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fullness of him filling her with the heat of his breath on the back of her neck made her toes curl. He dug his fingers into her hips as Cree slid all the way down to the base of his body then ground and rolled her hips.
    He embedded himself to the hilt and she was stretched almost beyond her limits. Cree tried to breathe through her nose but it was impossible. Instead, she blew out a long steady breath. Her muscles continued to tighten around him as she rose with the same unhurried speed as when she came down. She bit her lip almost to the point of pain to keep quiet.
    The pace of their lovemaking was torture. It was his fault. This was his idea, and now all Cameron wanted to do was pound her. Cree continued to rise and lower her body agonizingly slow. He shifted ever so slightly, then lifted into her at the same time she came down on him for a deeper penetration.
    Her orgasm was building, but so was his. Instead of picking up the pace, Cree continued to writhe and grind her sex into him in drawn-out and painfully slow strokes.
    She whispered his name and arched her back. “Cam…I…”
    He knew. He took her mouth in his as she mewled and spasmed around him. Her body squeezing his pushed him over the edge too. Moments later, he released himself inside of her. They stayed in the same position, connected for a while. He held her close to his chest until after their breathing returned to normal. He grinned and spoke softly into her ear. “I think I’ll travel by train for the rest of my life.”
    *****
    Cree had been living in New York for several weeks now and hated it. She wasn’t used to so many people. She also wondered why everyone was always in such a hurry. What shocked her the most was how much she missed her broken down Kia. Having to take the bus everywhere was driving her crazy. Still, she was determined to make it work. A week after she’d moved into Cameron’s one bedroom flat, he started his residency and was rarely home. When he was home, he was typically dog tired. Their roles had reversed. He was the one working ten and twelve hour shifts with only a few hours in-between to rest. There were days when he would just sleep at the hospital.
    Cree had gone from working a full-time and a part-time job to nothing. She felt somewhat guilty for already being restless. She was still a couple of months away before her classes would begin in the fall. Summer was just starting! What in the world was she going to do with herself? So far, her days consisted of reading a lot of books and taking a yoga class at the local YMCA. Melody would probably die of laughter if she knew that.
    She had just finished class and stepped out onto the sidewalk. It was such a lovely day. The sun was shining high above, but the oppressive heat and humidity of the previous days were missing. Instead of taking the bus home from yoga, Cree decided to walk, and people watch.
    The outrageous things she saw daily were still a shock to her system. One guy wore cowboy boots and a hat that lit up while playing a guitar in his underwear. He garnered a lot of attention. All Cree could think was, did anyone have a pair of jeans they could give him?
    As she continued to walk amongst the throngs of people, her eyes lit up. It was as if Christmas had arrived in June when she spotted a fabric store. Sewing had always given her a sense of peace and calm. The last time Cree fired up her sewing machine was right before Cameron came home and changed her life forever.
    She quickened her step and crossed the street. When she finally arrived at the store and went inside, it was a giant warehouse filled with rows and rows of fabric for as far as her eyes could see. Cree was so giddy about her find that she had to call and tell someone. She tried Cameron first, knowing that he was probably on rounds. Of course, it went directly to voice-mail.
    Two seconds later, she called Melody. She immediately picked up and the sound of her voice on the other end was more than