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“I’m not jealous,” he interrupted. “But if you go within five feet of him, you’ll be responsible for a premature ending to Chasing Ruin’s tour.”

“How do you figure?” she asked rubbing her nose along his neck and nibbling on his ear.

“Because,” he mumbled as his hands roamed the length of her back dipping under her shirt seeking contact with her bare skin. He loved the feel of silky skin under his fingertips and he couldn’t wait to taste that same skin—every fucking inch of it. “I’d probably break my hand when I punched him and I know the label wouldn’t pleased if I damaged my playing hand or with the negative publicity.”

“Well, I certainly don’t want that, especially when it’s my job to stop that kind of nonsense from happening.”

“Exactly, so you should do what I ask at all times,” he said, his hands moving over the sexy curves of her body.

“You think?” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair.

He grinned. “Within reason, of course. I’m not a complete asshole, you know.”

“Hm…and what do you want me to do right now?”

“Come to my room.”

“Is that a demand?” she said as her lips brushed across his.

“It’s whatever will get you to my room faster,” he said because he was done resisting her and delaying the inevitable. “I’ll even say please if you want me to.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she murmured suggestively next to his ear.

She arched into his touch and that little movement caused an explosion of lust in his body that had been building all night long or maybe since she told him that he looked like shit at lunch a week ago. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, pulling her through the crowded casino floor toward the elevator so quickly she almost tripped trying to keep up with him.





CHAPTER TWELVE





The minute he opened the door to his hotel room, Cam practically pushed her through the entrance and kicked it closed with his foot. He stalked toward her, circling his arms around her body. She didn’t miss his appreciative stare and she knew there would be no stopping this time. Finally.

His lips collided with hers, catching her in a deep, urgent, exploratory kiss that left her mindless and her lips tingling. His mouth demanded everything and her mind and body complied, surrendering to his every whim no matter how inconsequential. At this moment, she’d give him everything.

Within an instant, his hands were everywhere—running through her hair, wrapped around her hips tugging her closer, under the hem of her shirt. He successfully orchestrated a skillful assault that lit her body on fire from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Tearing at her shirt, he yanked it over her head and tossed it on the floor.

“Take off your shirt,” she whispered as she frantically pulled at the buttons, her hands shaking like she couldn’t wait to get her next fix.

Grinning, he stepped back and stripped off his shirt. Wow, he looked amazing. Black slashing tattoos curled up his toned arms, but his chest…she’d never get sick of looking at it. Her ex thought he was god’s gift to women, but he didn’t even compare to Cam. He looked like an unformed boy in comparison.

Taylor’s gaze traveled the length of his body, soaking in every curve and bulge, resting at the hint of a tattoo just inside the ridge of his left hip. Her mouth went dry at the thought of tasting every delicious swirl of the tattoo playing peak-a-boo under the waistband of his pants. Taylor stepped forward, trailing kisses across his chest down to his abs, his beautiful muscles contracting under each graze of her lips.

Groaning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up so she was at eye level again. As his impassioned gaze roamed across her chest, she smiled inwardly, loving how much she affected him. It made her feel powerful and sexy. His hands grazed the tops of her breasts, moving slowly around her body to her back, unfastening the clasp with practiced grace. As he guided the black lacy bra from her shoulders, she watched it fall to the floor.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes burning into her.

His hands cupped her breasts as his thumbs brushed across her nipples, her body arching of its own volition. She couldn’t control her reaction to this man even if she wanted to. She was doomed from the moment he focused all of his high-octane attention on her.

Slowly, his hands drifted from her breasts along the contours of her stomach and every single one of her pleasure-stung nerves convulsed under his calloused fingertips. Overwhelmed, she leaned into him as she felt the button of her jeans pop open followed by the slow slide of her zipper. He pushed her jeans and her panties down her hips and then her legs, his mouth trailing the descent with openmouthed kisses, slowly—too slowly—until he reached her strappy heels.