“Missed you,” he murmured against my lips.
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Still missed you.” He smiled and stepped back. “Come on, I brought lunch.”
“Oh great, because I’m starving.”
We settled on the blanket I’d spread out earlier. He unpacked two massive sandwiches wrapped in paper.
We ate, but the flavor barely registered. I was hyperaware of him beside me. The warmth of his arm brushing mine. The flex of his forearms constantly drawing my eye. The memory of what those hands had done to me last time we were together played on a loop in my head.
We were completely alone out here. The trees blocked us from the road, and the river curved away on the other side. No one was coming. Could we…
I set down my half-eaten sandwich, heat pooling low in my belly as the thought took hold.
Cam must have noticed the shift because he turned to look at me, eyes dark and curious.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, you know, just…”
He raised a brow. “Tell me.”
“I was thinking about back verandas, recliners and…”
His jaw tightened. The look on his face said I’d just flipped a switch.
“Yeah?”
“Soooo.” I leaned in closer. Close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. “You got any rope in that truck?”
“I’m a mover.” His voice dropped lower. Rougher. “I’ve always got rope in my truck.”
My whole body lit up, but I somehow managed to sound calm. “That’s great, because there’s something you should know.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m on birth control.”
The air between us turned electric.
Cam’s eyes darkened to almost black, his breathing changing. He stared at me for a long moment, as my words sank in.
Something predatory slid across his face.
Something that made my thighs clench.
“Emily.” My name came out raspy, nearly a growl.
“Yes, Cam?” I sounded amazingly calm, despite the fire that was melting me from the inside out.
“You have five seconds to get naked.” He stood, his gaze raking over me. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
My breath caught and I was so hot I could barely move.
“Five.”
Oh god. He was serious.
