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And now Cam was being cruel, taunting her. After he’d kissed her last night, like she meant something to him.

He still made fun of her.

“You didn’t have to. It was pretty obvious, what with the way you were always there, like a little pest. Giving me

those puppy dog eyes all the time. Like you’re doing right now.”

An icy cold calm settled over her, bringing everything into sharp focus. Cameron McKenzie was an idiot. A handsome, sexy jackass who wouldn’t know a good woman if she stood in front of him and hit him over the head…

Chloe cracked open her eyes, immediately shutting them against the bright sunlight. She slung an arm across her face, exhaustion settling over her despite how late in the morning it was already.

The dream lingered, filling her with worry. It had seemed so real. The irritated maliciousness in Cam’s tone, the words he’d said…

Why would she dream about something so awful?

Next to her, Cameron stirred, his back to her. She smiled, reached out, and trailed her fingers down the smooth expanse. His skin was warm, firm, all those beautiful muscles utterly, completely relaxed.

She’d done that for him. Relaxed him. Satisfied him. And he’d done that for her and more.

Sighing, she went to him, slid her arm around his middle and pressed her cheek against his back. They’d made love three times and she was so tired. Blissfully, deliciously tired. She never believed this could happen, never in her childish, teenage dreams that she’d have Cam in her bed.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re in the mood again?” His sleep-roughened voice slid over her, making her melt. “You’re insatiable, woman.”

“Mmm, just wanting to snuggle, that’s all.” She brushed her hand down his flat stomach. Lower, lower still until he stopped her, his fingers locked around her wrist. “You’re no fun.” She pouted.

He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to the bed so fast she burst out laughing. “Someone has quick reflexes,” she murmured, yanking her hand from his grip so she could drift her fingers down his hard chest, tangling in the soft hair that grew there.

“You want fun? I’ll give you fun.” He kissed her, stole her breath, stole her thoughts and when he finally came up for air, the cocky smile he wore said it all. “You like that?”

It was scary, how easily she could get used to this. Waking up with Cam, laughing with him, having him naked and in her bed all the time. Whenever she wanted. “Yes,” she whispered.

He lowered onto her, his big, strong body covering her completely, pressing her into the mattress. “You want more?” His mouth whispered over hers, his hands buried in her hair, keeping her in place.

She nodded, opened up to him when he deepened the kiss. God, she could drown in him. Just like that her skin heated, her body softened, dampened for him. She spread her legs, his hips nestled close to hers and she tilted her head back, moaned when he licked his way down her throat.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, kissing her again. “We’re gonna have to make a run for the store to replenish our condom supply soon if we keep this up.”

Chloe pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “I refuse to buy condoms at Hillside. Everyone will know what we’re doing.”

“So?” He brushed the hair out of her eyes, away from her face. His green gaze was dark, fathomless.

Her breath caught in her throat. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“They all know.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “And if they don’t, they’ll figure it out when they see I can’t keep my hands off you.”

They stared at each other, didn’t say a word, the moment charged with…a strange tension, fraught with emotion. So much left unsaid, and she wished he would finally open up to her completely. She savored every little truth he’d given her, but she wanted more.

She wanted it all.

The doorbell sounded, startling them both, and she blinked up at him, completely frozen.

“Who the hell could that be?” he whispered.

Chloe shook her head. “I—I don’t know.”

“Hmm.” He kissed her for long, delicious seconds. “Maybe if we don’t answer, he or she will go away.”

“What if it’s Jane looking for you?”


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