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But she didn’t have a choice, not really. The second she’d lowered her defences and let this incredible man back into her life was the exact moment any choice flew out the window, for there was nothing surer than once the two of them started spending time together again they’d end up in each other’s arms eventually.

Their sexual chemistry had been a highlight of their brief relationship in Rainbow Creek and with the constant underlying attraction between them now, it hadn’t waned.

Blane had been her first lover, her only lover, and it had been six long years since she’d known his exquisite touch.

The decision was a simple one as she laid a hand on his forearm, deliberately pushing the plate away as she leaned forward and breathed, “Yes, please, I want more.”

In what seemed like an eternity, but in reality couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, they shoved mugs and slice out of the way, made a frantic grab at one another, and tumbled onto the rug in a flurry of tangled limbs and laughter.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He murmured, staring at her in awe.

She silenced him with a kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it, the type of kiss that expressed more than words ever could, the type of kiss welcoming him back into her life.

Their lips melded, fused, clung. He tasted of chocolate and coffee, sweet, strong and addictive. She savored the heady rush, bunching the soft cotton of his T-shirt beneath her hands, clutching at him, needing to anchor herself in a world gone deliciously, intoxicatingly mad.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his lips nibbling the sensitive skin behind her earlobe while his hands spanned her waist, his calloused fingertips gently rasping against her skin as pure, blinding desire exploded within.

“It’s a hell yes,” she said, sensing rather than seeing his smile as his lips trailed down her neck, before nuzzling the hollow above her collarbone.

“I like that my wife knows what she wants.”

His hands slid slowly upward, grazing the underside of her breasts, and she gasped as his head dipped and he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the exposed skin of her cleavage.

“I know what I want all right,” she whispered, leaning back on her hands, thrusting her breasts upward, offering herself to him, craving more of the same all over her hyper-sensitised body.

He stilled, his hands cupping her breasts while he raised his head to look at her.

“Tell me, Cam.” His eyes, pewter with passion, never left hers, the heat arcing between them sending her body into meltdown. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Stunned this was actually happening and powerless to stop the tsunami of lust and need slamming her, she placed her palms against his rock-hard chest and slid her hands upward, savoring every muscular contour, relishing his matured body. Their ragged breathing filled the silence as her hands came to rest on his shoulders and she tugged him toward her.

There’d be no turning back from this.

She didn’t care.

She’d never wanted anything more in her life.

There would be time enough for self-doubt and recriminations tomorrow.

Tonight, she wanted him.

When she hesitated, concern darkened his eyes. “Cam?”

“I want you,” she murmured, a second before their lips touched and obliterated everything but this moment, this night, with this amazing man.

Chapter Eleven

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Camryn raised an eyebrow, leaving Blane in little doubt she’d already loved the one he’d delivered last night. “Another one? My, my, when you set out to impress a girl you really go all out.”

Blane laughed, the rich, mellow timbre raising the hair on the nape of her neck. Or maybe that had more to do with his enigmatic stare, the look that said he remembered the mutual surprises they’d rediscovered last night, repeatedly.

“You’re going to love this one too.” He ran a finger across the back of her hand as it lay on the table, the softest of caresses but enough to send heat flowing through her body.

He’d touched her exactly like that last night, slow, leisurely caresses all over her body, designed to tease and excite and titillate. But it was the way he’d emotionally touched her that had her walking around all morning with a dreamy smile on her face.

Their reunion had been more than sex. They’d made love, far surpassing a physical act, and in doing so had renewed a soul-deep bond that could only exist between two people destined to be together.

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