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who made his way however he chose. He was dangerous. To her.
    She understood that, grasped at it to keep from drowning. It didn’t work. She was still backing up, and Cameron was still coming forward. If only he’d stop looking so damn sexy…
    He stared at her, gritting his teeth in exasperation. She was absolutely as infuriating as ever. "There was very little chance I’d fall four inches to the floor and get a splinter in my thumb."
    Gorgeous. Pure and simple. It was morning, and Dominic might show up at any moment, but Acasia wanted to think of nothing but how lovely Cameron looked wearing nothing but a sheet. Lord, she was in a lot of trouble.
    "I wasn’t worried about splinters. I came in after I talked to Fred. But you were asleep and I must have dropped off myself." Well, it was half of the truth. The only half he’d get.
    Cameron shut his eyes and mentally counted to ten. When he opened them, his aggravation was still there. "Why do I get the feeling there’s something you haven’t told me and aren’t about to tell me? Well, here’s a little news I’ve got for you. It took me one hell of a long time to get to sleep last night, and when I did, all I dreamed about was you. I’m fed up with dreaming about you, lady, so we’re going to get that out of the way right now." There was both purpose and the devil in his eyes—two things she’d always been hard–pressed to resist in Cameron.
    Hands out, she continued her backward flight, just as he continued his pursuit. "Cam, aren’t you even going to ask me whether I might object?"
    She backed into the wall, and Cameron stopped coming. "You won’t object." He sandwiched her between himself and the wall and kissed her, warmly, possessively.
    "Sadist," she hissed when he let her breathe, but the sound was halfhearted.
    He was making her crazy, and she wanted him inside her right here, right now, regardless of the consequences. The thin sheet around his hips left nothing to her imagination, and she unconsciously arched forward to meet him, stroke him, hold him. Cameron’s eyes darkened, grew hooded, flamed.
    Her name became a rasp in his throat when his own was purred back at him against his lips, on his tongue, as she met his bold opening thrust, their mouths clinging briefly, then breaking away. Again and again they tasted, their passion bordering on violence as they endeavored to sate their hunger.
    Yesterday’s interrupted madness claimed them, consumed them. Acasia’s shirt tore, and skin touched skin in an electric rhapsody. Cameron’s sheet billowed about their feet as his hand found the small of her back and tucked her forward into him. Her fingers curved around the back of his head and sank into his hair; jerked back when Cameron tore away from her with a growl of pain.
    "It’s infected." She was reaching for him, trying to get a look at his wound, furious with him, with herself. "Why didn’t you remind me about it? I would have taken care of it for you last night. You have to watch out for things like this down here, Cameron."
    Formal. She was only formal when she was treating him like a child. Well, he was a past master at that game. "It didn’t bother me and, if you’ll recall, I wasn’t thinking much about cuts on my head last night, Acasia." Ignoring him, she probed the cut, and he flinched. "Ouch. Damn it, Casie, watch out, would you?"
    "I’m trying. This thing’s deep enough to need stitches, but it’ll have to be disinfected first. I’d better get Fred." She started to walk away, but Cameron caught her wrist and dragged her back with a dry "Like this?" He regarded her torn shirt and open pants. "Let’s not add insult to injury."
    "Oh." Momentarily nonplussed, Acasia pulled the edges of her shirt together. "I guess it can wait long enough for us to dress."
    "I guess it had better." Cameron chuckled, hugging her. He couched his next comment in his most flippant tone. "I was beginning to wonder if you cared."
    "I care." The assurance