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her, practically caging her in between his hard, broad body and the vanity.
“So you’re saying if I kissed you now that you’re fully awake, you wouldn’t respond like earlier?”
His bold, challenging question had her jerking her gaze up to meet his in the mirror. Slowly turning to face him, brushing against every plane of his torso in the process, Megan clutched her injured hand against her chest. Though the cut was insignificant in the grand scheme of things, holding on to it gave her a prop she needed to calm her shaky hands.
“It’s late...or early,” she told him. “Let’s forget any of this happened and try to salvage what’s left of the night. We both need sleep.”
He braced his hands on the sink, officially trapping her in between his arms. “You’re not a coward.”
“No, I’m not. But this little exercise is ridiculous.”
Lowering his lids, he stared at her mouth. “Then this won’t be a problem.”
His mouth slid over hers, and Megan pulled up every ounce of self-control to keep from moaning. Earlier she’d been half dreaming when she’d kissed him, but now she was fully awake and able to truly enjoy how amazing her best friend was in the kissing department.
Even though he was demanding and controlling, Cameron somehow managed to also be gentle with his touch. One strong hand splayed across her back, urging her closer. Her injured hand remained trapped between their bodies, and she fisted the other at her side because she didn’t want to show emotion, not now. As much as she yearned to wrap herself around him and give in to anything he was willing to offer, she wasn’t ready.
Cameron nipped at her lips, easing his way out of the kiss. But he didn’t stop. No, the man merely angled his head the other way and dived back in for more.
The way he had her partially bent back over the vanity, Megan had to bring up her good hand to clutch his bare shoulder. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so thoroughly kissed. No matter the time, she’d certainly never been kissed as passionately, as intensely, as now. Even those kisses that led straight to the bedroom had never gotten her this hot, this turned on.
Cameron fisted her T-shirt in his hand, pulling it tighter against her back as he lifted his head slightly. His forehead rested against hers.
“You’re awake now,” he muttered. “Feeling anything?”
Because she needed to think, and she knew
he
needed to think, Megan patted his shoulder and smiled. “You’re a good kisser, Cam. No denying that. But I’m not dreaming anymore.”
Cameron stepped back, hands on his narrowed hips where his shorts were riding low. “Tell me that didn’t make your body respond.”
She knew for a fact his body had responded, but she wouldn’t be so tacky as to drop her gaze to the front of his shorts. They both knew she was fully aware.
Cameron had never even hinted he wanted to kiss her before. And even though she knew she should take this chance to tell him how she felt, she found herself lying to his face to save hers.
“Like I said, you’re a great kisser,” she told him. “But I’ve had better.”
With that bold-faced lie, she marched from the bathroom and straight to the sofa, where she lay down facing the back cushions and covered up with the throw. Megan wasn’t quite sure if she’d put this experiment to rest or if she’d awakened the beast inside Cameron.
She had a feeling she’d find out soon enough. Thrills of anticipation coursed through her at the prospect.
Chapter Seven
C ameron needed this break. Between work and keeping track of Evan at various late-night meetings and that semierotic evening spent with Megan, he was about to lose it.
Drinking a beer on Eli’s new patio with his brothers while their wives sat in the house discussing babies or shoes or some other frightening topic was exactly what he needed to relax.
Of course the incident with Megan had happened only two days ago and he still
“So you’re saying if I kissed you now that you’re fully awake, you wouldn’t respond like earlier?”
His bold, challenging question had her jerking her gaze up to meet his in the mirror. Slowly turning to face him, brushing against every plane of his torso in the process, Megan clutched her injured hand against her chest. Though the cut was insignificant in the grand scheme of things, holding on to it gave her a prop she needed to calm her shaky hands.
“It’s late...or early,” she told him. “Let’s forget any of this happened and try to salvage what’s left of the night. We both need sleep.”
He braced his hands on the sink, officially trapping her in between his arms. “You’re not a coward.”
“No, I’m not. But this little exercise is ridiculous.”
Lowering his lids, he stared at her mouth. “Then this won’t be a problem.”
His mouth slid over hers, and Megan pulled up every ounce of self-control to keep from moaning. Earlier she’d been half dreaming when she’d kissed him, but now she was fully awake and able to truly enjoy how amazing her best friend was in the kissing department.
Even though he was demanding and controlling, Cameron somehow managed to also be gentle with his touch. One strong hand splayed across her back, urging her closer. Her injured hand remained trapped between their bodies, and she fisted the other at her side because she didn’t want to show emotion, not now. As much as she yearned to wrap herself around him and give in to anything he was willing to offer, she wasn’t ready.
Cameron nipped at her lips, easing his way out of the kiss. But he didn’t stop. No, the man merely angled his head the other way and dived back in for more.
The way he had her partially bent back over the vanity, Megan had to bring up her good hand to clutch his bare shoulder. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so thoroughly kissed. No matter the time, she’d certainly never been kissed as passionately, as intensely, as now. Even those kisses that led straight to the bedroom had never gotten her this hot, this turned on.
Cameron fisted her T-shirt in his hand, pulling it tighter against her back as he lifted his head slightly. His forehead rested against hers.
“You’re awake now,” he muttered. “Feeling anything?”
Because she needed to think, and she knew
he
needed to think, Megan patted his shoulder and smiled. “You’re a good kisser, Cam. No denying that. But I’m not dreaming anymore.”
Cameron stepped back, hands on his narrowed hips where his shorts were riding low. “Tell me that didn’t make your body respond.”
She knew for a fact his body had responded, but she wouldn’t be so tacky as to drop her gaze to the front of his shorts. They both knew she was fully aware.
Cameron had never even hinted he wanted to kiss her before. And even though she knew she should take this chance to tell him how she felt, she found herself lying to his face to save hers.
“Like I said, you’re a great kisser,” she told him. “But I’ve had better.”
With that bold-faced lie, she marched from the bathroom and straight to the sofa, where she lay down facing the back cushions and covered up with the throw. Megan wasn’t quite sure if she’d put this experiment to rest or if she’d awakened the beast inside Cameron.
She had a feeling she’d find out soon enough. Thrills of anticipation coursed through her at the prospect.
Chapter Seven
C ameron needed this break. Between work and keeping track of Evan at various late-night meetings and that semierotic evening spent with Megan, he was about to lose it.
Drinking a beer on Eli’s new patio with his brothers while their wives sat in the house discussing babies or shoes or some other frightening topic was exactly what he needed to relax.
Of course the incident with Megan had happened only two days ago and he still
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