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  His free hand brushed the jacket off her shoulders. Wiggling some to assist, she sighed as the leather slid off and went to the ground. A brief chill swept through her, only because they had to stop kissing and separate some to get the job done.

  Seeming completely in tune with her, he drew her farther into his body, chasing off the cool air with his intense body heat. Kissing her chin, he trailed hot kisses down her throat, honing in on her pulse, licking at it. Thrilled, she arched her head back, exposing her throat.

  He grumbled, the sound deep, dark, possessive. His right hand skimmed at the hemline of her pale-pink tank top, his fingers skirting her bellybutton, coasting upward.

  Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she moaned when his palm covered her left breast. She stilled for a moment. She wasn’t overly endowed. Her bras were demure B-cups that gave her better cleavage with extra padding.

  Remy’s hand remained on her breast, though he lifted his head. “Eve, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she assured, trying to relax.

  “That’s not going to fly with me,” he warned suddenly. “If I’m not doing something right you need to tell me.”

  “You’re doing everything right. I’m hoping you’re not disappointed.”

  He arched a dark brow. “Disappointed in what?”

  “My breasts, they’re kind of small.”

  With that, his palm moved, cupping her flesh with ease and swiping her pert nipple with his thumb. He kept teasing her nipple, strumming it softly. Delightful tingles followed his touch, her nipple tightening.

  “To me, they’re just right. I’ll prove it.” As soon as he said that, he let go of her waist, grabbed her shirt and tore it up and off her, carefully setting it on the rock.

  “Remy! We’re in the open.”

  His right arm settled around her back, his grin was deliciously sexy. “I won’t let anyone see that your breasts are beautiful.”

  “You’re not even looking at them.”

  “Don’t need to, I feel them just fine. See, you fit me exactly right.” Shifting his hand a little, he covered her bare breast, the gentle, subtle rub of his palm across her nipple enticing her to thrust herself harder against his cock.

  His arm at the base of her spine tightened as he leaned inward, compelling her to arch backward. Watching his head dip, she gasped a split second before the hand massaging her nipple shifted, lifting her breast up to his mouth.

  Eve arched even more, thrusting herself farther into his damp mouth. His tongue curled around her ultrasensitive nipple, toying with her before sucking strongly.

  “Oh yes,” she uttered, bucking as much as she could, her feet scrambling for purchase on the hard ground.

  She didn’t care if someone happened by. She’d tell them to get lost. Remy’s mouth, oh, his clever, clever mouth, sucked her, delighting her. The strength of his arm at her back promised he’d never let her go.

  She could feel the heat of the campfire, yet she didn’t fear a thing, not with Remy as her guardian. He could be so charming and easygoing, but mysterious and serious about his profession.

  “Take me, Remy,” she invited.

  “I will soon,” he assured, turning his attention to her other breast.

  “Now,” she urged, jerking her hips to get his attention. “All you have to do is unzip your jeans, I’ll pull these pajama pants off and we’ll be one.”

  “There’s nothing I want more.” To prove it to her, he blew warm air on her taut nipple as he thrust into her, their clothes remaining a barrier, although her pussy responded with a rush of feminine arousal.

  “If you want it, come and get it,” she said, spreading her legs a little wider.

  “I’d have to get the pack of condoms out of my suitcase first,” he said. “I’d rather make you come. There are plenty of ways for me to fuck you.”

  Bringing her up to a sitting position, his arm eased up some around her back, his hand sliding around to her front. With a couple of wiggles and some shifting, he wedged his fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama pants. Kissing his way up her body, he caught her mouth in a French kiss so exquisite it stole her breath.

  Even as his tongue tangled with hers, his hand danced its way to her pussy, a long, calloused finger teasing, pushing into her vagina just a bit before drawing back to stroke her clit. Rolling her hips in unison with his finger, she moaned as pleasure consumed her.

  Remy eased back to rest his forehead against hers as his fingers continued to rub and tease her clitoris. Pleasure, molten hot, coalesced. Eve cried out.

