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dress. Leaving the hotel room had
    been even harder.
    Her body ached in her most personal places, her
    nipples were tender, her clit still throbbed with lazy
    satisfaction, and she could still feel the warmth where
    his palm had spanked her lightly as he thrust into her
    from behind.
    The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the
    blizzard that had grounded the planes in Denver
    having lifted several hours before. The forecast was
    for cold and only partly cloudy skies. The text on her
    phone said her plane would depart in two more hours,
    taking her home.
    Rafer was once again leaving Corbin County and
    heading back to wherever the Marines needed him.
    He had changed in the past seven years, but
    some things about her hadn’t changed. Rafer still took
    her breath away. He still made her feel things she
    didn’t understand and had no idea how to control. But,
    unlike seven years ago, those feelings were stronger,
    hotter, and more mature. With that maturity there was
    the arousal, the lust and hunger that she couldn’t fight.
    Rafer’s smile, the hunger in his sapphire-blue
    eyes, the sensuality that filled his expression. Thick,
    black lashes that were much too long to fairly belong
    to a man. His hair wasn’t as long as it once was.
    Rather than falling to his shoulders, it was almost
    military short and gave his face a more savage,
    forbidden cast.
    But did she have the good sense to fear what he
    was capable of doing to her? What she knew he was
    capable of making her feel?
    Of course she didn’t.
    Cami?
    She lifted her head from the book she was
    reading, more bored with the story than anything
    else, but the nearly deserted airport wasn’t providing
    entertainment of any sort either.
    But that voice—
    She heard that voice in her dreams so often.
    Her gaze rose to meet his brilliant gaze.
    “Rafer.” She hadn’t realized his name would slip
    past her lips so easily until it did.
    It was a whisper, and even she recognized the
    husky need in her own voice.
    Her heart began to race at an almost brutal
    pace, thumping against her breasts erratically as
    she took a shaky breath.
    “Stranded?” His head tilted to the side as he
    stood before her, a heavy duffel hanging from his
    hand as though it weighed nothing.
    He hadn’t changed. Other than the maturity in
    his face, the experience in his expression, and the
    male hunger that gleamed in his sapphire eyes.
    He was dressed in street clothes. Jeans and Tshirt,
    leather coat and boots. His broad shoulders
    looked a mile wide. His thighs powerful, his legs long
    and strong.
    The moment her gaze traveled over him she
    could feel her pussy creaming, her clit throbbing, her
    nipples tightening and hardening, and her entire
    body sensitizing.
    She knew arousal. She had been thirteen the
    first time she’d felt that breathlessness. At fourteen
    she’d become aware of her body when she saw him.
    Rafer, Logan, and Crowe had come home for a week
    because of yet another lawsuit the Corbins,
    Raffertys, and Robertses had lodged against their
    inheritances. When he had, he’d made sure to find a
    few moments to say hello.
    The summer she turned fifteen, they were back
    again. That year, Rafe had danced with her at the
    Spring Fling Social. He had entered the festivities,
    walked straight to her in his black evening suit, and
    asked her to dance.
    He’d asked her how she was doing, how school
    was. He’d asked her about her parents, about her
    aunt and uncle. He’d asked her if she needed
    anything and she’d wanted to cry because all she
    could think of was how much she had missed him
    and the fact that it felt so nice to be in his arms. She
    wanted to be there forever.
    The next four years were variations of the same
    theme, except with each year, with each phase of her
    own sexual maturity, Cami had come to recognize
    the signs of arousal, of need, of awakening
    sensuality whenever she saw him. Over the years
    she’d seen him several times, and as she