But apparently this woman was not done defying his expectations or surprising him, because it wasn’t the door she reached for, but him. She reached for him at the same moment he reached for her. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to make her stay, but then her mouth was on his. She bumped his nose with hers and dislodged her glasses, which she yanked off with an annoyed little sound; then she kissed him again.
At the connection of their two bodies, his went on immediate overdrive. Before he knew it, he’d dove right into the kiss as if he hadn’t just been silently apologizing for all the others. He had one hand holding her head for his plunging tongue, the other inside her jacket, beneath her sweater, gliding his thumb over her breast, thrilling to the low, desperately hungry noises she made in the back of her throat. God. Her hands were just as busy, in his hair, on his chest, heading south, playing with the button fly of his jeans-
“How was that for a first move?” she murmured, pulling back.
He let out a breath. “I thought you were trying to get away from me.”
“Did that feel like I was trying to get away from you? Really?”
He looked into her glossy eyes, at her cheeks that were bright with color, at the mouth he could never get enough of, the one still wet from his, and felt boggled.
“If you can’t remember,” she murmured. “Maybe I’d better kiss you again.”
“Maybe you’d better.”
But she was looking around them, staring at the windows, which were completely steamed up, cocooning them in their own world. “How long were we at it?”
“I have no idea.” But he was going to need a minute before going back to the lodge.
Maybe two. He had to laugh at himself. At her. And then she was laughing too. Their eyes met, the laughter faded, and in the next beat they dove at each other again, hands fighting to get inside clothing-
At the knock on his window, Cam nearly bashed his head on the roof. “Jesus.”
“Who-”
“No idea-” Through the fogged windows he caught the tall outline of Stone.
Katie was working frantically in the opposite direction now, trying to straighten her clothes instead of getting out of them. Cam waited until she gave a nod, then turned the key and hit the button for the window, and met Stone’s cynical expression.
“You don’t care, huh?” Stone’s steady gaze flicked to Katie. Cam turned to look at her too. She hadn’t gotten her jacket zipped back up, revealing the fact that she’d misbuttoned her sweater. She looked like he’d cared all over her.
Stone chewed on his tongue a moment. “I got the call about your tire, Katie. I went to go check on you, to give you a ride back.”
“Thanks, but, uh, Cam found me.”
Stone’s gaze once again slid toward Cam, whose hair was probably as messy as Katie’s. His shirt was rumpled, and let’s not forget the boner he was sporting.
He looked like someone who cared a whole helluva lot.
Stone merely patted the door, gave Cam one last long look, then walked back to his truck.
“What did he mean?” Katie asked him.
“Did I ever tell you Stone’s got a drug problem? I keep telling him crack kills but…”
She laughed. “Cam.”
“Okay, he’s got early signs of Alzheimer’s.”
“Or…” she said, smile fading. “Shut up, Katie. Is that right?”
Or that.
“So this is like all the other times then?” she asked quietly. “Where I get too close and you need your distance?”
“I-” Christ, he felt like he was spinning. “Maybe. Look, honestly? I’m an ass.”
“I appreciate you realizing that.” She sighed. “But actually, this is my fault. I need to remember we’re just…What are we exactly?”
At the look that crossed his face, she put up a hand. “You know what? Never mind.”
Kicking his own ass, he started the truck and drove them back to the lodge. Katie started to get out, then turned to him, and he braced himself.
“I’ve made it pretty clear how I feel,” she told him. “I’ve told you I’m attracted to you. I’ve showed you I’m attracted to you. I’ve assured you that I’m not looking for a white picket fence and a diamond ring. At least not this winter, and not from you.”
He met her gaze, which was steely and determined and filled with frustrated affection.
Affection for him.
“I’ve told you all that,” she said with that inner strength he admired so much shining there. “And yet still you hold back. Why is that, Cam?”
He wished he knew.
And when he didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, she sighed softly, shut the door, and walked away. Wanting him but not needing him.
And the hell of it was, the stupid crux…it was him who needed her.
Katie kept herself busy. She rented out the snowmobiles when a group came by. She helped Nick get another group ready for a snowshoe hike. She arranged for a family reunion to take place up on Alpine Ridge. She worked on the books. And after all that, she was still stirred up, both sexually and temperamentally.
Cam had wanted her to make the first move. Well, she’d made all the first moves.
But she was done. If there was another move to be made before she left, he’d have to make it.
“Mail.” Annie tossed it down to her desk. She was back in her baggy clothes. Today’s apron read: