Inexorably, he stroked his fingers towards the crevice between the two mounds.She’d be hotter there.Farther down, would she be wet?
Cam cursed into the dim light.As tempting as it was to touch her there, he wanted to see her face when he did it.He wanted to see her eyes go wide, her cheeks flush and her mouth part with pleasure.
Blowing out a breath, he stared at the ceiling.His hard-on was raging, but he’d pushed her too fast already.She was only now starting to talk to him.
And he’d told her things he’d never told anyone before.
He contemplated that as he explored the spot where her pert little butt turned into smooth leg.He’d wanted her from the start.He’d taken one look at her and had needed her in his bed, but it was turning into something more.She roused his protective side.He felt the deep-seated need to protect her from her family, her sister and even him.
He glanced at the clock on her DVD player and sighed.Speaking of protecting her, he should go if he was going to get cleaned up and back in time for the big introduction.He didn’t know how this would play out, but he was going to be there for her when it did.
Carefully, he rolled the two of them on the sofa.Taking the opportunity, he kissed her forehead and her cheek and finally her lips.Even in sleep, they clung to his.When he felt his cock start to throb, he made himself pull back.
“Ah, Sexy Lexie.”Determinedly, he pulled down her skirt, covering her.
The woman was going to be the death of him.
Careful not to wake her, he extricated himself from her and their tight sleeping arrangement.Standing over the sofa, he looked down at her.Beautiful.Absolutely gorgeous.
Raking a hand through his hair, he rounded the sofa.He was heading for the front door when he passed by her kitchen table.He stopped when he spotted her purse.
She’d tried to be sly when they’d walked into the place last night, but there was something under that purse that she didn’t want him to see.He was bastard enough to want to know what it was.
Picking up the leather bag, he set it aside.Underneath it, he found papers.Notes, he saw when he looked more closely.He pushed through the stack, skimming her familiar handwriting.
It was the proposal he’d spent most of the day reading and tweaking, only these scribblings went deeper.They were the supporting documentation for many of the assumptions she’d made, and they got his creative juices flowing all over again.
He glanced over his shoulder quickly when she shifted on the couch.He waited for a moment, but she just settled back down into place.His jaw hardened as he looked again at the papers.
Beautiful and brainy.
Catching up the ones that intrigued him the most, he folded them and slid them into his back pocket.The others, he put back where he found them.He gritted his teeth as he headed for the door.He’d warned her that he did the things that had to be done.
That didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
Chapter Nine
Lexie drove up the road to the main house with Roxie in tow.It was one of those beautiful summer mornings where the heat hadn’t yet risen and the sky glowed blue, yet neither of them really took notice.One by one, Lexie adjusted her fingers around the steering wheel.She wasn’t altogether comfortable with what they were about to do.The plan was simple—just show up, say hello and hope for the best.As far as tactics went, it wasn’t the most delicate.Then again, her family had shown very little tact when they’d tossed that newspaper at her the other day.
Why was she so nervous about this?
She shifted her heel to keep it from digging into the floor mat.Part of her was happy and excited to share what she’d found.So why was there a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach?
“I don’t know how everyone is going to react,” she warned.One way or another, this was going to be a surprise, and not everyone liked to be caught off-guard.
Roxie twisted in her seat.“Are they going to hate me?”
“No,” Lexie said, although she knew that Julian wouldn’t like that she’d gone searching for her roots, even if hehadpushed her into doing it.“It’s just… They’re very tight-knit, except for…” Except for her.She shook her head.“We live together.We work together.”
“And I’m an intruder.”
“An outsider.”Lexie understood what that was like, all too well.“They don’t trust easily.”
Her mind began to race.There were so many ways this could backfire.The billboard wouldn’t have given the best first impression.And then there was the way they’d left things the other day.
“It’s all about power and money with you people, isn’t it?”
Lexie flashed a look at her sister.“Hey!”
