Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes #3)(69)

“Please, Cam, please take me . . .” she moaned.

He captured her lip with his teeth, then soothed it with a swipe of his tongue, making her writhe beneath him. And then he didn’t make her wait any longer.

After he positioned himself against her womanhood, she felt him push against her, and she pressed upward, encouraging him to enter her.

With a hunger he wasn’t trying to hide, he drove inside her, burying his solidness deep and nearly sending her over the edge. Pleasure surged through her as she yielded to his command.

With each thrust he gave her, she climbed higher, screaming out his name as he gripped her backside and showed no mercy.

And with one more thrust, she was tumbling over the edge, soaring in ecstasy while her body convulsed around his manhood. With a cry tumbling from him, he slammed against her, their flesh slick, their cries of pleasure in perfect harmony.

When the last of her tremors died away, she felt the weight of him on top of her, and she didn’t want him to move, didn’t want this moment to ever end. It had been perfect—it was still perfect.

Sometime after her breathing came back under control, he spoke. “I needed that,” he whispered as he slid off her. He immediately reached for her and pulled her against his side.

“I know what you mean,” she sighed. “Why in the world did I ever fight against this?”

“I’m sorry I was cold when you first got here. It’s been a strange month. I just . . . I don’t want you to keep pulling away from me.”

That admission warmed her heart. “I’ve messed up, Cam—a lot, where you’re concerned. I let old hurts from the past influence what I did and said. I didn’t look to find the full story, and I hurt you. I’m sorry, but I’m going to make it better.”

“I don’t want you taking all the blame on yourself, Grace. I have my own burdens to bear, and I know I share equal responsibility for the things that went wrong between us. But I want us to be partners now, to not hold anything back from each other,” he said, lifting her chin and making her look into his eyes.

“I can’t help but take on most of this. But I’m going to make it right—I’m going to fix this,” she told him.

He was quiet for a moment, but he wouldn’t release her eyes. “How do you plan on doing that?”

“I’m going to let you do what you do best and get the bad guy.”

The surprise in his eyes delighted her. She didn’t normally ask for help, but she knew she needed him for this, and she also knew she could count on him.

“It’s about time you realized how much you need me.” He stopped talking as he kissed her for a long moment before freeing her lips and looking at her with lust shining from his dark gaze. “I’ll have all the necessary papers filed tomorrow.”

Their talking stopped. And Grace didn’t mind in the least—not while Cam was showing her exactly what she’d been missing each night she spent away from his bed.





Grace stretched her arms wide and smiled. The morning sun was shining, and it looked as if all of her problems were over. No one had left threatening notes at her place, the case against her had been dismissed, Jimmy and his fiancée were no longer together—Kitty had figured out he didn’t have any money—Vince was well on his way to free room and board in a state prison, and she and Cam were nearly perfect.

Life was better than it had been in a very long time.

Jumping from bed, she showered and dressed warmly against the lingering crispness in the air, which was hanging on for dear life to the last moments of spring.

As she emerged from her home, she wondered what Cam was up to. He’d probably taken his morning jog already, and was currently getting ready to ride off to his offices to effect another dramatic rescue.

He was good at his job—excellent, in fact. If it weren’t for him, she’d probably be either sitting in a jail cell or out on bail, waiting for a trial that could go either way. There was no way she would have found the evidence that linked Vince to the embezzlement. She very likely would have been convicted, and she’d have forever blamed her mother for setting her up.

Grace wasn’t forgiving her mother for all the years of bitterness and envy Victoria had subjected her to, but she had finally begun to realize that there was always a story behind every action. Maybe someday Grace could talk to her mom, could ask her what her story was. It wouldn’t be today, but she had a feeling she would eventually have that conversation.

She reached the spring-fed creek in about fifteen minutes and sat down. It had been another favorite place of hers on her ancestors’ homestead. One of the things she loved best about the creek was the fact that it ran through her property and went all the way to the Whitmans’. If it had been just a little bit faster and wider, she could have taken an inner tube and floated down to his place.

Instead, he and Grace had walked alongside the stream in the height of summer, when the days were hot and they had too much time on their hands to kill. Those were the memories that had made growing up in Montana a blessing instead of a curse because of who she had been born to.

Cam had been a part of her life almost from her earliest memories. They had started out as friends, had then gone through a period where they couldn’t stand each other—since boys were filthy creatures—and then they became friends again.