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estimation of her strength than she did, but he had her fear pegged exactly. “Please,” she whispered, “stop it.”
    She closed her eyes and actually felt his body against her, his breath wafting the hair at her temples. “All right, baby. For now.”
    He’d agreed, but the ache wouldn’t go away. “Touch me tonight, Cameron. Like you did in the Dodge Ram.”
    She could still feel the lingering impressions. She loved the dreams he gave her, yet in the morning, she knew that’s all they were. Just dreams. She knew deep inside, in the pit where her deepest fears resided, that he was right; they couldn’t go on this way forever. But for this moment, she didn’t want to think about that. She needed him now. Badly.
    “Take off your clothes. Lie on the bed.” She felt his voice almost like a physical touch.
    As if her hands weren’t a part of her own body, her fingers tugged the hem of her turtleneck from her waistband. As she pulled it up, her blunt nails brushed across her abdomen and her breasts in the thin bra, abraded her nipples. They sprang to life. With their beading came a gentle rush of moisture between her legs.
    Her slacks went the way of her turtleneck, thrown across the room. Then her panties. She crawled beneath the covers of her twin-size bed and pulled them to her chin. Outside the window, the little buzzard mewled amongst the branches.
    Max closed her eyes. As long as she kept them closed, as long as she concentrated, she could feel Cameron, actually experience his touch. She stretched, intensifying the need humming in her center. Drawing one leg up, she let it fall to the side, opening herself to Cameron, opening her mind to his.
    She felt the brush of his tongue against one nipple, a slight pinch on the other.
    “Oh, baby, you taste so good.”
    She arched her back, moaned, and held his head against her breast while he sucked. The sensation shot all the way down to her clitoris. Then he was there, right where she needed him, entering her with two fingers.
    “God, I love it when you get so wet for me.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb against the sensitive button.
    Her hips moved into the touch. She bit her lip and rotated to increase the pressure.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. I want you to come.”
    “Not yet,” she murmured, then thrashed her head on the pillow. “I want you inside me.”
    “First, I want to taste you.”
    The brush of flesh on flesh started with the tips of her breasts then continued down the length of her arms, moved to graze her belly, then finally the thatch of hair between her legs. His tongue, moist and warm, glided over her, parting her, seeking the burgeoning clitoris. He sucked, drew back for a quick swipe, delved for deep penetration, then returned to lave her with her own wetness. Parting her legs, she reached to hold him close against her. She ran her fingertips around the shell of his ears, glided over the thinning hair at the back of his head, then raised herself to knead his shoulders.
    Smooth skin met her touch. The slight tang of a recently smoked cigarette tickled her nose, underlined with a musk that was uniquely Cameron.
    Orgasm tingled just on the horizon.
    “Now, Cameron. Please, now. I want to come with you inside me.”
    He grabbed her hips with hard, bruising fingers and entered her with a deep thrust. The bed creaked and rocked beneath them as he pumped. She buried her nose against the rough hair of his chest, felt it scrape her cheeks as she turned to the side to snag a breath.
    “God. Oh my God.” Tension built inside her, leaked from her mouth in a low moan. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as his body pelted her, the ridge of his pelvic bone rasping against her clitoris. His groan filled her ears, as did his words.
    “God, I love you, Max. I’ll always love you. No matter what.”
    Letting go of him, she reached above her head and clung to the wooden slats of the headboard. Clutching with a near frantic grip, she arched,