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  She sat quietly listening to the hushed voices in the kitchen, she heard Butch tell Dillon that she would not eat until she knew that he was all right. The four of them were like mother hens. Camille had decided she had had enough, she retreated to Dillon’s bedroom, once inside she leaned against the door her body shuddered with relief that Dillon was safe. She stripped her clothes off and headed for the shower, she needed to pull herself together.

  Daniel stood still and listened to Dillon recount what happened, and the questioning he got from the police. Dillon ignored Daniel’s menacing stare. “Zane I need you and Butch to work your magic on that plate I gave you, I would bet my last dime the car is stolen, but see what you can find out. Butch, if they find the car, I need you to work your contacts. I want you in that car. This feels different, I think we may have two unsubs, if that’s the case maybe it’s Bordereau after all and he’s got a partner.

  Dillon turned and watched Daniel carefully, he had his arms crossed over his board chest and he was scowling at him. “What’s on your mind Danny?” there was a long pause before Daniel spoke. “I want to know what’s really going on here.” Dillon gave him an incredulous look. “I have told you everything we’ve found out so far, this guy is really good at what he does, and the thing today well I just don’t know. The first attempt was sloppy but there was nothing left behind. It felt more professional. The second attempt was in board daylight, that’s not a good sign. It means he’s getting bold or whoever he’s working is getting bold and careless. We won’t be that lucky again.” Daniel dropped his arms and walked around the center island to stand in front of Dillon. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s going on between you and my sister? She was nearly hysterical when they brought her back here, she didn’t want to eat and she almost jumped out of her skin each time the phone rang. I asked her, she just says nothing is going on in one breath and then in the next she is saying it’s none of my business.” Zane and Butch watched as their two friends squared off. They would stay out of the way unless things got out of hand. This had been a long time in the making and they needed to get it out in the open one and for all.

  Dillon went to the refrigerator and started removing the ingredients to make a sandwich. “There is nothing going on between Camille and me. She was right about one thing, it’s none of your business if there where something going on. We need to catch the bastards that are trying to hurt her. Go home to Tina and I’ll keep you posted.” Dillon wouldn’t make eye contact with his best friend. How was he supposed to tell Danny that, he wanted Camille so badly that his body actually hurt? You didn’t tell your best friend that you wanted to fuck his sister senseless. Of course there was more to it than that. However, he didn’t think that would go over so well. Besides he didn’t want to get into it with him or anyone else for that matter. What he felt for Camille was no one’s business. Daniel shot him a disgruntle look, he wasn’t going to let it go. It was Zane who stepped in between them. “Listen, it’s been a long day for all of us. We need to concentrate on the matter at hand; which is who the hell is trying to hurt Camille. Let’s stay on point shall we.”

  Daniel backed off. Zane was right as usual and deep down he knew Dillon would put himself between Camille and a bullet. There was no one he trusted more to look after Camille. Daniel knew that Dillon felt something more than friendship for Camille, it started when she was sixteen. Dillon seemed to look at her differently than he had before. Daniel watched Dillon fight whatever he was feeling. In addition, he knew then that Dillon would never act on it. Things were different now she was all grown up. Dillon had a dark side Daniel had seen it for himself in their younger years they did things that made him cringe when he thought back on it now. He didn’t want to see Camille hurt, that was the bottom line. He decided to let it go and go home to his wife.

  Once his friend was gone Dillon set about finishing the sandwich he was making for Camille, he still remembered her favorite turkey on rye with hot mustard, he place some fresh fruit in a bowl he poured some fresh orange juice. He moved to the drawer by the stove and found silverware along with a linen napkin to wrap the silverware in. Once he was done, he put everything on a tray and headed upstairs. He would take a shower and then make sure she ate.

  Camille stood under the hot spray of water and just cried, the relief she felt that Dillon was safe was overwhelming, she hadn’t realized just how worried she had been. Just thinking about it started a new wave of tears. She would get it out of her system before she saw Dillon again, she knew he hated to see her cry and he would not like it if he knew she was upset because of him. It would only make him think he was right about not being the right man for her, that his life style was too dangerous and he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. Worrying about his safety kept her from thinking about the fact that someone out there wanted her dead. Was it Luc? He’d threatened her before when he was drunk out of his mind. But to actually go to the trouble of coming to the states just to harm her. That didn’t sound like Luc; he would have already found someone else to obsess over.

  Camille turned off the water and grabbed a large towel; she stepped out of the shower and set about drying off, then started brushing her hair and after that smearing on her favorite scented lotion, the scent of jasmine always made her feel better.

  When she was done, she wrapped the large towel around her body and secured it by tucking the ends in between her breasts. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dillon sitting on the side of the bed, his hair was damp and he was wearing sweatpants and a loose fitting tee shirt. He flashed her that killer smile that made her insides melt. Dillon was tall dark and insanely handsome, his rugged good looks made her mouth water.

