She smiled, knowing he wasn’t quite ready to delve deeper into the feelings they were both beginning to share. “Goodnight, Donovan,” she told him as she held his gaze a moment longer.
Kam turned back around, not stopping this time until she was back inside the small cabin. Reaching up, she flipped off the interior lights and climbed into her bed.
CHAPTER 14
Van was dreaming.He knew he was dreaming, and how? Because when he looked down at the woman lying in his bed, it was…
Kam.
His mind hadn’t conjured a dream this good in…he wasn’t surehowlong it had been. Forever, maybe. No, definitely.
And it was just getting started.
In his unconscious mind, she lay beneath him with her long hair splayed out around her like a dark, silken halo. She was naked. Hot. And oh, so wet. He was driving himself in and out of her heated core as if she were his…and he were hers.
Hard. Fast. His hips thrust over and over again. Her long legs were wrapped fully around him, high above his waist, and the heels of her bare feet were digging into the flexing muscles of his ass.
His lips were on hers, her tongue fiery hot as it swirled in a sensual dance with his. He was close.Soclose. Any second now, he knew his entire body would implode. The combustion of passion was a heartbeat away from consuming his every cell.
“Van,” she whispered his name against his lips.
He continued moving like a piston, pushing himself in and out of her welcoming core.
“Van.” Kam said his name again, this time with a little more force.
Taking it as a sign that she wanted more, his dream-self pushed them both closer to the brink. The telltale tingling became present in his lower back and between his thighs, and he?—
“Donovan!”
Van’s eyes shot open as he woke with a start. Kam’s shadowed face filled his vision, and it took a full two seconds for him to realize…
She’s really here.
Kam was there. In his bedroom. Only she wasn’t in his bed. Instead, the woman was standing next to the mattress, and by the look on her face…
She’s scared.
All remnants of the magnificent dream vanished in an instant. Well, maybe notall, considering he had a raging hard-on, which was currently throbbing to the beat of his racing heart and pushing against the crotch of his boxers.
Focus, dammit!
“What is it?” Van asked, his voice rougher than normal as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I think someone’s outside,” Kam whispered low. “I think they may have found us.”
He frowned and considered their current location. It was highly improbable the people who’d gone after them before knew where they were.
But improbable wasn’t the same as impossible, and Van had learned a long damn time ago that it was better to be safe than dead.
Without a word—a single thought to the fact that he was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs—he threwthe blankets to the side and swung his legs around as he sat straight up. Van reached over and grabbed the Sig Sauer P226 from his top nightstand drawer.
Out of habit and years of hard-nosed training, he pulled the slide back and double-checked the chamber. After confirming the gun was loaded and ready to fire—as it always was—he used his thumb to press the slide release while simultaneously disengaging the pistol’s safety.
“Stay here.” Van rose to his feet and headed for the door.
For the first time ever, Kam disobeyed his order and followed him through the shadows of the unlit cabin toward the short set of steps leading up to the deck.
The woman was damn near right on his heels, but he didn’t have time to argue. The boat wasn’t big, and if the enemy did somehow manage to find them, they would be sitting ducks if he waited any longer.
