I kiss his neck. “Definitely all good.”
His mouth finds mine. “Thank you for trusting me, Savannah.” His words come out rough.
I raise my head as I reach for the zipper on his jeans. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” I say shyly. “I hope that’s okay.”
He groans. “You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is coming from you. The fact that you want to do this with me lights me up inside.”
I reach inside the waistband of his black boxer briefs and wrap my hand gently around his hard length. I don’t dare look, but he feels larger than I’d anticipated.
“I won’t break, Savannah.” Cam’s teeth graze my bottom lip. “You can stroke me harder than that.”
So I do. I run my hand up and down, squeezing as much as I dare.
* * *
Cameron
I curse. Savannah’s hands on me feel so good, so fucking good.
“Squeeze me harder,” I urge her. “Just like that. That feels fucking amazing.”
I can’t hold back with her. I feel the orgasm starting at the base of my spine, and I kiss her hard as she continues to stroke my dick.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Keep going.”
When I come, I bury my head in her shoulder. It takes me a few seconds before I can even move.
Because shit, Savannah just gave me the best orgasm of my life.
I wasn’t expectingthat. We didn’t even have sex, and yet—the way she touches me is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I take her face in my hands, and I kiss her. We kiss for a long time, and I didn’t know it could be this way, so tender and hot at the same time.
I was supposed to be teaching her about sex, not the other way around.
“You’re full of surprises, Savannah.” I kiss her neck. “I love that about you.”
She smiles and we slide underneath the sheets.
I wrap my arms around her and fall asleep.
* * *
In the morning, we grab coffee and beignets at the bakery in town before driving home to Climax.
“Big game tonight,” I say as we pull into Savannah’s driveway. “Are you coming?”
“Of course.” She gives me a warm smile. “And Craig sent me a text this morning that if you win tonight, he’s giving the team tomorrow off from practice.”
“Well, that’s even more incentive to win,” I say. “Because you and I are going on another date tomorrow night. And if we don’t have practice, I can pick you up even earlier.”
She leans in to kiss me. “Score a lot of goals then.”
I’m still smiling as she gets out of the truck and waves one last time before heading into her house.
Then my phone rings.
And my good mood disappears.
