“But,” he said, putting his forehead to hers.
“Good as the sex is, it’s not everything.” Shakily, he pushed away from the counter and her incredible body. His knees trembled, dammit, proving that while sex wasn’t everything, it came really, really close. “Cami, I l-”
“Wait!” she gasped quickly, panicking again.
SHE WASN’T READY for this. But-and there was that word again-if she came right out and told him how terrified it all made her feel, how she needed some time, what would happen?
A man like Tanner James didn’t just sit around and wait for a woman to make up her mind.
Bending, he grabbed the towel she’d discarded and wrapped it around her. Gently, he pushed her into a chair. Then he opened his mouth, but before he could speak she covered it with her hand.
Patiently, he tugged her hand free. “Cami, I love you.”
“I…have to sit.”
“You are sitting. Cami, you should know, this is the for-keeps kind of love.”
From behind the closed kitchen door came a distinct whoop.
Dimi’s whoop.
“See?” she heard Dimi say. “Did you hear that? I told you I wasn’t making it all up.”
“It’s a miracle.”
Cami thunked her head on Tanner’s chest and groaned. “That’s my
She felt the shock reverberate through his system and knew why. Two minutes ago they’d been having some pretty wild, fairly noisy sex against the cabinet. No one could have missed it.
“Your mother? Right out there?” He looked pale. “That door isn’t locked!”
Given his state of undress, she could understand his panic. “Grab your pants,” she whispered, securing her towel.
Tanner shoved a leg in before he realized his jeans were inside out. Staggering against the counter, he tried again.
“It’s too late,” Cami said miserably. “She knows everything, she’s psychic when it comes to Dimi and me, and your shirt is on backward.”
Tanner stared at her in horror. “Your mother knows what we just did on this counter?”
“Oh, stop worrying about us and finish talking,” the woman in question shouted into the kitchen. “Cami, tell him you love him back. Then get decent. I want to meet this new son-in-law of mine.”
Tanner’s eyes widened. He looked more than pale. He looked positively faint.
And Cami wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “Aren’t you tired of ruining my life yet, Mom? Go work on Dimi for a change.”
“She’s next.”
“Are you kidding? And miss this?”
Tanner scrambled to fix his shirt but the tag stuck up in the back. His hair stuck up, too, but that was from Cami’s fingers. He looked rumpled, frustrated, a little unnerved, not to mention sexy as hell. And just looking at him made Cami’s heart tip on its side.
What did she do with such a huge, gorgeous, incredibly sensuous man who looked at her as if she was his entire world? “Tanner-”
“Just say yes,” her mother said through the door. “And hurry up, would you? I drank too much tea and I have to hit the toilet, but I don’t want to miss anything.”
“I’m sorry,” Cami whispered.
Tanner sent her a weak smile. “You did warn me about her being controlling.”
“Hey!” Her mother’s voice sounded in protest. “I’m on your side, Tanner- What’s his last name?” she whispered to Dimi.
Wrapped in her towel, Cami sank to the floor and groaned in misery.
In front of her appeared two bare feet. Two bare, masculine feet. Then Tanner crouched down before her and pulled her hands from her face. “I’m guessing we’ll have to finish this later.”
“Did I mention I’m sorry?” she asked miserably.
“You mentioned.” Reaching out, he stroked her cheek. “But you have to admit, you’re more relieved than anything else.”
“Relieved at my mother embarrassing me?”
“Relieved at her timing.”
“Her timing is pretty off, thanks.”
“Cami, be honest. You aren’t ready to talk to me about this.”
She looked deep into his warm, accepting eyes and had to do as he asked. Had to be honest. She cared about him, deeply, but the rest…simply terrifying. “Okay, I’m not quite ready,” she whispered.
He nodded, and before he stood, he leaned in and kissed her.
For just a moment, she clung to his big, tough, beautiful body because she needed him. And it had nothing to do with the incredible sex. She just wanted to hold him and have him hold her.
But he pulled away. “Remember,” he said softly. “No matter what your mother says, you know what you want. Don’t be afraid to go for it.
Or not, as the case may be.”
God, he wasn’t saying goodbye, was he? Just because she needed some more time to face…
“Tanner?”
“Don’t ever back off from what you want.
Promise me.”
“I promise,” she whispered. “But-”
He put a finger to her lips. “No buts, remember?”
And then he was gone, bravely opening the kitchen door to face her mother.
He introduced himself to the dying-of-curiosity woman and smiled at Dimi before vanishing out the front door.
12
TANNER SPENT the weekend at home. He had things to do. His choices consisted of handling the paperwork coming out of his ears, going grocery shopping or watching the ball game. He chose none of the above.
Instead, he sat slouched on the couch watching the shadows dance over the ceiling. For the first time in his life he’d let someone in, except she didn’t want in.
Did she think she was the only scared one?
Figuring he deserved at least a moment of self-pity, he closed his eyes and tortured himself with memories.
Cami opening the door to him that first day, wearing sleepy eyes, pouty lips and a blanket.
Cami diving after her cat to save a damn spider from becoming Annabel’s next snack.
Cami indignant and furious after her dates from hell.
Cami, her gaze rich and warm and right on his as he made love to her.
“Women trouble.”
Tanner nearly leaped off the couch. His father stood at his feet holding a tray. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re so far gone you didn’t even hear the door. I’m bearing food, so don’t get all pissy on me.” He sank to the couch and offered the tray, which was filled with hot tamales and icy beer. “So…let’s hear it.”
“Angels are getting their butts kicked.”
“Not baseball, boy. I meant your women trouble. Or should I say
“I’m not having trouble.”