  “More please, please,” she begged, relieved when his finger pushed into her, joined by another, two fingers thrusting.

  “Move with me, fuck my hand,” he coaxed, his fingers working deep, his thumb tapping her clit. He turned his hand, seeming to crook his fingers, striking an extremely sensitive spot and nearly causing her to buck off his lap. It felt so good!

  “Remy, omigod, do that again!”

  “This?” he teased, intentionally stroking her in such a way that she felt it deep in her pussy, the intensity of sensations causing her to dance and squirm. “Come on, give me what I want. Drench my hand.”

  Caught up in being finger-fucked, Eve came in a hot, drenching rush, leaving her shaking and breathless.

  Remy didn’t free her from his lap after she came. Not Remy, he was busy using his thumb to tease and tangle with her clitoris, purposefully ratcheting up her need to come again.

  Tension mounted stronger, breaking open in a wave of orgasmic relief. Slumping forward, she could barely move. His arms came around her, securing her on his lap, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

  Chapter Three

  “Promise me something?” Remy asked a few minutes later, the evidence of his arousal still very significant.

  “Anything,” she said, reluctant to move.

  “Promise not to doubt how beautiful you are to me. There’s nothing about you I find disappointing.”

  “I’ll try not to. You’re a sexy man who attracts men and women. How do I compete with that?”

  “You don’t. There is no competition. Who’s with me right now?”

  “Me,” she said.

  “That’s right. Who’s my lover?”

  “We haven’t had sex yet.”

  “Come on, Eve, we just fucked, even if it was my fingers getting you off.”

  “You’re my lover, Remy.”

  “That’s right. If necessary, I’ll change my Facebook and Twitter status to in a relationship with Evelyn Stratham so everyone who visits knows I’m taken, as are you.”

  “My following is insignificant compared to yours.”

  He drew back then, looking down at her. “The numbers don’t mean anything, you mean everything. See the difference?”

  “Wow, imagine that? Remy Sinclair, ghost hunter extraordinaire, is my boyfriend.”

  “I’m proud to call you mine, Eve. We’ve spent too much time denying how we feel.”

  “Think I made myself pretty clear,” she countered.

  “I heard you,” he assured. “Every time I dropped you off at your apartment after a friends-only date, I fooled myself into thinking I was protecting you by walking away.”

  “I know why you did it.”

  “The only thing I did was hurt you more than I intended.”

  “Let’s get beyond that and move on to what’s next for us.”

  “What do you think that is?”

  “Dousing this campfire, retrieving that box of condoms and heading inside the camper,” she answered.

  “Let’s get moving then. I should warn you, by morning, we’re likely to have a few bruises and scratches,” he said, kissing her then reaching down for her tank top and the jacket and helping her back into them.

  It took a few minutes to clean up the campfire area. While Eve put the food away, Remy filled a bucket with water and doused the fire. He didn’t walk away until he was certain it was safe.

  Once that was
done, Remy grabbed one of the lanterns and they made their way up to the bathhouse area, first trekking over to where the giant dumpsters were located, one for compost, the others for recycling and trash. With that taken care of they went to the bathhouse, separating briefly.

  Eve found Remy waiting for her outside when she was done. He looked so good standing there waiting for her that her pulse sped into overdrive, a curious little pang in her lower abdomen making her giddy.

  “Ready?” he asked, lantern in his right hand, his left extended. It was as natural as breathing to walk up and take it. There was so much she’d learned about him tonight and yet she knew there was more. She couldn’t wait.

  “Yes,” she said, his fingers engulfing hers. She was five foot seven, but being near Remy made her feel small and feminine.

  Hand in hand, they returned to the campsite. He made a stop at his truck, securing what was inside and taking out a box of condoms. On the way to the camper, he stopped and turned off the lantern he’d placed on the picnic table.

  At the kitchen, they stopped, brushed their teeth and rinsed. Opening the door to the camper, he reached in to flip on a light switch then turned off the lantern he carried, hanging it from an outside hook by the door.

