She moved. Moved again, and he knew there was no turning back.
In one quick motion, Cam broke through the fragile barrier that had protected his Salome’s innocence. She gasped; her eyes widened and he forced himself to hold still, waiting, watching until he saw what he’d longed to see in her face.
Radiance.
Joy.
Everything that was unfolding in his own heart.
“Salome. My Salome…”
“Yes,” she said, “oh, yes.”
He could feel the rush of pure energy building inside him.
“Now,” he said, and as she cried out in ecstasy, Cam threw back his head and exploded deep, deep within her golden heat.
CHAPTER TEN
AT THE first pale light of dawn, Leanna opened her eyes and found Cam watching her, his expression so tender it made her heart skip a beat.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He gave her a gentle kiss. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She cupped his cheek with her hand; he turned his face against it and kissed her palm. “You?”
He had hardly closed his eyes, trying to come up with a way to save them. Still, to his surprise, he felt rested.
Maybe it had to do with holding Salome in his arms as she slept.
“I’m fine.” Carefully he drew her close. “Are you all right? I mean… Did I hurt you? I tried not to, but—”
Smiling, she laid her fingers across his lips. “It was wonderful, Cam. I never dreamed making love would be so—so—”
“Incredible,” he said softly. “I know. For me, too.” He drew her closer and buried his face against her throat. After a minute, he lifted his head and looked at her. “I’m glad we had that quarrel.
”
“What quarrel?” she asked, but the pink flush that rose in her cheeks told him she knew exactly what he meant.
“The one you provoked that was bound to lead to trouble.”
Her laugh was soft and sexy. “Is this trouble?” she whispered as she ran her hands lightly down his back.
“Keep it up,” he said, smiling, “and it will be.”
“What a lovely promise.”
Cam kissed her again. Her mouth was early-morning sweet, her skin carried the scent of their lovemaking. He cupped her breast, lowered his lips to the tip and played his tongue over it.
Salome closed her eyes. A sweet moan trembled in her throat.
He had made love to her again during the night, taking her slowly, lingering over the secrets of her body, but time was becoming their enemy.
“Sweetheart.” Cam paused. “We have to get up.”
Her sigh of acceptance whispered against his throat. “I know.”
“We’ll try the cell phone,” he said, hoping he sounded as if he had every confidence he’d have better luck today than last night. “And I want to question Shalla. There has to be some kind of transportation here that I just haven’t seen. A car. A truck. Something.”