“I love it,” he says. “So I make the time. My sales job is flexible, and it’s given me great contacts and resources. I’ll take calls in my garage and then go right back to work. If I’m not playing hockey, I’m doing this.”
“Cam, this is incredible.” I put my arms around him. “I know it will be a success. It looks like it already is.”
“It’s been a great side job for a while now,” he agrees. “But I’m getting ready to go all in with it. That’s been the scary part.” He scans his garage. “I’ve got two shovels somewhere, but one’s a mini.”
He pulls them out to show me, and I start laughing.
“Two-for-one special—five bucks,” he explains as I grab the smaller shovel. “We can switch if you want.”
I shake my head. “That’s okay. I’ll do the walkway while you shovel the drive.”
The moon is so bright I can see clearly. Cam lives at the end of a dead-end street, so it’s very quiet. Nobody’s out and no cars, either. It’s a beautiful night.
By the time we finish, the snow has stopped.
“Looks like it was the perfect time to shovel,” he says.
“I think you should be a fortune-teller in another life,” I tease him. “You’re probably the only person in town who sensed just when the snowfall was going to stop.”
We go back inside, and Cam hangs my coat up next to his.
We settle on his living room couch, neither of us speaking. It’s so quiet that all I can hear is the clock ticking on the wall.
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip and swivel to face him. Cam sucks in a breath as we study each other.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper to him.
“I can help you with that,” he says as he moves closer to me.
“Oh, really?” My voice comes out husky.
“Oh, definitely.” He kisses my neck, and then his hands are underneath my top.
He kisses my mouth, slowly and methodically, as he unhooks my bra. Cam takes his time as he helps me pull off my top, and then his lips close over my nipple.
“Savannah,” he says into my skin. “Unbutton your jeans.”
I do what he says, but when he pulls back to drag my pants down my legs, I bite my lip.
“We can stop.” His hands freeze. “Let me know what you want, Savannah.”
“I…” I clear my throat. “I want to…keep going.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
My face is flaming hot by the time my pants hit the ground. But when my underwear lands on top of my pants, I don’t know what to do next.
I go to cover myself. But Cam catches me by the hip. “Savannah.” His eyes are filled with longing, and I lose some of my self-consciousness.
“You’re gorgeous.” Cam’s voice is soft and sweet. “I just need to…”
His mouth is between my thighs before I can shriek. My immediate squeals just make him chuckle into my sensitive skin, and I reach for his hair to try to pull him away.
But then he does this thing with his tongue, and holy heck, my head drops back against the couch cushion.
“Cam. Oh, God.” I grip his hair harder than I plan to. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
