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wasn’t.
    He’d changed clothes since she’d seen him last. The first things she noticed were his worn jeans, tight black t-shirt and running sneakers. Then she noticed that he smelled like sex and musk and male. His hot gaze made her stomach flip, her breathing shallow out and her hands itch to reach for him.
    She wasn’t surprised when he dropped the backpack he had over one shoulder and reached for her. She wasn’t even surprised that she let him. What surprised her was the slow sweet time he took kissing her.
    She’d expected an onslaught, fierce and intense, like Cam himself. But this was almost too sweet. And way too light, as if he was afraid he’d hurt her or…that she might pull away.
    Without thought, she threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body into his, reacting on pure instinct. The man was built like a tank—wide, strong and hard. He seemed to have no give in him, except in his lips. Those were soft and pliable, teasing hers into opening so he could slide his tongue into her mouth.
    His arms encircled her waist and her feet left the ground as he lifted her—still too carefully. Her sex already throbbing, Stella wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against the stiff erection beneath his jeans.
    Shutting off her brain, she refused to think about everything that had happened before—his betrayal, her anger. She blocked out everything—except that he’d come for her.
    She wanted to rip away his pants, tear at his clothes until he was naked then have him hold her against the door. She wanted to feel him stretch her wide and fuck her until she came. She didn’t want him to kiss her as if he thought she would break. She didn’t want caution or care. She wanted him to be pissed off that she’d run away. Disappeared. Whatever.
    She wanted Cam to want her so much he couldn’t wait to rip her clothes, well, his clothes off her body. And she wanted it fast and hard and so hot she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move and couldn’t think.
    For that, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
    Stella nipped at his lip, hard, and felt him wince. But it didn’t encourage him to move along. His hands stayed at her waist, though instead of kissing her again, he pressed his lips against her neck.
    Sliding her hands along his shoulders, she moved them to his neck and into his hair, lacing her fingers through the strands and tugging hard. He froze for a split second before opening his mouth over the sensitive skin beneath her ear and licking. Shivers racked her body at the delicate sensation, more powerful than if he’d bitten her there.
    Still, it was unfulfilling. She needed his cock inside her while he squeezed her breast with one hand and her ass with the other. She needed him so out of his mind with desire for her he couldn’t think.
    Unwrapping her legs, she let them dangle then kicked him in the shins. Again. Hard.
    His hands tightened and she thought maybe he’d gotten the message. Then he set her on her feet.
    Stupid man.
    It was time for drastic measures.
    Dropping her hands to the button-fly of his jeans, she ripped it open then shoved them to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Maybe he wasn’t so stupid after all.
    His groan echoed in the room but his hands curled into fists at his sides. Even when she dropped to her knees, he kept them clenched.
    “Stell—” His voice cut off when she held up the forefinger of her right hand. Using that same finger, she ran it down the length of his cock. It bobbed with every desperate breath he took.
    Wrapping one hand around the base, she used the other to pull him down so she could take him inside her mouth.
    Velvet-soft skin shifted over the hard hot core. She took him in deep right away, heard him mutter something in another language then finally, finally , he took her head in his hands and held her tight as if he wouldn’t let her go, even if she tried to get away.
    Not that she was going anywhere. This was