  “Hey, I thought you might be hungry, so I made you your favorite turkey on rye with lots of hot mustard.” Camille looked at him; he was relaxed even after everything they had been through earlier in the day. He made her want things she knew he would never be willing to give. She wanted commitment and she even thought she wanted children, In that one single moment, Camille knew what she wanted, no what she needed and that was Dillon and if that meant for only one night she would take it. She gathered her strength as she walked over and stood in front of him. Dillon tracked her movement and when she was just a few feet away, he caught the intoxicating scent of her body lotion. The scent of jasmine filled his lungs and made his mouth water.

  She was more upset than he thought; she only used the special scented lotion when she was trying to make herself feel better. She should have a lifetime supply, because every Christmas they all took turns buying her the insanely expensive lotion. That thought shook him, the realization that he knew this beautiful, fragile young woman better than he knew any female. If he where honest with himself he never wanted to know any woman that well, keeping things causal was all he wanted from women except for Camille. From her he wanted her happy and safe and if he admitted it, he wanted her all to himself. He could be a possessive bastard and he wanted nothing more than to be the only man in her life, worshiping that sexy body of hers.

  Suddenly he snapped out of that train of thought to see Camille slowly come closer, when she was standing directly in front of him, she stared into his eyes. Without saying a word she lifted, her left hand to the towel wrapped around her body and loosened where it was tucked. In one swift movement, the towel fell to the floor pooling around her ankles. Dillon looked at her naked before him. Her dark nipples where hard pebbles. He let his eyes move over her body, down her smooth flat stomach to her core which to his surprise was waxed clean of any hair, she couldn’t know how much that turned him on. He wanted nothing to interfere with his exploration of that part of a woman. He noticed the skin there was so very smooth and glistened with moisture and all he wanted in that moment was to drop to his knees and worship her until she screamed his name.

  “Dillon.” She got his attention when he heard his name. He looked up into her big brown eyes; he saw the longing and need in her eyes. They were dark
with desire.

  Without saying the words, she was pleading with him she was just as desperate for this as he was. He had fought his need for her so long that once just once he wanted to indulge the almost unbearable need he had to be deep inside her, he wanted to lose himself in Camille. “Cam you need to think about this.”

  Camille stepped closer and reached out to take his hand. She pulled him to his feet and then she put her hand on his chest. Camille marveled at the hard muscle of his chest, and the feel of it under her hand. She stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips gently against his, before pulling back she licked his bottom lip. Whatever will power Dillon might have processed slipped away as he hissed and wrapped his arms around her naked body he pulled her close as he took her month with a possessiveness he could no longer hide. Camille opened her mouth letting him in as their tongues dueled with each other. They were both riding on extreme desire and nothing else.

  Dillon broke their contact, never taking his eyes off her, as he began to strip his clothes off. Pulling the tee shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor, then he slid his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and lowered them slowly down his muscular thighs. When they pooled around his ankles he stepped free of them, kicking them to the side. Camille gasped when she saw his body with its hard edges and smooth angles. Her eyes dropped to his erection that was hard and thick, the mushroom head purple and swollen, he was huge she wondered if he would fit. Her mouth watered as she watched a bead of pre cum at the tip of his cock she wanted to drop to her knees and take him deep into her mouth. Savoring the taste of him would be like heaven. She’d read enough in books to know the basics. She wanted to please Dillon and prove that she wasn’t a little girl, but a full grown woman.

  Dillon stepped up to her and pulled her into another kiss that took all reasonable thought away. He kissed her softly at first and then he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving deep into the warmth and sweetness of her month, their tongues mating. Camille moaned her pleasure.

  Dillon lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed, he kissed that tender spot between her neck and shoulder, working his way down to her collar bone and then to her breasts. He licked around the nipple, gently blowing on it making it pucker and harden even more. He took the tight bud into his month and suckled; Camille lifted up arching her back to shove her nipple deeper into his hot, wet mouth.

  Dillon moaned deep in his throat, she tasted like heaven. Camille ran her fingers through his thick hair, holding him to her breast. Dillon lifted his head, long enough to take her other nipple into his mouth giving it the same attention as the other. The sensations running through Camille’s body where like nothing she had ever experienced before, having Dillon’s mouth on her was better than any fantasy she had ever had. When he was finished, driving her insane he took his time slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses down her body until he was where he really wanted to be, he needed to put his mouth on every inch of her. He spread her legs wide getting a better view. He looked up at Camille; she had her eyes closed that wouldn’t due. He needed to know that she was right there with him and that she was on board with everything they were about to do.

  Camille, look at me he said his voice huskier now from his desire for this sexy woman. Camille obeyed his command. When he had her full attention, he took his tongue and licked through her folds then he circled her clit and Camille almost came from the sheer pleasure of it. “You will watch me eat my fill of you; I want you to see how sweet you taste on my tongue.” His erotic words had Camille’s whole body trembling. He used his tongue slowly wanting to prolong every moment. No woman ever felt or tasted like Camille, he could spend forever savoring her honey sweet taste on his tongue.

