“Is it true he has Ava tattooed on his balls?”
He laces his fingers with mine and rests our joined hands in my lap. “Not exactly. But close.”
“Like it’s on his perineum?” I tease.
Camden’s loud laugh fills the car, the sound making me feel lighter. “Fuck, I love you.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He chuckles. “Her nickname. And it’s right above his balls, yeah.”
I shake my head. “Jesus, you actually know the precise location?”
“Listen, I’ve seen more of those guys than I have of anyone else in my life, you included.”
Shifting his way, I scrutinize him. “You trying to tell me you gotthatclose with them.”
“No, baby girl, I never fucked around with my teammates. Other than a threesome a long fucking time ago, I guess,” he says. “Notwith War.”
“Let me guess—Daniel.”
His laugh is so beautiful, and I hear it more each day. “I think some things are better left in the past.”
I lean against the window and sigh. “What a smart observation, Mr. Snow.”
Eyes heated, he gives me a once-over. “Baby girl, you say my name like that, you’re going to get fucked.”
A thrill shoots up my spine. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?”
THIRTY-EIGHT
SAVANNAH
I pad around upstairs,going from room to room, a big smile on my face. How is this really my home? I’ve never had a home before. Not a real one. Not one where I was loved and wanted. Where I didn’t have to be quiet or hide my things.
Camden already cleared out half his closet, and it’s now filled with my stuff. We ate pizza in the closet while I unpacked, the cardboard box open between us. A bottle of wine and two glasses now sit empty on the shelf. I’m properly tipsy and excited for our first night in our home together.
Our home.
Giddy, I tighten my robe and head down the stairs.
Camden disappeared a few minutes ago to open the hot tub, so I head out back. The view is just as gorgeous as it was that first night. It’s wild to think about how much has changed since then. It’s only been two months, but already the man I thought was nothing more than a playboy—my future one-night stand—is now the love of my life.
The sky is an inky black lit by a smattering of stars and the moon hangs low over the city. The sound of the hot tub bubbling doesn’tquite drown out the sounds of the ocean thrashing against the retaining wall. And it’s snowing. Big, fat glistening flakes fall from the sky. God, this place is gorgeous. And it’s only made better when I find Camden seated in the hot tub, a cocky smirk on his face, eyes alight with promises of all sorts of dirty, naughty things.
“It’s official. This is my favorite spot in the house,” I tell him as I saunter closer.
“It’ll be mine too once you take off that robe and let me see what’s mine.”
My stomach tightens, delicious heat rushing through me. Still, I brace myself for the cold as I kick off my slippers and step onto the stairs leading to the hot tub. When I’m at the edge, I finally slip the robe off and place it on the side table. A table, I notice, with a heater on top of it to keep our towels, and now my robe, warm.
The man thinks of everything.
I’ve barely sunken beneath the surface when Camden is gripping my foot and tugging me through the water and into his lap. “New rule.”
I raise a brow.
“When we’re at home, I need to be touching you at all times.”
