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He grinned and kissed her on the lips before he released her and opened the nightstand drawer. Quickly, he found the foilpacket and ripped it open. He stretched the condom over his penis.

There would be no unwanted pregnancies between them. He would never try to trap her because he wanted her voluntary commitment to him. To loving him, pleasing him, searing him with her touch forever. He wanted more than tonight. He wanted forever.

Shoving him back on the mattress, she climbed on top of him and lowered her body over him. Gripping her shoulders, he watched the emotions on her face as he filled her. With a sigh, she sank all the way down and his hands moved to her waist.

Slowly they began the dance of love. The dance of giving one another pleasure.

“Look at me, Sam,” he said and she opened her dark eyes glazed with passion. “I want to gaze into your soul. I want to promise you happiness as we come together.”

A moan came from deep inside her chest and he said everything with his eyes that he couldn’t say just yet. Not until the business of the Mistletoe Inn and Ranch was behind them. Then he would offer her forever.

“Cameron,” she cried and he reached up to her breasts and teased her nipples, feeling the hard little nubs.

“Yes, baby,” he said. “I’m here.”

“Oh,” she cried again. “I can’t hold back.”

“It’s all right. I’m right there with you,” he said.

Staring into her gaze, he exploded inside her as her own climax ripped through her.

“Cameron,” she screamed.

With a mighty slam, he ground into her one last time as she collapsed on top of him, her heart pounding against his chest.

For several minutes, they didn’t move, and then he pulled out of her and rolled her to the side, spooning her. Lying theretogether, catching their breaths, their hearts slowly returned to earth.

“Sam,” he said, whispering her name against her ear. “Thank you.”

When she didn’t respond, he figured she’d fallen asleep. Pulling the covers over them, he let her rest. The last few days had been harrowing and she needed to sleep. Tomorrow they would have a serious discussion that he hoped would put an end to the nonsense her brother had created.

CHAPTER 17

Samantha stirred and rolled against a hard male body. Her eyes popped open and she gasped as she realized where she was. The night before came flooding back to her senses and she bit her lip.

What the hell was she thinking? Or maybe that was the problem, she hadn’t been. Gazing at the man, she realized how much she cared for him even though he was going to buy their ranch.

Last night, he’d confessed and asked that she help him. It had been a night they both wanted each other, and yet the Mistletoe Inn and Ranch stood between them. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had to leave.

Her flight left in four hours and she had to get back to Dallas, turn the rental car, in and get on that flight back home. She didn’t know how much time she had left at the ranch, but she wanted to spend every moment she could there.

And besides, Christmas was only a few days away. Their last Christmas in their home.

Rising from the bed, she quickly dressed and found her purse.

Cameron lay sleeping looking so peaceful and yet she felt so torn. Maybe she should wake him and let him know she was leaving. He’d promised her that tomorrow they would fix everything.

But she wasn’t a charity case and he intended to purchase their family home. Feelings of rage overrode the part of her that told her she should be happy that he was getting her family’s land.

How could she live there knowing he owned it and that she loved him so very much? They’d not spoken of love or anything else and she could not continue to sleep with her new boss.

The very thought had her chest aching. If only they had met some other way. But not like this. She couldn’t confess her love to the man who would soon own her family heritage.

With a sigh, she turned to the door and then tiptoed down the hall.

“Why are you leaving, girl?”

Whirling around, she saw the apparition standing in the hallway gazing at her.

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