I waited a beat. And then screamed. "Holy shit! Eeeee! I'm cold! Cold, cold, cold!" I dived on the bed, grabbed the covers and wrapped them around me. I was in my bra and panties and shivering my ass off. My teeth began to chatter. Somewhere in the room, I heard Cameron laugh. When I felt that I wasn't going to freeze to death, I peeked outside of the blanket, found him kneeling by the fireplace. Broad shoulders, big, strong muscles on his back. Big, strong muscles on his back. Big, strong muscles— "It'll warm up soon," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "You can come here and warm me up." Cameron sent me a look over his shoulder. And smirked. The bed dipped as he climbed on it. Like a hundred-year-old turtle, I pulled back inside my shell blanket, still shivering a little. He lifted one side of the blanket and poked his head in. He was grinning. I scowled. "I adore you, Kara," he said softly. "I'm embarrassed. I was trying to be sexy." "You are the sexiest woman alive." "Noooo." I covered my face with the pillow. "I mean yes, I am!" I could feel my cheeks burning. He laughed when I grabbed his arm and let me pull him inside the blanket, pushing him on the bed as I jumped on top of him, tucking my head under his chin to hide my face from his curious eyes and curled against him like a cat. His arms wrapped around me. "Be quiet, Cam." When he didn't say anything, I smiled and burrowed deeper against him. "You're so warm. Let me steal some of it." "You can have all of it. Better?" I nodded, savoring the warmth emanating from him, and the scent. God, his scent. "So, Kara," he started, his voice teasing. "What were you trying to do?" "I was trying to see if I could turn off the lights with my mind. Telekinesis. You've heard of it?" "Is that right?" "Stop. You're teasing me." "Am I?" I pulled away, flattened my palms on his superhero chest and propped my knees on his thick, hard thighs to lift myself up, giving him a shut-up-peasant glare. It didn't work. He was too sinfully beautiful, too big and powerfully built, and under my palms he was real. And mine. His hands cupped the back of my thighs, stroking up and down in a rhythm that aroused. I writhed under his palm, wishing he'd touch me higher, higher, just there where I needed him to, but it seemed that he was teasing after all because his hand never strayed up. "I've been wanting the fuck out of you all week," he whispered. Just like that I was on fire. I curled my hands around his shoulders, holding onto him and trying to find my balance when I felt my knees buckle. We'd both been very busy this week. The text messages and phone calls were a band-aid, but nothing could compare to having him in the flesh. He was the cure. "Are you tired? "Not at all. You?" "No." I cleared my throat. "I'm not. I'm not tired at all." "In that case." His smile was fast and sharp as he gripped my hips, sliding my weight so that I was under him and he was on top of me. "Let me fulfill this fantasy I have of you." Butterflies. All over the floor. The windows. The walls. "Do you know," he murmured, mouth hovering over my ear, "what I think about every time I see you at your desk at the office?" I shivered deliciously. "Why don't you show me?" I clung to his broad shoulders, my heart going crazy in my chest at the sensual promise I could feel in the way his arms held me, in the purposeful steps he took. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I was all for it. I was nervous, a little scared, but ultimately eager and excited at what this night held for us. I glanced up at him, admiring his profile, the masculine curve of his jaw. I wanted to bite it to see if it was as sharp as it looked. His eyes slowly shifted down to my face and caught me looking. A slow crooked smile appeared on his pretty mouth. "I will, Kara." The pulse in my neck jumped. My God. He's so hot. I gasped when he placed me gently on top of his desk. The cold hard surface was such a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. His roughened palms clasped my thighs, and I spread them for him willingly. He stepped closer. "Damn. You wore the white lace again." I closed my eyes, goose bumps spreading on my skin when he lightly ran the pad of his thumb over my nipple. The fabric of my bra somehow made the sensation more intense. "You like it?" I choked out. He was lazily tracing circles around my breast. "Let me show you how much. And this time," he leaned close, "there's nothing to hold on to but me." My heart skipped a beat at the dark promise in his voice. Slowly his fingers stroked down my arm, down to my wrist where he caught it and lifted it to his mouth. His lips were warm and soft as he laid a kiss on my skin, inhaling deeply. "Wonder where else you smell good?"