  Camille was sure she was going to die from such intense pleasure and when she said his name, it was as if she had opened a floodgate. Dillon sucked her clit into his wet mouth and Camille saw stars, he kept up the even pressure until Camille’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, rolling over her entire body it took her higher than she had ever been before and its intensity was cataclysmic. Her body trembled from the sheer ferocity of her climax. How was she going to live without the pleasure only Dillon could bring her? Nothing that she ever did to herself would ever compare to what he was doing to her.

  She was still riding the wave when; she heard Dillon’s deep voice. “Cam, what about birth control?” He said as he came over body. Suddenly, Camille was back in the real world. Opening her eyes to stare at Dillon. He was waiting for an answer; it was obvious they weren’t going any further until she answered his question. His green eyes seem to see right through her. I... I’m not on any birth control.” Suddenly Dillon was coming to his senses. It was as if someone had thrown ice cold water on him. He was searching his brain; he didn’t have any condoms in the house. He never brought women to this place so there was no need for condoms. He made himself a mental note to pick some up the next chance he got. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat up; running his hands through his hair. “I guess we have a problem, I don’t have any condoms here.” He turned to look at her; he needed to know why she wasn’t on some kind of birth control? Condoms weren’t full proof. They protected a person from sexually transmitted diseases if they were lucky. Was she having unprotected sex? That thought froze his blood in his veins. The fear he was feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before.

  Camille sat up pulling the comforter around her body. Now she was nervous she was going to have to tell him the truth. Before she could say anything. Dillon spring up and started searching for his sweat pants. When he found them he, jerked them up over his massive erection. “Please tell me that you’re not going around having unprotected sex; do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” He was standing with his hands on his hips glaring at her. He was mad as hell. “That’s really not a problem for me.” she said in a quiet voice. “What the hell is that suppose to mean? I know for a fact that your mother made sure you had all the info about birth control when you were twelve. Damn it Cam what the hell are you thinking?” Now Dillon was pacing back and forth next to his bed. Camille would have found his reaction funny if he weren’t so mad. He walked over to the large wardrobe and began rummaging through draws. When he’d found what he was looking for, he walked back over to her and handed her a tee shirt. “Here, put that on. We need to talk and you need to eat.” Camille looked up at him; his green eyes were pale green now he was mad as hell with her. She took the tee shirt from him and pulled it over her head. This is really not that big of a deal, she said after she had the tee shirt on and it was covering her. Dillon whipped around and glared at her. “What the fuck do you mean it’s not a big deal?” Camille got out of bed and stood in front of him. “Because I’m a virgin that’s why.” Dillon blinked several times as he watched her carefully. “What did you say?” Camille took a deep calming breath. “I said I’m a virgin. You know someone who’s never had sexual intercourse.” He was still trying to process what he was hearing. He ran his fingers through his hair. Sitting down on the side of the bed he continued to look at her. “I’m sorry Cam I didn’t know; I just assumed. Camille walked over and sat next to him. “Well, it’s not like I broadcast that kind of information about myself to anyone who will listen, you know.” Dillon needed to talk about something else while he tried to assimilate what he’d just heard. “So, what about Luc Bordereau? You were dating him right?” Camille gave him a bewildered look. “How did you know about Luc? I didn’t tell anyone about him. Oh my god! Did Danny have me followed while I was in Paris? She was getting just as mad as he’d been a few minutes earlier. “No, it wasn’t Danny it was me. I had a friend who is stationed over there and I asked him to keep an eye on you. Then he would report back to me.” Camille just stared at him. She didn’t know whether to throw herself into his arms or to scream in frustration, because he still didn’t see her as an adult. “Why would you do that?” She asked trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. “Because I worry about you Cam. I’ve worried about you sinc
e your were just a little girl, I’m not sure why I worry about you so much.”

  In that moment Camille knew why he worried about her; because he cared for her. “I need you to tell me about Bordereau and your relationship. What went wrong and if it’s possible that he’s here stalking you.” Camille wasn’t surprised that Dillon thought it was Luc, it made perfect sense. If she were honest with herself, deep down she thought it could be possible to. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, as the memories began to come flooding back. She hadn’t told anyone what really happened between her and Luc.

  I met Luc a few weeks after arriving in Paris. I knew about his reputations for women, drugs and drink and not necessarily in that order. I was so flattered that he was interested in me; I didn’t realize until it was too late why he was so interested. I was a trophy to him; after he found out I was a virgin to deflower. He tried romancing me when that didn’t work, things began to get nasty. He started stalking me. A month before I was to leave he came to my flat and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He... He attacked me and I fought back. If my neighbor hadn’t come to my rescue when he did, I don’t know what would have happened. In the end I had bruised ribs and a black eye. His father had him committed to avoid the scandal it would have caused.”

  She wasn’t going to tell Dillon that she only started dating Luc to try and forget about him. It didn’t work. And here she was with a very angry Dillon.