Norah already had Cam’s sport coat off and his shirt untucked by the time they stumbled their way inside his loft. He spun her, using her body to shut the door, then pressing her up against it, cursing when he couldn’t dislodge the bolero jacket.
“Give me just a second,” she gasped, breathless as he ran his hands up her hips, around to cup her ass.
The floor abruptly shifted beneath them. Norah hung on, shielded from the sudden earthquake by Cam’s body.
“Down. Down, damn it!”
Not an earthquake. Hush.
Norah reeled a little as Cam let her go and reached for the dog, who’d jumped up against his back in greeting.
“Get the damned jacket off. I’ll take care of her.” He yanked open the door again and dragged a whining Hush down the stairs. “C’mon girl, there’s bacon downstairs. You want som
