Dr. Brandt: Chapter 30

I intended to talk to Cameron, not end up in his arms. My mind was begging me to stop this, but my heart spurred me on.

Cameron walked briskly into the ship to get out of the rain, which had switched directions and was blowing in on us under the covered deck. As he walked, my lips moved to his neck. He smelled goddamn good, like if you could bottle a sunrise and mix it with morning coffee on a perfect autumn day.

“Holy shit, this is your room?” I questioned after we’d stumbled in, all the instant love and romance out the window, taken away by the storm that howled around the yacht.

“We can discuss sleeping quarters later,” he said, grabbing my hand, his eyes pleading with me to stay in the moment.

I pulled my hand from his as I checked out this stately room fit for a real-life king. “This is amazing. So, is this the part where you tell me that you’re the real yacht owner?”

He smirked and slid his hands into his trousers as his eyes roamed around the large room.

Mine did too. This place was made up of windows, an elegant balcony with a built-in spa, a super-sized king bed, a sofa, and the hallway I’d just walked through to get here.

“This is wildly beautiful.”

“You’re welcome to stay and enjoy the luxury it has to offer,” he grinned, watching me with a look that sent a chill up my spine.

This man was the epitome of sexy.

“Jackson,” I said, stopping the forward progression of where Cam and I were headed. “I can’t just run off like this.”

“The kids are with the activity directors,” he said with a confused yet humorous expression.

“Yes, I know that,” I said, feeling unnerved by the dark expression he wore, standing across the room from me. “I can’t just disappear, though. What if he has a seizure, and they’re looking for me?”

While I was trying to shake the sudden nerves, Cam kept his expression as serious as it was when we were talking outside.

“First off,” Cameron started.

“First off?” I said, trying to keep the conversation moving forward.

“I’ve already discussed Jackson’s epilepsy with the staff. All safety measures were implemented for him long before we arrived yesterday.”

I cocked my head to the side and smiled, “Well, thank you for that.”

“I wanted you and Jacks to be comfortable. Since I specialize in epilepsy, I’ve got all precautions in order. And while on a yacht,” he smiled and waved his hand around the room, “it’s nice to have medical aid close by, if for nothing else than to feel more comfortable while knowing the hospital is not right around the corner.”

“And to have a pediatric surgeon aboard as well,” I teased, feeling my sudden nervousness dissipate.

“Always nice to have a doctor who specializes in the field of your medical condition aboard a yacht.” His forehead creased in humor.

He crossed the room to where I stood. “Everyone on the boat has our cell numbers in case something happens.” He took my hands into his strong ones, “Is this how you’ve been living with Jackson?”

“Living like what, not able to do anything without worrying my son will have a seizure around people who have no idea what to do?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “My God.” He paused and looked toward the windows where this storm didn’t feel like the romantic moment of moments ago.

“Sorry. I sort of killed the moment.”

“You didn’t kill anything.” He looked at me with touching sincerity. “I am so damn sorry you’ve been doing this for so long, and I had no idea. I feel guilty that I went on living a carefree life, you know. It’s so unfair to you,” he said before he took a deep breath and continued. “I don’t want to dredge up old things, but for the sake of moving forward, I just need to say that I wish you would’ve told me—you absolutely could’ve told me at any point—that you were pregnant. We were so close, Jessa. We weren’t just your average couple in college, you know?”

I shook my head. “No, we weren’t. A lot of it was on me, Cam. I respected that you wanted to create this life for yourself, and I didn’t want to hold you back. I guess, anyway. I didn’t feel right calling you up and dropping that on you. I figured you moved on for a reason, and I didn’t want anyone who didn’t want me.”

“Oh, Jess,” he said in a sad voice. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

I reached up to the dark stubble that defined the handsome features of his perfect face, “Let’s keep the past in the past.”

Everything but the ship slowly swaying in the choppy waves seemed to have stopped. Cameron’s eyes were so piercing that my breath hitched in response to his expression.

“Until yesterday, I didn’t realize that I’d been chasing selfish desires that would never fulfill me,” he said, his thumb coming up to trace over my bottom lip. “I’ve never loved anything more than I’ve loved you, Jessa.”

“Prove it,” I said boldly.

His hands came up and rested on each side of my jaw, and his thumbs gently caressed my cheekbones while my heart kept a cool, steady rhythm. Thank God because I was scared for a moment that my nerves would completely ruin things.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion, though the energy between us in this room was far from that.

Cam’s lips were on mine, and chills covered my entire body when our lips touched.

