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biggest mistake he’d ever made in his life. Jo did not wake up, shrieking with dismay at his move. She didn’t wake up at all as far as he could tell, but she did murmur sleepily and press back closer against him. He had no doubt she was unconsciously seeking his body heat, but she was also wiggling her bottom into his groin in a most distracting manner.
    Cam set his teeth and tried to ignore it, but the fact that they were cocooned in the plaid, leaving him surrounded by her scent, didn’t help any. Much to his relief, Jo suddenly murmured sleepily and rolled away from him and onto her stomach. At least he was relieved until he realized that his hand was now resting on her bottom rather than her hip. Cam closed his eyes and counted to ten as he fought the urge to squeeze the rounded cheek under his fingers, then carefully raised his hand. As he set it on his own hip, he acknowledged that it was going to be a very long night.
    J O SHIFTED SLEEP ILY AND SMILED AT HO W WARM and comfortable she was. The patch of ground she’d chosen was a little lumpy, but softer than she recalled it being last night when she’d lain down. And for a change instead of waking up cold and a little stiff from sleeping on the cold, damp ground, she was warm and . . . moving slowly up and down, she realized, her eyes popping abruptly open.
    Darkness surrounded her, confusing her briefly, and Jo lifted her head, feeling something pressing against her head and shoulders as she did. It was like some kind of material was over her, she thought with confusion and was completely befuddled by that. She was also starting to panic a little when the cloth that she’d felt was suddenly pulled off her head and she found herself staring down at . . . Someone’s chest? A chest that was moving up and down with every breath. She recognized that chest too, Jo thought and lifted her head to find herself staring into Cam’s open eyes.
    Jo opened her mouth, intending to ask how the devil she’d got on his chest. And how they’d got on the same side of the fire, but as she noted the grimace of pain on his face, what came out was a concerned, “Your back,” as she realized he was lying on it.
    Cam reacted immediately, splaying one hand on her back, catching her head in his other and abruptly rolling so that she was lying flat on the ground, and he was on top of her. He quickly shifted his hands then to allow his elbows to take his weight, and she expected, to get up off of her, but instead his head came down and his mouth covered hers.
    Jo was so stunned at the action that she simply remained still for a moment. This was not the first time she’d been kissed. A village boy or two had tried while she was growing up, but she’d never been much moved by the activity. Perhaps that had been due to the kisser, she thought now, because the kisses she’d received in the past had seemed sloppy and uninteresting and had always left her wanting to wipe her hand across her mouth. This kiss was nothing like that. Cam’s mouth was firm as it brushed across hers, and then he nipped at her lower lip, a quick, tantalizing tug that had her mouth opening with surprise. The moment she did that, his tongue slid into her mouth like an invading army, causing chaos and starting up fires at various points throughout her body.
    Jo had never experienced anything like this, and was so overwhelmed that it took a moment for her to realize that Cam was kissing her. Her . . . Jo . . . who he thought was a boy. Her eyes immediately popped open and she began to press against his chest, trying to lift her mouth from his. When escaping his kisses upward didn’t work, she finally turned her head determinedly to the side. That worked. At least it broke the kiss. However, bereft of her mouth, Cam began to trail kisses across her cheek toward her ear.
    “Cam, this is—” This was what? She wondered, trying to recall what she’d been about to say before he’d begun to explore her ear,