Page 49 of Call It Home

“Cam, stop a minute. I want you more than just about anything I’ve ever wanted, and, believe me, that’s saying something. But think about it. We work together. If we cross this line, we can never come back from it.”

“Who says we have to?” I demanded.

“Cam, wait a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes looking tortured. “What will other people say? People we work with? Your family?”

“I didn’t think you cared what others think.”

“Normally, I don’t. But you were right. I need this job, Cam. If something goes south, who do you think is going to have to leave?”

I smoothed my palm over his face. He was young. He had a playful side. But right now, he looked like he carried the weight of the world.

“Mac, tell me you haven’t felt something building between us these last few months? Heck, even before then. There’s always been a spark between us. I thought it was just physical. But after working and spending all this time with you, I genuinely like you. I would never hurt you by firing you. Your job is safe. I think we can both handle things. We have time to figure it out before we go back. We have three more weeks here. Who’s to say what will happen in that time?”

I saw the struggle crease his face just as his eyes closed, and he dropped his head to the floor. His chest muscles flexed beneath my palms as if he were physically wrestling with this.

I knew I should let him off the hook, to say I’d been wrong to push and that we’d go back to our working relationship. It stung, but I didn’t want to add to his problems. Maybe he was right. It sounded impulsive and possibly reckless. It could complicate things, but I had never been one to run from a challenge.

The words started to form on my lips when his eyes snapped open, blazing with raw need. “I’m one bad decision away from ruining everything, but God help me, I don’t care.”

He rolled to his side, taking me with him and holding me tight to his hard body. His lips reclaimed mine, but there was nothing gentle this time. He nipped and sucked, demanding more, and the growl that came from his throat when I returned the favor sent shivers everywhere, which coalesced right between my legs.

His hands released my hips, one traveling to cup the back of my head, the other sliding along my side until his thumb brushed the side of my breast, then back down to rub along my ass.

Every touch burned in the most delicious way, and only Mac was going to be able to quench that fire.

He grabbed my calf and maneuvered my leg over his, opening me up so that my core rubbed his hardness that strained against his jeans. Shamelessly, I ground against him, needing more of the delicious friction his touch and our movements created.

“Goddamn, you’re amazing,” he hissed against my lips. “We should slow down.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to be denied. I was so close. I struggled against him, trying to close the distance he’d placed between us as he pulled back.

He chuckled, then rose to his knees and pulled me up beside him. “On the floor of a trailer is not how I want this to go.”

I jumped to my feet and started for my bedroom. “So long as you finish what you started. Otherwise, I might have to add something concrete to the house and make excuses to everyone about why you disappeared.”

His answering grin was broad, and the glint in his eye suggested he was not only amused but also a bit aroused by the situation. “No need to get violent,” he answered as he followed me.

I reached for the hem of my shirt, but his words stopped me. “Let me.”

He stalked toward me with the same cool calculations of a panther on the prowl for his next meal. God help me, I couldn’t wait to be devoured.

“Arms up,” he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate.

Anticipation raised goose bumps as his fingers skimmed over my skin as he pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it behind him. My nipples pebbled as his eyes roved over my white, lacy bra.

“Take it off.”

Damn, who knew being ordered around could be so sexy?My fingers fumbled to unclasp the hooks, then I stood proudly before him as I let the straps fall down my arms until I was bare.

His hands reached out. I held my breath, aching for him to touch my newly exposed skin. Instead, he cupped my cheeks in his hands.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before he kissed me again. Slowly. Deeply.

Then his hands left my face to finally close over my breasts. His thumbs played back and forth across my nipples. My head fell backward with a soft yelp as he pinched them before bending low enough to soothe the sting with his tongue. My nails sank into his shoulders as he flicked his tongue back and forth before pulling the peak into his mouth.

“Mac,” I whispered. “Please…”

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