Down London Road

his head came up, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. They flashed at the expression on my face.
    He pinned me against the mirror, one hand flat above mine while the other cradled my hip.
    He glided into me with a stifled grunt and I swallowed my gasp. As he began to move, I pushed back against his slow thrusts, and our eyes stayed connected in the mirror as he fucked me.
    As the tension began to build inside me, Cam grasped my hips, his cock so deep inside me it was almost painful. Abruptly he lowered himself to his knees, pulling me down with him. Poised over his lap, my hand still pressed to the mirror, his hands caressing my breasts, I began to move against his strokes. I felt his cheek against my back as we chased climax, my orgasm spurred on by the low, needy, guttural noises he was making in the back of his throat.
    Sensing that I was about to come, Cam drew up behind me, his hand moving from my breast to cover my mouth. The tight heat cocooning my skin and muscles combusted and I exploded around him, my cry of release muffled against his palm.
    Cam followed me to release seconds later, my eyes watching him in the mirror as he stiffened, the muscles in his neck straining. His mouth opened in a silent groan as his hips jerked against my ass and he came, the warm heat of his release flooding me.
    ‘Fuck,’ he whispered, resting his head against mine.
    ‘Um, everything all right in there?’ the shop assistantcalled loudly. Her sudden interruption filtered through the curtain, so close that we tensed against one another.
    Oh, my holy hell! I’d forgotten where we were. ‘Yes,’ I answered, my voice breaking with postcoital exhaustion and embarrassment that I’d got so lost in this man I’d forgotten we were screwing each other on the floor of a changing room.
    ‘Do you need me to fetch another size, or is the dress okay?’
    Go away!
My wide eyes met Cameron’s in the mirror and he gave me no indication of what I should do. He was still inside me, for Christ’s sake. I almost laughed at that and glanced back at the curtain. ‘Everything’s great. In fact … it’s a perfect fit.’
    At the innuendo, Cameron collapsed against my back, his laughter muffled in my hair, his shoulders shaking with amusement. It also caused him to jostle inside me, setting off little aftershocks of lust.
    ‘Okay …’ Her voice trailed off as she wandered away from the curtain.
    ‘Do you think they heard us?’
    He gave a low bark of laughter. ‘I don’t give a shit.’
    And he meant it.
    With tender gentleness, he eased out of me and helped me to my feet. Hands cupping my cheeks, he drew me against him for a languorous, sensual kiss that made my chest ache with emotion.
    I love you
.
    I cleared the thought from my eyes as Cam pulled back to gaze at me.
    ‘Luckily we finally chose a dress because there’s no way I can try anything else on before I have a shower.’
    Something darkly sexual heated in his eyes and I knew he was thinking it was hot that I had to walk home with his sweat on me and his seed inside me.
    ‘Joss is right,’ I murmured. ‘You’re all cavemen.’
    Cam didn’t take offence at that. Instead he took his time helping me dress, his knuckles brushing all my sensitive bits until I had to slap his hand away so I could get dressed without wanting to maul him again.
    My cheeks were blazing as I handed the dresses I didn’t want back to the suspicious sales assistant. I couldn’t look at Cam because every time I did he shot me a wicked grin that made me want to giggle with equal parts exhilaration and mortification. As soon as we stumbled out of the store with my new dress, I fell against Cam’s side, laughing hard as he wrapped his arm around me.
    ‘I can’t believe we did that,’ I breathed.
    ‘Aye, can’t say I’ve done that before.’
    ‘You better not tell Nate and Peetie.’ My warning didn’t hold much of an impact since I was still grinning like a fool.
    ‘Why not? That’s a bloody good sex story.’
    My cheeks warmed again and Cam laughed, snuggling me against his chest as I giggled. I was so caught up in happy la-la land with him that what happened in the next few moments was even more of a crashing, cold bump back to earth.
    Cam stopped abruptly and I grabbed him to keep my balance, my head pulling back to study his face. The colour had leached from it and his eyes were wide with uttershock. ‘Cam?’ I whispered, feeling something hard begin to form in my stomach. I