on the right side. “Youre so beautiful.
“Lets go to bed, Cam said
thickly.
Blair rose, her nipples tight beneath the T-shirt she had worn to bed.
“Come on, Im not done yet. She took Cams hand and led her into the
bedroom. “Lie on your stomach and get comfortable.
Cam complied, pil owing her head on her folded arms. When Blair knelt
next to her, she said, “Arent you get ing undressed?
“Not just yet. Blair decided it was safer if she kept her T-shirt and
panties on. Although her only intention was to help Cam relax, she
became aroused any time she touched her, for any reason. Starting at
the back of Cams neck, she worked her way down, pausing when she
found the clusters of knot ed muscles along the way and gently
massaging them until they softened.
“Jesus, Cam mut ered at one point, “that feels
great.
Blair smiled. “Good. Now turn
over.
Cam careful y flipped over. Her limbs felt loose, her mind more than a
lit le hazy. She was also wet. Blair knelt beside her in a short T-shirt
and skimpy panties, her hair down, her face void of any makeup. Her
ful breasts pressed against the thin cot on as she leaned forward, her
hard nipples clearly visible. Cam swept her hand up Blairs side and
cupped her breast.
“Stop that, Blair protested with more determination than
she felt.
“I want to touch you, Cam
murmured.
“Tonight is for you. Just
relax.
Cam sighed but she felt so good she couldnt argue. She moved her
hand to
Blairs side and left it there as Blair
worked.
Staying away from the bruise on Cams right shoulder, Blair circled her
thumbs along the muscles under her col arbone. Cam had a warriors
bodyher sleek muscles long and tight, her breasts smal and round. Her
nipples were neat pink circles, as compact and hard as the rest of her
body. Scars marked her chest and thighthe gunshot wounds she had
earned in bat le. “I love you very much.
“Makes al the dif erence, Cam
whispered.
Blair smiled. “I know. She stroked Cams stomach, then worked her way
down the front of Cams legs. As she slowly skimmed her fingers along
the insides of Cams thighs, she felt a dif erent kind of tension infuse
her lovers body. She leaned down and kissed Cams stomach, then
rubbed her mouth over Cams navel. “Feel good?
Cam twisted her fingers in Blairs hair. She was so relaxed she could
barely move, but every nerve was singing with arousal. “Not even
close.
“That bad, huh? Blair stretched out along Cams uninjured side,
resting her
cheek in the center of Cams stomach. She drew one leg up over
Cams and nestled her sex against Cams calf. “If you promise to lie stil ,
Il see if I can make you feel better.
“Youre hot, Cam whispered, drawing strands of Blairs hair through her
fingers. “I can feel how hot you are against my leg.
“I am, Blair said, smoothing a fingertip up and down the cleft between
Cams thighs. “Im very hot. And wet. Thats what happens when I touch
you.
Cam groaned softly. “Seems the same thing happens
to me.
“Oh
yeah?
“See for yourself, Cam whispered, her fingers trembling as she caressed
Blairs face.
“I love this, Blair said. “I love you. Now dont
move.
Cam closed her eyes as Blair softly, ever so softly, massaged her
clitoris until she climaxed. Blair moaned quietly, her mouth against
Cams stomach, her legs shaking as she rubbed against Cams leg until
she came.
“I didnt know it was possible to come without moving a
muscle, Cam murmured, the last tendrils of tension bleeding away.
“Jesus, I couldnt get up now if I had to.
“Good, Blair said lazily, turning on her back so she could reach the lamp
to turn it of . She found the sheet and pul ed it over them. “Because Im
not let ing you get up. Maybe not for a couple of days. She turned
on her side again and wrapped an arm around Cams middle. “Im so
glad youre here.
Cam stroked Blairs hair and held her tightly. “I need to be here. I
need you.
“Im here. Go to sleep now,
darling.
Morning would come soon enough, and when it did, the hunt would begin
again. But for now, Cam accepted the peace that only Blair could bring
her, and slept.
Chapter Fourteen
Thursda
y
M atheson smiled at the man who joined him on the steps of the
Lincoln Memorial. He was much younger, a stocky redhead in neatly
pressed work pants and a brown leather bomber jacket with an
American flag patch stitched onto the sleeve. They shook hands and
moved of to one side of the rotunda as a maintenance worker began
polishing the stone floor with an electric buf er. The noise made
conversation dif icult, but it also provided excel ent cover.
“How are things at the new compound, Colonel? Matheson asked his
freshly- promoted second-in-command.
“The men have nearly finished the
barracks, sir.
