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me while you come."
    That was all she needed to topple over the edge. The orgasm washed through her in huge waves, nearly drowning her. It went on and on with Cam's assistance. He knew a woman's body, knew when to press on and when to lighten up. And all the while, she stared into his eyes, lost in the intensity of his gaze.
    Finally the waves receded, leaving delightful little ripples behind. Cam gave her an arrogant I'm the man grin. She couldn't blame him. After the way he'd made her come, he was the man.
    "You like that?" he asked, his chest expanding with masculine pride.
    Like was an understatement, but he knew that. "Yeah." Then, just to keep him from getting too full of himself, she added "It was all right."
    She laughed when he twisted his mouth in an exaggerated scowl, playing at being insulted. "All right? Woman, I rocked your world."
    He swooped down for a kiss, mashing their mouths together, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. "Admit it," he muttered against her teeth.
    Layla laughed and squirmed while they tussled, making a mess of the bedclothes. "It was okay."
    "No. Say it. Come on. The earth moved. A ten on the Richter scale."
    "Ehh…" She waved her hand side to side in a so-so motion.
    "Say it…" He kissed her so possessively she lost her breath.
    "Yes." She sighed when he finally broke away. "Yes, all right. You rocked my world."
    "Hah. Knew it." He grinned down at her, straddling her hips. "Well, we're just getting started, baby."
    A shock of excitement jolted her as he slid off the bed to stand and unzip his pants. He stopped as she stared at him, gape-mouthed. Part of her still couldn't believe this was really happening.
    "What's up?" he asked. "Don't want to get naked?" He shrugged. "That works, too. Pretty hot, in fact."
    It was hot, picturing them going at it half-dressed with panties and underwear pulled down just far enough to get the job done. The mental image had her momentarily transfixed. But when Cam was about to climb back onto the bed, she stopped him.
    "No." No way was she going to miss the chance to see him naked. Her mouth watered at the very thought. "Take off those pants."
    Again he gave her that sexy half smile. Oh, he was a devil. And she was the luckiest girl on the planet.
    Cam shucked off his pants, removing something from the pocket while Layla unhooked her bra and flung it away. Where it landed, she didn't know, didn't care. Then came the skirt. She tugged it down her legs and kicked it off. Then she stopped as she caught a glimpse of Cam standing there in his dark gray boxer briefs, stroking the huge bulge distending the front.
    Holy shit.
    "See anything you like?" His voice was whiskey smooth.
    "Come over here." She hardly recognized her own voice, so deep and smoky.
    He took one step, two, then stopped to stand at the side of the bed. Teasing her.
    Layla crawled to the edge of the mattress and looked up at him. He gazed at her, simply waiting for what she might do next.
    What she did was go for it. Hooking her fingers in his waistband, she pulled the briefs over and down, freeing his raging cock in all its glory. It felt hard in her grasp, hot on her skin when she brushed her cheek against it.
    She lightly kissed the tip, moist with precum. She glanced up hesitantly, not quite ready to do more, wondering if he expected it.
    His face was flushed, his pupils large and black. "Lie back," he rasped.
    She scooted back on the bed. Cam placed a couple of packets on the nightstand, then just stood, staring down at her. He set his knee on the mattress and slid in beside Layla. He hooked his finger in the elastic of her panties. "I think we can dispense with these."
    He pulled the scrap of fabric down her hips, and she wriggled out of it the rest of the way. Her heart thudded as Cam kissed her. She rolled to her back, tried pulling him on top of her. He didn't budge.
    She blinked. They were both naked, ready for each other. What was he waiting for?
    He grasped her by the waist