Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    Camille laughed aloud she was nervous and a little scared. I hope he stays put and finishes his vacation; I will be fine she said her voice a little shaky. Dillon put his hand over hers and their gazes locked. Your damn right you will, he said. The heat from his hand had her whole arm on fire. She could only imagine what it would be like having his hands all over her body.
    He stood up and reached for her hand. “Come on let’s get you upstairs so you can take a nap, you must be tired.” She was tired she thought to herself, she was tired of wishing for something she could never have but in the last couple of days, she had begun to re-think things. Dillon hadn’t left her side the whole time she had been in the hospital. He watched TV with her and eat with her. She was going to hate it when it was time to go back to her life. This was the most time she had ever spent with Dillon alone and she wanted more. She had to snap out of it, it wasn’t likely that she would get what she really wanted.
    Dillon led her upstairs and into a large master bedroom, she knew it was his. There was a large four-poster bed with a handmade quilt on it. Walking over to the bed, Camille ran her hand along the quilt. It felt soft and comfortable from years of wear. She turned to look at him; it’s made of old clothing. It was more of a statement than a question. Dillon nodded. “Yeah my mom made it for me about a year before she died. She saved every piece of clothing I ever had.” Camille reached out and touched Dillon’s arm. She was a very special woman; I wish I could remember her she said.  He just reached out and cradled her face in his hand; her skin was like the softest silk. “How could you, I was nine and you were one. Sometimes I don’t remember her myself.”  He dropped his hand and stepped back. You get some rest, I’ll be downstairs in my office he said his voice sounding huskier than usual. That was the most he had ever said about his mother. Camille knew it wasn’t a subject he liked discussing. What she knew about his mother was from the way people talked about her. She was loved by everyone all over town and people still remembered her.
    He needed to get some distance, clear his head because at the rate he was going his self-control would be gone in no time. Camille stood on tip-toe and touched her lips to his; he didn’t pull away, so she deepened the kiss. She felt his arm go around her waist as he gently pulled her closer. She was not sure what she was doing, the only thing she was sure of was she wanted him anyway she could have him. Even though her side hurt like hell there was no way she was going to stop.
    The kiss surprised Dillon, he felt her hesitation at first and then she became bolder. He needed to stop before things got out of hand, but she tasted so sweet and when he felt her tongue in his month, he couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to. Camille tugged at his hair trying desperately to get closer to him. Finally, Dillon gained some control and broke the kiss; her groan was the only sign of her displeasure. When he looked at her face, she astounded him with her beauty. Her kiss swollen lips, and the desire he could clearly see in her big brown eyes, was enough to bring any man to his knees. Even one as jaded as him.
    “What was that Cam? She moved to put some distance between them. I want you she said barely above a whisper she was not looking at him, her heart raced and she felt light headed, she was actually saying out loud what she had only dreamed about. She was holding her breath she had to tell herself to breath or she was going to pass out.
    He moved in closer, turning her around and placing his finger under her chin, lifting her face up. He needed to see her face; he needed to know what she was thinking. “Cam, where is this coming from?  She had waited for this since she was sixteen years old. She knew how Dillon felt about commitment and love she also knew about his