"Yeah. You're welcome." I pulled the towel off, tossed it on the counter. Her eyes were laughing as she glanced down at me. "Got anything else to teach me, professor?" she teased. Her sleeve had slipped again, exposing her shoulder, but a lock of her hair slid forward when she moved, covering it from my sight. I wanted to bite it. "Say professor again and I will." Her laugh caught in her throat as my hands slid under her bathrobe. Her eyes were huge on my face as I stroked her thighs, opened them wider. She released me so she could grip the sides of the counter. When she arched her back, I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth. Her body was already anticipating what was to come. "You feeling better today, Kara?" Her lips parted, eyes falling closed as I pressed my fingers higher, closer. She nodded slowly but kept her eyes closed. "Y-yes." "I like my mornings better when you're here," I whispered, lightly rubbing my knuckle between her legs. I heard her little gasp. "How does that feel?" I licked my lips, anticipating her flavor, her texture. I rubbed her again, this time with the pads of my fingers. She bit her lip, whimpering. "G-good." "Yeah?" "Cameron. Whatever you're doing, don't...don't stop." I slid a finger inside her. Fuck. She was soft as silk, and wet. So fucking wet. She moaned. A sexy sound. I wanted to touch her everywhere, yank her against me and feast on her. Lose myself inside her, but I told myself to slow down. She wasn't ready, not yet, and I wanted to be gentle as much as I could, wanted to give her pleasure until her body was ready for more. Wild for more. "You're so tight." I stroked her gently, watching her face. One finger, two. "Don't close your eyes. Keep them on me. You like my fingers inside you?" Her cheeks were pink. She nodded, whimpering, but didn't open her eyes. She was biting her lip so hard. I lifted my other hand, pressed my thumb on her lip to stop her, pressed it inside her mouth so she could bite me instead. She did. "Cam. More. I want..." "Yeah. Take more. Damn. You're sopping wet." Her hips moved faster, pushing into my hand. I craved this moment with her, would never forget it. "Kara." Unable to help myself, I stood, kicked the barstool back with my foot. I barely registered the sound of it falling as I untied her bathrobe, feasted my eyes on her naked body. I tugged my finger from her mouth, ran my palm on her neck, between her breasts, her stomach before I bent my head and took her breast in my mouth and sucked. When her hand wrapped around me against my pants, I closed my eyes and groaned, pressed her palm there, harder, rubbed against it, growled how fucking good that felt. "No. Not yet," I grunted, drawing up her hand and placing it against my chest. "This is for you." "But I want to—" "Shh. Trust me." I licked her other breast. "Not yet." I fisted my hand in her hair, pulled it back and devoured her lips. She had become my benediction, my punishment, my freedom, my chains. I wanted all of it. There was a constant heat between us that was undeniable, but more than that was something deeper. More meaningful. She meant more to me than anyone that had come in my life. How did that happen so fast? I released her hair, sliding my hand at the back of her neck, sucking on her jaw, biting her shoulder, then licked my way up to her lips so I could kiss her again and again. When she opened her eyes, it hit me. She was meant for me. I didn't believe in fate. It was an excuse that weak people use when they lose their grasp on the very thing they are desperate to keep. But...how do I explain Kara and what I felt for her? Her grip on me was so powerful that I was helpless. I had become hers the moment she had laid eyes on me. She wasn't in my plans, but nothing would ever be the same now if she left. I moved my fingers faster, then lightly pressed my thumb, just a whisper of touch on the tight bundle of nerves where I knew would give her release. "Cameron, Cameron, Cameron." She was shaking, desperately clutching my forearms as her hips pumped wildly in time with my fingers. Suddenly her eyes widened, her breaths choppy and fast until she was crying out. I pressed my lips to hers, swallowing her cries. She collapsed in my arms, spent. I pulled my hand away, wiping her wetness on my pants before I slid my arm under her legs, the other on her back as I lifted her. Maybe I had become weak, I thought, thinking of fate, because with her I had no control of anything. I had given it up. But the strange thing was I didn't feel weak. I felt stronger. I could build and destroy anything as long as she was with me. The moment I saw Kara nothing was the same. She hadn't changed my world. She did a demolition on it. And built something precious to me. "Cam?" "Yeah?" Her eyes filled with languid laughter. "Professor." I laughed. Damn. I'm fucking crazy about her. **