Chapter 8
Cam wore moccasins tonight instead of boots so they kicked off easily as he stepped free of his pants. Now totally naked, he prowled toward her, sleek and graceful as the big cats he hunted, powerful as the strong mules and horses he rode. For a big man, he could move very fast. One moment he was standing at the side of the bed, about even with her knees. The next he had a grip on both her ankles, spreading her legs apart as he shifted onto the mattress to kneel between them. Releasing his grip on her ankles, he slid both hands up her legs, the touch light but with iron inside the velvet clasp of his hands.
C.J. trembled from the combination of the fierce passion in his gaze, the reined power of his touch and the anticipation raging through her veins. When his hands finally rea