  Drawing her nearer, he guided Eve inside the cozy camper. The bed itself took up most of the space, with a small flat screen-TV, an iPod docking station, drawers and storage places built into the walls. Two green sleeping bags and a couple of big pillows were stored at the head of the bed.

  Eve fluffed the pillows while Remy unzipped the bags, using one as a mattress cover, though the mattress had a fresh-smelling fitted sheet on it and the sage pillowcases matched. The other sleeping bag was folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

  There were windows on either side of the camper and two small diamond-shaped ones above the camper-sized HVAC system. Remy cracked open the nearest window to allow fresh Colorado air into the cabin.

  Overhead, the ceiling had inlaid lighting and the camper’s roof slopped in a gradual incline toward the headboard. It was cozy, the perfect retreat and she suddenly wished they’d spent more time in here than in basic hotel rooms before now.

  “Eve, are you okay with everything?”

  Finished making the bed and shuffling about, Remy sat back against one of the pillows, extending his legs out. He’d deposited the box of Trojans on a small shelf along the side wall, along with the package of cleansing wipes she’d given to him when they climbed into the camper.

  “Yes, I’m just a little nervous,” she answered.

  “You’ve no reason to be. Come closer. Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

  “I can do it,” she said, more than ready to get naked with him.

  “It’ll be more fun if you let me help. Don’t be shy with me, sugar.”

  Sitting up some, he dragged his black tee shirt up and off, chucked it and gave her an adorable finger wiggle that reminded her of Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing when he invited Baby to dance with him the first time.

  Heart pounding, she crawled across the space, all the while appreciating the gorgeous expanse of his muscled chest and sculpted arms. Tattoos were inked into his shoulders, a ghost with the name of his younger brother beneath on the left, a small castle and a feathered bow and quiver with arrows on the right.

  “Is the bow and arrow a tribute to the Wampanoag?” she asked.

  “It is. Do you like it?”

  “It’s very intricate. The feathers look so soft. I love the castle. Is it because you joined Druid Creek Castle’s BDSM club?”

  “Yes, how’d you know?”

  “Cassie, Sam and Morgan are members. They told me some get the castle tattoo after Phalen Maddox does his PI thing and vets their applications to join.”

  Curiously, she noticed a yin and yang symbol on Remy’s right pectoral muscle. It intrigued her, surprising her more because of something Morgan told her before she embarked on her trip with Remy.

  “I didn’t know you were into yin and yang, Remy.”

  “I got this shortly after Blair died,” he said, brushing his hand over the black-and-white tattoo. “He had a fondness for Bruce Lee and martial arts movies and this reminded me of him, as well as representing the dark and light within myself.”

  “Can I kiss it?”

  “Sugar, you can kiss anything you want,” he encouraged, catching her outstretched hand and dragging her the remaining distance between them until she was up close and personal. “Starting with my mouth and going from there.”

  “Thought you said anything I want,” she dared, dropping her eyes to his groin. His erection remained prominent. He needed some relief.

  Remy shuffled a second, a shuffling sound followed. Glancing behind them, she saw he’d kicked off his Crocs.

  “You offering to work me out with your sexy mouth, Eve?” he asked then unzipped his jeans. The second his fly was open, his big cock became visible.

  Eve’s mouth dropped open, she’d felt it happen. She was pretty darned sure she started drooling. From what she could see, his cock was huge.

  “I will if it’s what you want,” she said.

  Remy brushed his hand along his unfastened zipper, exposing himself completely. At first she was a little taken aback, he wasn’t circumcised.

  Boldly, he gripped his cock, brushing his hand up and down, manipulating his foreskin. He was not shy about it, he was proud, natural.

  “Come and get it, assuming you don’t mind that I’m uncut.”

  “No, I don’t mind.” She didn’t. With the way he’d brushed the foreskin to frame his crown, he didn’t look any different than other man, except, holy wow, he was much, much sexier.

  “You’re quiet, Eve,” he said. “We’ll slow down if you need us to.”

