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lips softly with the hot, crisp coating. “Now you want it?”
    Cami reached for his wrist and tried circling it with her fingers, but her hands were too small. She grinned up at him—the first time she’d smiled since their feeding foreplay began.
    “I want it,” she said, her eyes flickering to his with hunger and something that looked a lot like lust.
    “You can have it,” he said, and offered her the Tater Tot, but she shook her head.
    Surprised, he tried to draw his hand back, but Cami kept her grip on his wrist, then gave him a coy smile and parted her lips. Touching her tongue to his fingertip, she slowly drew his index finger deep into her mouth.
    Paul gasped as Cami ran her tongue along the underside of his finger, making him mindless with gentle sucking pressure of the most exquisite mouth he’d ever experienced.
    When she pulled back at last, they were both breathing heavy.
    “More,” Cami said, and lunged for him.

Chapter Three
    Cami wasn’t sure what got into her, but it was more than just the Tater Tots. As her lips found Paul’s, she felt a surge of something that went way beyond food lust.
    She wanted him. Badly.
    Solid as he was, she was surprised to feel him stagger backward when she threw herself against him.
    “Ooof!” he said as Cami pushed him into the counter. He smiled against her mouth. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
    Cami felt a flicker of insecurity—had she gone too far?—but Paul didn’t give her a chance to go down that path.
    “I love surprises,” he said, and kissed her hard.
    “Good,” Cami said, and kissed him back.
    His mouth was hot against hers, and he tasted like salt and cinnamon gum. She’d expected his beard to prickle, but it was surprisingly soft against her lips. She rubbed her cheek on his, enjoying the pleasant tickle.
    Paul slid his hands up her bare arms and lingered there on her biceps for a few beats, his fingers stroking her heated flesh. Then he moved his hands around her back, engulfing her in the biggest, warmest embrace she’d ever known.
    She broke the kiss and wriggled against him, savoring every point where their bodies touched. Her nose fit perfectly in the hollow of his chest, and she buried her face there and breathed him in.
    “You smell like river water,” she murmured.
    “You smell like Tater Tots.”
    She grinned against his T-shirt. “My two favorite smells in the whole world.”
    “Maybe we can market it as a men’s cologne.”
    Cami tipped her head back, the urge to kiss him again stronger than her urge to nuzzle her face against his chest. Paul needed no further prompting and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her again, more slowly this time. His tongue found hers, and Cami sighed with delight as he pressed his hand into the small of her back. She arched against him, her pelvis grinding against his thigh.
    Paul kept his mouth on hers, placing a trail of kisses across her chin, down her throat, and into the warm hollow beneath her ear. Cami whimpered and threaded her fingers through his hair, feeling breathless and dizzy. A tiny part of her urged her to smooth the front of her shirt, thank him for stopping by, and usher him out before he had a chance to realize she wasn’t his kind of girl.
    Most of her wanted to fuck Paul Hammond on the kitchen counter.
    I’m going with that , she thought, and glanced behind her to assess whether the countertop was the appropriate height. If she pushed the coffeemaker off to the side and scooted the knife block—
    “Your sister has your dimples,” Paul said.
    Cami turned back, baffled. “I’m sorry?”
    Paul nodded toward the refrigerator, and Cami followed his eyes to the photograph posted beside it.
    A bucket of ice water splashed across her libido.
    “You two look so much alike,” Paul said. “Of course, it’s obvious you got the better genes. Does that annoy her?”
    There was a roaring in Cami’s ears, and she gripped the edge of the counter to keep herself upright. The