Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes #3)(40)

It felt like fire ripping up and through him as wave after wave of his hot pleasure spilled into her mouth. His entire body locked up as he felt himself pump over and over again, and with her lips clasping him tightly, she swallowed his essence.

Shouting her name, he gripped her hair and shook until the last drop slipped down the delicate curve of her throat. Their eyes connected again as the last of his ecstasy began to ebb.

“This isn’t over, Gracie. I still need to be inside you,” he sighed, suddenly weak from the pure pleasure she had just given him.

She sucked him once more, her red lips holding him until the very last second, and made him jump from the sensation of it. Cam tried to gain his breath, tried to move, but he needed just a moment. He hadn’t had that powerful an orgasm in . . . not since he’d been with her eight months earlier.

“Only you, Grace. You’re the only one who can make me so weak,” he told her as he reached for her.

Before he could take hold, she backed up and then stopped, tying her robe and looking down at him with satisfaction.

“Was that good, Cam?” Her question was so sweet.

“It was amazing. Let’s go to my room. It’s not nearly over,” he said, already feeling his body stirring again.

“Good. We’re even.”

Cam sat there a moment, totally baffled. She was halfway up the stairs before he figured out exactly what was happening. Payback from this morning.

“Grace!” He caught up to her and pinned her against the railing, his arousal already growing again. “I just said this, and I’ll say it again: This isn’t over.”

“Yes, Cam, it is. You can be the one to suffer now. I wanted you inside me this morning, and now you can think about the fact that you could have had that.”

She leaned in and kissed him hard, her lips demanding against his, making him forget what they were talking of or fighting about. He didn’t seem to know anything anymore, she had his mind so messed up.

Surprising Cam once again, she pushed away from him and climbed to the top of the stairs, and the last thing he heard was the click of her door shutting and the sound of the bolt slipping firmly into place.

He moved to her door and leaned against it. “You’re going to suffer just as much as I will tonight,” he called out to her.

“It will be well worth it,” she called back.

With a groan, Cam crossed the hall to his room. Hot damn if she wasn’t the sexiest woman he’d ever known. There was no way in hell he was letting her get away from him.





Grace should have felt better, should have felt some sense of peace. After all, she’d finally gotten one up on Cam. But her victory was hollow. She’d spent just as much time as she was sure he had in just the same way—aching, lonely, needing to feel something.

So her victory had been short-lived. There was now no doubt in her mind that she was on a fool’s errand, trying to fight against the man who had stolen her heart so long ago. But what did time matter, when it seemed so endless?

After throwing on some clothes, she made her way down the stairs of his impressive home, all the while listening for the sound of his voice. It was soon obvious that she was here alone. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she walked into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee.

After a few hours, she paced Cam’s place restlessly. This was ridiculous. She certainly wasn’t a prisoner. Just because he’d insisted on her coming there, that didn’t mean she had to stay. Her best friend would soon be home, and she could go there if she couldn’t return to her apartment.

For that matter, she was sure that Sage would let her stay at her place even though she wasn’t home. Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner? Putting on a jacket, Grace stepped onto the front porch and looked at the sky, seeing clouds gather in the distance.

A spring storm seemed to be brewing. No matter. She’d been through many of those before. After making her way to her car, she slipped her key into the ignition and turned. Nothing. She tried again. Again nothing.

“Dammit!” Hitting her hands on the steering wheel in frustration, she pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed Cam.

“I hope you slept as poorly as I did last night” was how he answered.

“You tampered with my car? Really, Cam? Was that necessary?” There was no time for pleasantries.

“I didn’t touch your car, Grace. Maybe it’s just old and the battery died.”

“I don’t believe you. For some reason, you’re trying to keep me trapped at your place.” With that, she hung up, knowing it wasn’t going to do her any good to argue with the man.

But she wouldn’t be held captive. Stepping from the car, she looked again at the sky. Yes, it looked ominous, but she’d been born and raised in Montana, and a little rain wasn’t going to kill her.

Sage’s property couldn’t be that far away. They’d driven from her house the week before and it hadn’t taken them long to arrive at Cam’s. She looked in each direction, smiling when she spotted the road she was sure they’d come in on.

She began her walk, too stubborn to wait for a mechanic to come and fix her car. She noted the trees were starting to change from ugly brown to new green, buds reaching for the sun, wanting to open, and animals peeking out from the burrows that had kept them safe during the snowy months.