  “You’re a hunk, Remy. I’m appreciating what I see, trust me,” she assured, wanting him more with every second that ticked by.

  “Glad you think so,” he replied, making himself more comfortable against the pillow by tucking one arm behind his head, the other stroking his cock. “Eve, you’re killing me staring that way.”

  She didn’t realize she’d been staring. “I don’t know where to start. I want to kiss you all over.”

  “Then I should take these jeans off.” With little ado, he shoved the jeans down his legs, his cock looking heavy and large against his abdomen. “Move a little closer and I’ll undress you.”

  Heady with desire, Eve shifted up on her knees while Remy removed her comfy clothes, shoes and socks, having to move around a little until she was naked before him. Suddenly shy, she tried to cover her breasts and mound with her hand.

  Before leaving Massachusetts, she’d trimmed her pubic hair to a small triangle to look nice in the bikini she’d brought with her on the chance they’d go swimming during their road trip. But she wasn’t sure if Remy would prefer her to be completely bare.

  “Eve, shyness doesn’t come into our sex life,” Remy warned. “Take your hands away. Let me see what’s mine.”

  Eve arched her brow. “Possessive much, Remy?”

  “This is nothing compared to what you’ll deal with if you don’t show yourself with pride.” Pushing up on his elbow, he moved close enough to brush her right hand away from her breasts.

  “Remy…” she murmured, loving the way he gently cupped her right breast, rubbing her nipple, rushing nothing as he repeated the pattern on her left breast.

  “Your other hand, sugar,” he insisted. “Take it away or we turn out the lights and go to sleep.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Want to bet? Why would you be shy about this?”

  “Because my father’s rich as Trump, men tend to treat me as if I’m a porcelain doll who might break if they try something other than missionary position with me,” she answered.

  “I won’t treat you that way, Eve. I’ll bite, scratch, leave marks, lick your cunt and fuck you every way imaginable. That’s just for starters. Take your hand away and kneel with
your thighs spread wide.”

  Eve obeyed, dropping her hand and parting her thighs, waiting. Remy’s upper lip curled, much as a tiger that’d found a particularly tasty morsel to devour.

  “Wider,” he urged, taking gentle command as he reached out with one hand to brush it along her bare thigh, helping her.

  Trembling, not from fear but from desire, Eve kept her eyes on his face as his gaze locked onto her pussy. She felt vulnerable yet incredibly feminine and aroused.

  “If a bikini trim isn’t enough, I’ll remove the rest if you want,” she answered.

  “You’re fine the way you are. As far as I’m concerned, if you want to go bare, do it. If you prefer the trim, keep it. It’s your choice.”

  “Thank you. Can I kiss you?” she asked and he smiled, inclining his head.

  Wanting to do that very much, starting with his mouth and working her way down, she licked her lips in anticipation. Pushing up a bit more on his elbow, he used his free hand to stroke her hair back over her shoulder.

  He took his time, letting his fingers sift through her locks, as if he were memorizing this moment. When she thought he might not answer, he caught hold of her nape and brought her toward him, their mouths touching gently then quickly changing to an impassioned onslaught of need and greed.

  Remy might have seemed amiable when he reclined on the mattress, but there was no doubt in her mind who controlled who right then. His fingers tightened at her nape, the depth of his kiss increased, his tongue chasing hers, their kiss intimate, raw and sexy. Freeing her mouth, he tossed his head back, exposing his throat.

  “Explore,” he encouraged, the pulse in his throat tempting her to take a deep bite.

  Eve kissed his chin, letting her lips glide over his smooth jaw. Remy wasn’t an overly hairy man, but he had hair on his groin, under his arms and along his legs.

  She liked that about him too. She liked everything about Remy Sinclair.

  Working her way to his throat, she discovered his throbbing pulse, tapping it with her tongue then nipping him. Remy used the hand at her nape to push her face farther into his throat.

  Eve kissed him again, losing track of how many times she alternated between bites and kisses. Biting turned him on, she discovered, his legs scrambling some. He tasted faintly of wood smoke, s’mores and faintly of apples.