In hunger, I pulled his bottom lip between mine, his arms pulling me closer. Cam tasted as good as he looked, but he was not the wild man from my youth. He stood as still as a statue, allowing my lips to move from his and run along his neatly trimmed beard. I ran my hands around his taut waist and along his back, wanting more of him.

“I want you, Cam,” I softly whispered when my lips reached his ear.

“I love you,” was all he said, and then I was pulled into his arms, and his kiss became consuming.

This kiss was raw and explosive, and it awoke sensations I hadn’t felt in my body for far too long. Years ago, I figured my sex drive had abandoned my ass for good. It may have. I knew now that it was back in full force, responding to this specimen of a man I’d missed desperately.

Our tongues met with fervent purpose, reuniting in a way that made me acknowledge how long it’d been since I’d been kissed like this as if he were memorizing me, and I found myself needing air.

I pulled my mouth from his, inhaling his masculine scent deeply and filling my lungs with oxygen. Cam seized the opportunity to bring me back into his arms and lay me gently on the large bed.

He moved his body gently to cover mine, and while I searched for air, feeling overwhelmed by sensuality, his hands carefully removed my shirt.

Thank God I wore the lace bra, I thought with sudden insecurity.

I’d long had stretch marks and hadn’t made it to a gym in the past decade, which made me twinge with insecurity, knowing I was not the perfectly toned twenty-something girl he knew intimately so long ago. I even had the incision from the C-section to prove it. I didn’t like to think of myself as insecure, but I was human, and the thought of being compared to my younger self was starting to freak me out.

“Jess?” he questioned. He sensed my brief disconnection, and he looked at me with curiosity.

I reflexively made an X with my arms over my chest, hiding my saggier-than-he-remembered breasts. A lot had changed in my body since I’d had our son, and I was ashamed that I didn’t have the confidence not to care.

Cameron seemed to have read my mind, and with a gentle smile, he moved one of my arms from covering myself.

He removed my other hand and smoothed his thumb over my nipple, hardening it. I watched as he licked his lips, his eyes studying my hard nipple, then he gently placed a kiss on it through my bra. Finally, his lips gently glided over my bra and across my chest to my other nipple.

After placing a tender kiss on it, he smiled at me, “You do not need to hide your body from me, baby,” he said in a low voice. “You are perfect in every way.”

I licked my dry lips and smiled. I didn’t know what to say, and the pulsating situation between my legs made me not want to say anything that might end this.

Cameron’s lips returned to my neck, and I relaxed beneath him again. All it took was Cameron’s lips to run down the center of my neck in hunger to let the ecstasy take over.

Cameron’s hands went possessively up my arms, bringing them up and into the pillows above my head. He settled his body between my legs, and I felt his hard cock against my aching sensitive parts. I softly moaned as Cameron’s lips moved down the center of my chest.

His kisses became greedier as his lips claimed my body, blazing a fiery trail down to my abdomen.

His lips reached my incision scar. “Fucking perfection. God, I love you,” he whispered, his hot breath kindling the fire his tongue created while tasting my body.

All I could do was moan and writhe beneath the man as he confirmed that no matter what changes my body had gone through over the years, he still craved me as he once did.

My legs fell open as my ass pressed into the bed, my stomach arching up, my entire body wanting more of this.

All the dormant sexual energy was returning to life in me at full speed, and it felt like I could orgasm without help.

Cameron gently removed my panties, then his mouth went to my inner thigh, prompting a slight current to jolt inside me in anticipation of what he was building up in me.

I moaned softly, and Cam took that as permission to cover my clit with his mouth.

Holy fuck! It was so sensitive that one would think I’d never experienced this before. I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip while Cameron’s mouth and teeth gently worked the sensitive area between my legs.

I was dripping wet and coming undone as Cameron satiated his hunger.

I need him inside me, I thought, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of his thick black hair.

Cameron groaned and the subtle vibration escaping the man’s mouth covering my pussy sent me over the edge.

My heels dug into the surface of the bed while my hips moved off the bed in pleasure. Cameron’s tongue moved away from my clit and into my opening. I gripped the comforter of the bed, holding on for dear life while Cameron slid his tongue in and out of my sex.

I hadn’t come like that ever.

Once the violent ripples of my orgasm subsided, I reached for his head and forced his eyes to meet mine.

“I need you inside me,” I nearly growled.

Cameron and I smiled at each other. Our souls had been apart too long and were finally reunited as they should be. This was my man; this is what I’d needed, this closeness and security.

I felt loved, beautiful, and glorious, and it wasn’t just from the orgasm. It was because I felt treasured.

Without another word, Cameron’s body was now covering mine. I braced myself, knowing this was just the start of a new beginning with the man I loved so desperately.