Cami concentrated on the sensations rippling through her body so she didn’t have to concentrate on the thoughts swirling inside her head.
Thoughts like,After tonight, I won’t see him again.Because the treasure was raised and, except for having Dana sign an affidavit, there was no longer alegalreason for her to come to Wayfarer Island. She would go back to Miami, and Doc would buy his ranch in Montana.
Thoughts like,It’s definitely the last time I’ll sleep with him.Because the physical intimacy only deepened her feelings. And they were already too deep. So deep she was drowning in them. So deep she wondered if she’d ever catch her breath again.
Pressing her back into the mattress, he positioned his hips between her spread thighs. For a second, she thought he would enter her.Condom!Her mind screamed in alarm. But her apprehension was quickly overcome by another thought.
The thought of getting pregnant. The thought of having the child she’d dreamed of for years.Hischild.
The idea took instant root and began to blossom. She could so easily envision a dark-haired boy who had Doc’s sparkling green eyes, or a little girl with his calico-colored hair and slightly crooked smile.
She’d never thought of being a single mom. But if she couldn’t have all of Doc, then maybe she could have a part of him? Take a part of him with her?
Of course, the instant she considered the idea, she discarded it. For one thing, Dalton Simmons struck her as old-fashioned enough to insist on making an honest woman of her. And she would never knowingly trap a man into spending the rest of his life with her. For another thing, the alternative would be to keep the child a secret, and that level of subterfuge was anathema to the very heart of her.
So, no. There would be no dark-haired boy or little girl with a lopsided grin.
Cami pulled her mouth from Doc’s to remind him to use protection, but she snapped it closed again when he didn’t reach down to angle himself toward her waiting entrance. Instead, he left a trail of soft, warm kisses across her jaw.
Burying her fingers in his thick hair—careful of the wound on his scalp—she closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his mouth as he licked his way down her neck to her breasts. She had no idea how long he played with the peaks. All she knew was that by the time he moved on to her belly, her breasts throbbed and ached with pleasure, and her center had gone hot and liquid.
He seemed fascinated by her belly button, swirling his tongue inside over and over again until she pushed on his shoulders, eager for him to use his lovely, talented tongue a little lower.
He chuckled. “So greedy.” But it wasn’t an admonishment.
He was quick to pepper open-mouthed kisses followed by stinging nips to her lower belly. The sharp edges of his teeth so close on the heels of his soft, hot tongue made her toes curl. And this time, when he draped her legs over his shoulders, she didn’t raise her head to watch him press his mouth to her center. Not because she didn’t love how erotic the sight was. But because she didn’t want him to see the tears standing in her eyes.
Flames of desire licked her from head to toe. And yet her heart was still broken.Breakingmore with each passing second, because with each passing second she was coming closer to the end of this.
The end ofthem.
Of course, when he wrapped his lips around her thrumming clit, licking it rhythmically, the pain in her heart mixed with the pleasure in her body to create a tsunami of sensation so intense she thrashed her head against the pillow and gave a guttural moan.
Her orgasms usually built slowly, gaining speed as she neared the inevitable cliff. But this time, her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky. Before she could catch her breath in surprise, she was electrified. Every nerve ending sparking. Every synapse firing.
She didn’t know she’d clamped her thighs tight around his ears or that she’d fisted her hands in his hair. She didn’t hear herself scream his name. She was swept up in physical bliss as surely as Julia had swept up the ocean in front of her.
And like the hurricane, Cami felt volatile. Out of control.Wildwith ecstasy.
It was only after she began to float down from the ultimate heights that she felt the hot, wet trails her tears had burned across her temples.
Doc kissed a path back up her body. And when the mattress beside her depressed with his weight, she threw her arm over her eyes.
She hoped he mistook the gesture for one of rapture. But in truth, she covertly wiped away the wetness that clung to the sides of her cheeks and the tips of her lashes.
“So? Was that good for you?” There was humor in his voice. And when she dropped her arm, she found his lids lowered to half-mast and his eyes sparking in the dim candlelight.
Tell him!a little voice that sounded like her baby sister echoed through her mind.Even if he rejects you, at least then you’ll know you’ve done all you can.
I can’t, Carlotta!she silently replied.If I tell him, it’d only be a burden. He already carries enough burdens. Too many burdens.
Just in case her expression gave her away, she hoped to distract him by steering them back into familiar territory. “Are you giving me shit for my hair trigger, or is this a not-so-subtle fishing expedition for a compliment?”
He was propped up on one elbow. “Maybe a little of both,” he admitted.
“Well, I can assure you, I’m more shocked by my hair trigger than you are. As for a compliment?” She arched what she hoped passed as a haughty brow. “I suggest you google ‘flattery.’ I bet you won’t find my name in any of the search results.”
“Is it really flattery if it’s a fact?”
