makes it look like we’ve been lovers the
entire
time.” Misha scrambled from the bed and began gathering up her clothes. “What was Vivian thinking?”

“She wasn’t.” Cameron got out of bed. He crossed the carpet and wrapped his arms around Misha. “Look, don’t panic. It’s only speculation at this point. Talk of a possible romantic connection between us will blow over with the latest celebrity gossip.”

“You think so?” Misha pulled up her yoga pants.

“I do.”

“Well, I’m going to get out of here before someone spots us. Where is my damn bra?”

Cameron walked over by the door, picked up the undergarment then brought it to Misha. “Why put it back on to go down a few floors?” he asked when she started to take off his T-shirt.

“I don’t have the freedom of a B or A cup.”

Cameron laughed. “Thank God. You have something much, much better.” He ran his fingers over the tops of her breasts, now concealed in the lacy nude bra.

“Do you mind if I wear your shirt? I’ll get it back to you.”

“I want you in my shirts all the time.”

Misha paused for a moment to really look at him. “That’s quite a statement.”

It was, but it had felt completely natural to say and he knew he’d meant it. The show was coming to an end and soon he’d be going back to his life in New York, she’d go back to Chicago, but he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her. “For quite the woman.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Misha when she came to him, kissing her softly, wanting nothing more than to carry her back to the bed.

Misha rested her head on his chest. “I’ve got to go.”

“I know. Text me when you’ve finished having coffee with Darius. What else do you have planned before the big night?”

“I need to find a hairdresser that can make my hair look like I haven’t been sexing it up in the shower.”

“Your hair looks fine.” Cameron laughed at the ‘Are you crazy?’ look Misha gave him. “Well, hopefully we can find some time to sneak away where there wouldn’t be any possible chance of being seen.”

“Okay.”

Cameron took hold of her hand and led her to the door as Misha zipped up her pink hoodie. He chuckled when she pulled the hood up over her hair. “Trying to hide again?”

“Not working, huh?”

“Not at all. I don’t think there will be any reporters waiting for you at your hotel door.” Cameron waved his hand when Misha looked at him in horror. “Relax. I’m teasing you.” He opened the door. “Go.”

Misha smiled. “’Later, Cameron.”

“Later.”

He closed the door, pleased she hadn’t chosen to say goodbye. That was a word he hoped he wouldn’t hear definitively from her kissable lips for a long time to come.

Chapter Ten

The stairwell door clicked shut behind her and Misha shook her head. Darius would just have to wait a few minutes—she was going to be late. Striding down the hall to her room, she muttered a curse.

What the hell was she doing?

She didn’t regret being with Cameron. Last night had been nothing short of incredible. The way he’d touched her, made her come…

She was getting wet just thinking about it. He’d made her feel things no man had, did things that sent a rush of heat to her cheeks. She still couldn’t believe what she’d let him do.

Or that you liked it, would let him do it again.

Misha could almost hear Cameron’s sexy words of encouragement to relax in her ear as she rounded the corner to her door. She faltered when she saw Darius turn his head to look at her as he prepared to knock on her door. “Good morning, Darius.” She forced a smile on her face she wasn’t quite feeling, noticing that Darius’ grin looked a little stilted too as she approached him.

“Good morning.” His gaze ran over her. “I sent you a text last night to let you know I’d meet you here to go for coffee since we’re on the same floor.”

“You did?” Misha checked her phone and saw that he’d indeed texted her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get it.”

“I can see that.” Darius gestured towards her. “You don’t look like you’re ready. I mean you look great, but I’ve never seen you out and about dressed like that. Did you go for a walk or were you cooking something up with Chef Banner like that tabloid gossip show suggested?”

Misha stared at him in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.” Darius shook his head. “Yeah, the look on your face says it all.”

“Darius—”

He held up his hand. “It’s all good. I just hope you know what you’re doing. I wish you the best in the finale tomorrow.” Darius handed her a colourful paper umbrella like they always placed in their celebratory margaritas after a big catering gig. “For luck.”