red
undies and matching lace bra. He swiped his hands down her arms and
legs, turned her and did the same down her back, stopping
periodically to wipe the little fuckers from his own
limbs.
She bounced on one foot and clawed at
the other. “My feet are so itchy.”
In a tone as calm as he could muster,
he said, “I can’t help you if you don’t stop jumping around like a
kindergartner at recess.”
Maggie put her foot down, raised her
other and gave it the same clawing treatment. “Why are my feet so
itchy?”
“ It’s your body reacting
to the venom.” Cam framed her face with his hands. “Your lips are
swollen. Are you allergic to ant venom?”
“ I don’t think
so.”
He dragged her toward his tent, but she
jerked from his grasp.
“ What if they’re in your
tent too?” she asked.
“ Unlike you, I’m not dumb
enough to leave food in my tent.”
“ I did not leave food in
my tent,” she said with conviction.
He gave her a sidelong
look.”
“ Fine.” She huffed. “Maybe
a little bit of that energy bar.”
He laughed. “If it’ll make you feel
better, I’ll move my tent away from yours. Okay?”
Maggie’s jaw dropped. “They have
legs.”
“ Would you go to a
restaurant you knew had no food?”
Cam yanked the tent stakes up and
dragged his tent away from hers then escorted her around the tent.
Using a flashlight, he showed her there were no ants and ushered
her inside and did the same inspection. Maggie looked barely
convinced but conceded since her only other option was to stand
under the moonlight in nothing but bra and panties.
She sat in the center of the tent and
clawed at her feet. Cam threw her one of his T-shirts and retrieved
an EpiPen from his backpack. He waited for her to put on his shirt
then crooked his finger.
Tilting her head, she gestured to the
item in his hand. “What’s that?”
“ EpiPen. I always have one
with me. I’m allergic to bees.”
Maggie scurried to the corner. “I don’t
do needles.”
Smiling, he crawled toward her. “Not my
problem.”
“ I’ll kill you if you put
that thing in me.”
He cocked his head and gave her a
sultry smile. “Isn’t that what you’ve wanted from the start? Me to
stick it in you?”
Her brows furrowed. “Now you
flirt?”
Seizing both her wrists in one hand, he
jerked her close. She wiggled and kicked but he handled her as if
she were an inanimate object. “I hate you!”
With an arm barred across her chest, he
raised the needle over her thigh. “Can’t have you dying on me. I’m
too lazy to carry your dead weight the rest of way.”
“ That’s so
sweet.”
She looked so damn sexy when she was
mad. “Are you ready?” He delayed intentionally, loving every minute
of her torture.
“ Wait. My feet aren’t
itchy any more. They feel much better. Yes. Yes. I’m
good.”
Cam’s smile widened.
She reached but he lifted his arm.
“What if you get stung by a bee?”
“ Unlike you, my reaction
would be severe. This wouldn’t help me. I’d be dead in
minutes.”
“ Then why do you carry
it?”
“ If I’m not in the middle
of the woods, miles from civilization, it’d give me time to get to
the hospital.”
“ I don’t need it.” Maggie
shook her head. “I don’t want it.”
“ Sorry, babe.” He drilled
the needle into her thigh.
Her body jolted. “Bastard!”
“ It’s your own damn
fault.” Cam tossed the empty canister at his backpack, sat on his
butt, and draped his forearms over his slightly bent
knees.
Maggie hugged her knees into her chest.
“There’s only one sleeping bag.”
Yup. She had no recognition of her
surroundings. “It’s October in Texas. It’s close to eighty degrees,
if not warmer. I don’t need a sleeping bag. You take it.” He laid
down facing away from her, using a bent arm for a
pillow.
“ I can still feel them
biting me.”
“ It’s your imagination. Go
to sleep.”
Cam sensed she made a face at his back.
She was entertaining if nothing
undies and matching lace bra. He swiped his hands down her arms and
legs, turned her and did the same down her back, stopping
periodically to wipe the little fuckers from his own
limbs.
She bounced on one foot and clawed at
the other. “My feet are so itchy.”
In a tone as calm as he could muster,
he said, “I can’t help you if you don’t stop jumping around like a
kindergartner at recess.”
Maggie put her foot down, raised her
other and gave it the same clawing treatment. “Why are my feet so
itchy?”
“ It’s your body reacting
to the venom.” Cam framed her face with his hands. “Your lips are
swollen. Are you allergic to ant venom?”
“ I don’t think
so.”
He dragged her toward his tent, but she
jerked from his grasp.
“ What if they’re in your
tent too?” she asked.
“ Unlike you, I’m not dumb
enough to leave food in my tent.”
“ I did not leave food in
my tent,” she said with conviction.
He gave her a sidelong
look.”
“ Fine.” She huffed. “Maybe
a little bit of that energy bar.”
He laughed. “If it’ll make you feel
better, I’ll move my tent away from yours. Okay?”
Maggie’s jaw dropped. “They have
legs.”
“ Would you go to a
restaurant you knew had no food?”
Cam yanked the tent stakes up and
dragged his tent away from hers then escorted her around the tent.
Using a flashlight, he showed her there were no ants and ushered
her inside and did the same inspection. Maggie looked barely
convinced but conceded since her only other option was to stand
under the moonlight in nothing but bra and panties.
She sat in the center of the tent and
clawed at her feet. Cam threw her one of his T-shirts and retrieved
an EpiPen from his backpack. He waited for her to put on his shirt
then crooked his finger.
Tilting her head, she gestured to the
item in his hand. “What’s that?”
“ EpiPen. I always have one
with me. I’m allergic to bees.”
Maggie scurried to the corner. “I don’t
do needles.”
Smiling, he crawled toward her. “Not my
problem.”
“ I’ll kill you if you put
that thing in me.”
He cocked his head and gave her a
sultry smile. “Isn’t that what you’ve wanted from the start? Me to
stick it in you?”
Her brows furrowed. “Now you
flirt?”
Seizing both her wrists in one hand, he
jerked her close. She wiggled and kicked but he handled her as if
she were an inanimate object. “I hate you!”
With an arm barred across her chest, he
raised the needle over her thigh. “Can’t have you dying on me. I’m
too lazy to carry your dead weight the rest of way.”
“ That’s so
sweet.”
She looked so damn sexy when she was
mad. “Are you ready?” He delayed intentionally, loving every minute
of her torture.
“ Wait. My feet aren’t
itchy any more. They feel much better. Yes. Yes. I’m
good.”
Cam’s smile widened.
She reached but he lifted his arm.
“What if you get stung by a bee?”
“ Unlike you, my reaction
would be severe. This wouldn’t help me. I’d be dead in
minutes.”
“ Then why do you carry
it?”
“ If I’m not in the middle
of the woods, miles from civilization, it’d give me time to get to
the hospital.”
“ I don’t need it.” Maggie
shook her head. “I don’t want it.”
“ Sorry, babe.” He drilled
the needle into her thigh.
Her body jolted. “Bastard!”
“ It’s your own damn
fault.” Cam tossed the empty canister at his backpack, sat on his
butt, and draped his forearms over his slightly bent
knees.
Maggie hugged her knees into her chest.
“There’s only one sleeping bag.”
Yup. She had no recognition of her
surroundings. “It’s October in Texas. It’s close to eighty degrees,
if not warmer. I don’t need a sleeping bag. You take it.” He laid
down facing away from her, using a bent arm for a
pillow.
“ I can still feel them
biting me.”
“ It’s your imagination. Go
to sleep.”
Cam sensed she made a face at his back.
She was entertaining if nothing
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