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“I’ve never danced like that before. A girl I knew in Vegas tried to convince me to try out for the show she was in but I just couldn’t see myself, you know, doing a—a—”
“A strip,” Cam said, and grinned when she blushed again. “And a good thing.” His tone was teasing, but his eyes had a dangerous glint. “Because if I thought any other guy had seen you like that, I’d have to kill him.”
His words thrilled her. What on earth had become of her feminist soul? “You’re very protective.”
“Yes,” he said bluntly. “Is that bad?”
“No. Oh, no. I love the way you make me feel. As if—as if you—you really—”
“As if I really what?”
Leanna stared up into his eyes. As if you really love me, she thought…but she knew it wasn’t true. Cam was her lover, not the man who loved her.
“As if you can do anything you set your mind to,” she said.
Cam’s smile tilted. “I hope that’s true. I hope to hell I can get us out of this, Salome.”
He kissed her. A long, deep kiss that almost made her die with the pleasure of it.
“Cam?” she whispered against his mouth. “Let’s go upstairs.”
His body hardened in instant response.
“Let’s,” he said softly.
Rising, he swept her into his arms, and carried her to their sanctuary.
He undressed her slowly, loving the passion in her face, in his blood. He stroked her, kissed her, brought her to the point where she could do nothing except sob his name. Then he took off his own clothes and carried her to the mirrored wall in the bedroom.
“Look at how beautiful you are, sweetheart,” he whispered, turning her toward the glass. “God, look at you!”
Leanna looked.
Cam had taken her virginity, made love to her, bathed her. He’d kissed every inch of her; nothing about her body was a secret to him anymore. She thought he’d shared every experience with her.
Now, she knew he hadn’t. Seeing yourself reflected in your lover’s eyes wasn’t the same as looking into a mirror as he made love to you.
His hands rose, cupped her breasts. She gasped at the rush of sensation, the liquid heat that gathered low in her belly as she saw his thumbs move over her nipples.
“Watch,” he whispered.
She couldn’t have torn her gaze from the mirror if she’d tried.
One of his hands still cupped her breast. The other followed the curve of her waist, her hip, slowly spread over her belly in a gesture so erotically possessive it made her knees buckle.
“Cam,” she said in a choked voice.
She felt his mouth at her nape, his teeth against her skin.
“Watch,” he said again, his voice rough with command.
He slid his hand between her thighs. She gasped; her body wept warm tears against his palm, then arched like
a bow as the shock of her orgasm transformed her into a quicksilver flash of light.
She had come in his arms each time they’d made love, but never like this. Cam turned her toward him and held her tight, wanting the moment to last forever.
“Cam,” she said in wonder, “oh God, Cam…”
