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  She headed toward the door, stopping to scoop up her clothes. “Take it easy on her,” she said to Tanner. “She’s really pathetic at this stuff. She might even try to run, but don’t let her.”

  “Hey, I’m right here,” Cami protested. “And I’m not running anywhere!”

  “Then she’ll try to ignore it,” Dimi said directly to Tanner. “That’s her second defense. Watch for it.”

  “I’m on guard,” Tanner said solemnly, but he let out a grateful smile. “Thanks. I think I can take it from here.”

  And he was pretty sure he could, because nothing had ever meant more to him. Turning to Cami, he stroked his hands up her arms and cupped her face. “Alone at last.”

  “She gave it away, didn’t she?”

  He kept his hands on her, stroking her jaw, sinking his fingers in her hair. Her breathing changed, which gratified him, but her eyes remained fierce and intense, making him sigh. “She didn’t give anything away, Cami. I knew you. I’ll always know you.”

  “You didn’t at first. Remember? You thought I was the bimbo beauty queen who didn’t know her own mind.”

  “I never thought you were a bimbo, but you were a beauty queen, that’s a fact. And as for not knowing your mind, we both know that isn’t true. You always knew what you wanted, you just didn’t always stand up for it.”

  “I’m standing up now, aren’t I?”

  “Well, that you are,” he murmured, lifting a brow when she marched him back so that his thighs hit her kitchen table, which as usual was piled with stuff. “What exactly are we standing up for?”

  “We.” Her eyes misted. “You keep saying that, we, as if it’s a done deal.”

  “Because it’s my greatest wish.” It was all he got out before she went up on tiptoe and kissed him—hard. Kissed him hard and deep and wet. It rocked his world.

  Think, his mind ordered his penis. There’s something important here she’s avoiding. You can see the relief and hope in her eyes as she’s…oh lord, she’s dropping her towel.

  He swallowed hard and ignored his mind. With her breasts flattened to his chest and her smooth, white arms clinging to his neck, she slithered against him. He felt his eyes cross with lust.

  Her hands worked his T-shirt up over his head, and he obliged her. “Cami—”

  “Love me, Tanner.”

  Slipping his hands beneath her silky hair, he brought her face close. “I do,” he said, and devoured her mouth with his, feeling all those soft curves glide over his hardened body, smelling the scent of her shampoo and soap, fresh and seductive as hell. Sliding his hands down her body, feeling all her warmth and softness quiver, he groaned deep in his throat.

  “I’m sorry I missed the full effect of the tool belt,” she whispered, her fingers dancing down his belly to the button fly of his jeans. “Maybe we could revisit that little fantasy.”

  “Later.” She’d already backed him into the table. Leaning against it, he skimmed his hands down her spine until he held a sweet, warm, rounded cheek in each one. He hauled her up until her legs were clamped around his hips, and that hot, delightfully damp feminine place between her thighs cradled his erection in a way that made him groan again.

  In response, she made a mewling sort of sound and tightened her grip. “Please,” she whimpered, rocking against him. “Please, now.”

  As if he could turn her away. She had her hands in his hair, her tongue in his mouth, her breasts crushed to his chest, with two tight, scrumptious nipples boring holes into his skin. Not to mention she was wet and hot, and gliding that wet, hot spot over the biggest erection he’d ever had. Craning his neck, he studied the table behind him dubiously.

  She wasn’t so far gone she couldn’t lift her head and let out a gasping laugh. “No, it won’t hold us.”

  “The counter then.” He’d barely turned and set her on it before she’d pulled his body between her sprawled legs, her hips moving, moving, moving, driving him to the very brink. The unrelenting heat threatened to burn him alive, and all the while her mouth was busy attacking his until he slipped his hands beneath her, holding her steady as he entered her.

  Her eyes were wide on his so that he could watch pleasure chase hunger chase heat chase need across her face. “Oh, Tanner,” she whispered on a thready sigh. Her head fell back, and she opened her legs a little wider, so he could sink into her even more deeply.

  He figured he had about three seconds before he exploded helplessly, but still, she beat him. His gaze was firmly on her face when she hit her peak, moaning his name, shuddering, shuddering, shuddering. Seeing her, hearing her, feeling her, capped it off for him, and he exploded, too, collapsing against the counter and Cami’s body.

  Practically purring, she rubbed her cheek against his chest. He rubbed his cheek on her hair and stared uneasily at the cat who’d somehow, at some point, managed to leap up on the counter and perch herself directly behind Cami.

  “Mew.”

  Which reminded him what he’d been trying to say before they’d knocked it out against the tile like a pair of bunnies. “Cami—”

  “Don’t tell me. It wasn’t good for you?” She smiled, teasing, looking very satisfied, very feminine, very happy.

  “It was off the scale. But—”

  Her smile slowly faded. “Uh-oh. Nothing good ever follows a but. Not in that tone.”

  “This isn’t a bad but.”

  “Are you sure? Because I have it on good authority, a but usually precedes a dumping of some kind.”

  “No.” He drew in a sharp breath and narrowed his eyes. “Dammit, I’m trying to get to a point.”

  She smiled tremulously. “Sure you wouldn’t rather kiss me again?” Her arms snaked around his neck. She slid her breasts against his chest.

  His body shuddered in pleasure, and though it had been less than two minutes, he actually responded again. “I’d love to kiss you, but—”

  “There’s that but.”

  “But,” he said, putting his forehead to hers.

  “Good as the sex is, it’s not everything.” Shakily, he pushed away from the counter and her incredible body. His knees trembled, dammit, proving that while sex wasn’t everything, it came really, really close. “Cami, I l—”

  “Wait!” she gasped quickly, panicking again.

  SHE WASN’T READY for this. But—and there was that word again—if she came right out and told him how terrified it all made her feel, how she needed some time, what would happen?

  A man like Tanner James didn’t just sit around and wait for a woman to make up her mind.

  Bending, he grabbed the towel she’d discarded and wrapped it around her. Gently, he pushed her into a chair. Then he opened his mouth, but before he could speak she covered it with her hand.

  Patiently, he tugged her hand free. “Cami, I love you.”

  “I…have to sit.”

  “You are sitting. Cami, you should know, this is the for-keeps kind of love.”

  From behind the closed kitchen door came a distinct whoop.

  Dimi’s whoop.

  “See?” she heard Dimi say. “Did you hear that? I told you I wasn’t making it all up.”

  “It’s a miracle.”

  Cami thunked her head on Tanner’s chest and groaned. “That’s my mother,” she moaned.

  She felt the shock reverberate through his system and knew why. Two minutes ago they’d been having some pretty wild, fairly noisy sex against the cabinet. No one could have missed it.

  “Your mother? Right out there?” He looked pale. “That door isn’t locked!”

  Given his state of undress, she could understand his panic. “Grab your pants,” she whispered, securing her towel.

  Tanner shoved a leg in before he realized his jeans were inside out. Staggering against the counter, he tried again.

  “It’s too late,” Cami said miserably. “She knows everything, she’s psychic when it comes to Dimi and me, and your shirt is on backward.”

  Tanner stared at her in