Sexy, Single And Searching: Sexy, Single And Searching / Eager, Eligible And Alaskan

“That wicked twinkle in your eye.”

With the cool air and the dimness of the forest floor contrasting with the heat and brightness of Mack’s eyes, Cammie Jo’s body came alive like a blossoming flower.

“I would like to kiss you,” he said. “But I’m nervous about making the first move. Considering your cold feet and all.”

“That’s thoughtful of you.”

“That’s me, Mr. Thoughtful.”

“Mr. Full-of-himself is more like it.” She grinned.

“So what’s it gonna be? Do we get up, climb out of here and go find the others or…”

“Or what?”

“You tell me.”

She couldn’t stand any more of this cat-and-mouse stuff. She wanted to kiss him and that’s all there was to it.

Have an adventure. Live a little.

Cammie Jo wrapped her arms around his neck, sank to the ground and pulled him down on top of her.

CAMRYN WAS HUNGRY for him, oh yeah, but it was as clear now as it had been last night that she was no expert at kissing. And if she was a novice at kissing did that also mean she was a novice at lovemaking? Mack had trouble reconciling this—since Camryn was old enough and certainly sexy enough to have her pick of lovers—but he couldn’t deny her inexperience.

When he moved his lips from her mouth to the tender flesh at the nape of her neck and then sucked lightly on her skin she just about came undone.

“What? What’s that? What are you doing?” Her body tensed beneath his.

“Love bite.”

“You mean like a hickey?” She sounded horrified.

“Sort of. If I sucked harder it would be a hickey. But giving hickeys in places people can see is immature. I wouldn’t give you one without your permission.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to know.”

“No one’s ever nibbled on you like this?” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Nooo. Not quite like that.”

“How ’bout this?” He nipped a trail up her neck to her ear, breathing in the intoxicating scent of spruce and moss and sexy woman, then slowly rimmed her ear with the tip of his tongue.

She shivered all over and goose bumps sprung up on her exposed skin. “Is that what they call a Wet Willie?”

“Uh-huh, do you like?”

“Er…actually no.”

“I’m not driving you wild with anticipation?” No one had ever complained about his technique before.

“Personally, I prefer a Dry Herman.”

“What’s that?”

“No tongue in my ear!”

He chuckled. “You’re a hoot. And I like your honesty. No more Wet Willies.”

“Hey, down there. You two need any help?” Caleb’s voice rang out in the forest, ruining everything.

Mack rolled off Camryn and got to his feet. “Nope.” He shielded his eyes with his hands and looked up the embankment at the twenty-four people grinning down at them. “I think we’ve got everything under control.”

“Is that what you call it? Are you two joining us for the trek home?”

“We’ll be right there.” Mack sighed. Just when things were getting really interesting between them, well, except for the Wet Willie misstep. How far might things have gone if Caleb and company hadn’t shown up?

Not too far. You don’t have any condoms on you and it’s a sure bet she doesn’t, either.

They made their way up the hill back to the others, then finished the hike. Mack sat next to her on the bus ride back.

“How ’bout dinner tonight?” he asked. “I don’t know. I’m thinking not.” That surprised him. He’d expected her to say yes. “Those iceberg feet of yours again?”

“Something like that.” She smiled, Cheshire Cat-like.

Mack said nothing. He was confused. Did she like him or not? Her kisses had said yes, yes, yes, but now her mouth was saying no, no, no.

“Okay, fine.” He leaned back in his seat, folded his arms over his chest.”

“Oh, why not,” she said. “All right. I’ll go out with you.”

OH GOSH, what would she wear? Cammie Jo perused the dresses Kay had loaned her. They were all so beautiful, it was difficult to choose.

Lulu sat on the floor, thumping her tail and watching her try on first this one and then that one.