“You look nice,” I say in a rush of words.
Cam’s gaze goes to my pink chiffon top peeking out from my open coat. He swallows. Twice.
“You’ve been killing me all night, Savannah.”
“I’ll take it you mean ‘killing you’ in a good way,” I joke.
“Definitely in a good way.”
He leans across his seat and brushes his lips against my cheek. My palms start sweating and I clench my jaw.
“Are you all right?” He catches me by the wrist.
“Fine.”
He searches my expression. “Are you maybe a little nervous still?”
“Nervous?” I give an anxious laugh. “No.”
Cam grins. “Okay. Let’s get out of here, ‘Ms. Not Nervous.’”
But still he doesn’t move. And before I realize what’s happening, he leans in and kisses me on the lips.
Holy crap.Cameron Wild just kissed me on the mouth. Not with tongue or anything, but his lips alone are enough to get my legs shaking. Luckily, I’m sitting down.
“How was that?” His breath tickles my skin.
“G—” I clear my throat and try again. “Good.”
He kisses me again, even more softly than the first time. “That’s good,” he whispers.
I stop breathing. “Uh-huh.”
“Take a breath, Savannah.” He cups my cheek with his hand.
I exhale.
“Okay?” His dark eyes lock onto mine.
“Yes. Thanks.”
“You ready?” He smiles at me as he puts the car into drive.
Not even close.
* * *
“Is your head feeling better since this morning?” he asks as we drive.
“Much,” I say. “Thanks for taking care of me last night.”
“Your sister’s sweet. She looks out for you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You met Molly last night?”
“I couldn’t find your bedroom. She told me which door it was.”
“Oh.” I wonder what else she told him.
