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“Sam,” he moaned. “If you don’t stop…you have way too many clothes on.”

He pulled her up and reached for the button on her jeans. “We should talk before we do this.”

There was nothing to say to one another that their bodies couldn’t communicate.

“Are you married?” she asked.

“No,” he hissed as he unzipped her jeans and pushed them to the floor. She stepped out of them.

“Do you have a sexually transmitted disease?”

“Of course not,” he said glaring at her.

His fingers slid inside her panties, right to the folds between her legs.

She gasped when he touched her.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

“Shut up and make me forget about everything but you and me,” she replied.

A chuckle escaped him. “You’re a greedy wench.”

“No, I want you,” she whispered as she moved between his legs.

He pulled her down onto the bed with him, flesh against flesh. Desire flooded her like a summer thunderstorm, fast and hot. The little cabin was being battered by the storm outside, but inside, the wood stove had heated the room and the passion between them was creating an inferno.

For a moment, they stared at one another, and then his mouth skimmed over hers before his lips went lower. Samantha’s mind halted as the feelings he was evoking washed over her, and she reveled in the sensations. Cameron’s scent wrapped her like a tantalizing piece of chocolate.

The desire she felt for this man was staggering.

What was she doing? And yet she would never stop him. This was what she needed to soothe the ache in her heart. The fear in her chest and the pain she would have to endure if they lost the ranch.

Tonight was about her. No one else, nothing else, only her. And she damn well deserved this one moment of pure happiness.

When his tongue swept across her breast, she arched her back in a fevered response. Heat blazed from her breasts to her belly, leaving her wanting and needy. Urgent to touch him, eager to feel him, she ran her fingertips down his face in a caress.

Now was the time to let herself feel the passion this man aroused in her body. Now was the time to push all thoughts from her head and just experience feeling. Forget everything but what the two of them were creating.

Flicking his tongue across her nipple, he moved farther down the bed, his mouth trailing kisses. His hands reached for her knees as he spread her legs, opening her for him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as his tongue delved between her legs.

“Oh,” she cried as she arched off the bed gripping the blanket as his mouth teased her. This man intrigued her as he humbled himself between her legs, lovingly licking her inner folds, teasing, sending fire spiraling through her.

Unable to stop herself, she gripped the top of his head, holding his mouth against her. It had been years since she’d had a man give her an orgasm. Years since anyone had ever put their mouth on her. Years that she’d given up on finding a man like Cameron.

She was a young woman with more responsibilities than any young woman deserved, and right now, this time was all about her.

Tension radiated from her center, holding her hostage until she gave in to the pleasure and screamed Cameron’s name. The orgasm gripped her and rode her like a rodeo star. How long had it been since she’d experienced this kind of pleasure?

Too long. Way too long.

When it was over, she lay there breathing hard. When Cameron stood, she feared he was walking away, but he grabbed his jeans and pulled out his wallet. Searching inside, he pulled out a foil packet. Ripping the condom package open, he quickly sheathed himself.

Turning back to the bed, he stared at her before he crawled back to her. Reaching down, he teased the nub between her legs once again and she caressed his face, staring into those sapphire eyes that left her gasping.

“Cameron, please,” she said. “I need you.”

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