“Vannah.” Cam grabs my hand to keep me from moving. “How are you?”
“Good.” I step away from him, realizing my office door is half open.
Craig’s already at the rink, so I’m the only one left in this part of the building. I shut and lock the door, and then I gesture to the couch. “You want a seat?”
Cam sits down, and I join him.
“Why do you look so nervous?” His eyes flash with vulnerability. “We had an amazing night.”
I look down at my hands. “We did. At least, I did. And I didn’t know…”
“Savannah.” Cam tips my chin up with his finger. “Last night was incredible.”
I flush with warmth. “It was.”
“And I want to keep spending time with you like that.”
“You do? So it wasn’t a one-night thing?”
“Of course not. I like you a lot. So…” Cam cups my cheek in his hand and puts his lips over mine.
He tastes so good, and butterflies take over my stomach.
“You’ve got practice,” I say into his mouth. “And I need to be there too.”
“I know.” His voice is low, and he nibbles my lower lip. “But it can wait for ten minutes. Or fifteen.”
I put my arms around him, and he lies back and brings me on top of him. I glance over to my windows, but the shades are already drawn for the night. Nobody in the world could see us.
“No one was around when I came in here,” Cam whispers in my ear like he can read my mind. “Not a soul. They’re all at the rink.”
“They are.” And I want him so much it hurts.
“You’re safe, Savannah.” Cam unhooks my bra. “We’ll be fast. Well, as fast as we can be when I want to do lots of dirty things to you.”
I pop open his jeans. “Can I suck you?”
He groans. “You’re seriously asking for my permission? You can do that whenever you want to as much as you want to.”
I lean over until I can take him into my mouth. And he feels so good; I keep going until he’s muttering curse words and begging me to suck harder. When he comes, another piece of my heart opens.
I never thought I’d like giving a blowjob, but I like everything about being with Cam. And I don’t ever want it to end.
* * *
The Cannons win their next game. One more win, and we’re in the playoffs for the first time in six years. Of course, tonight’s game holds extra meaning because it will mark the first time the Colorado Caves have come to Minnesota since my father began coaching there.
It’s only seven thirty a.m., and I’m already breaking into a nervous sweat. I run into Molly on my way to the kitchen.
“Scared me!” I say to her.
“Sorry. What are you so jumpy about?” Before I can answer her, her eyes widen. “Oh, my God! Tonight’s the game, isn’t it?”
I nod. “Aren’t you and Celie coming?”
“Well, since he was so interested in seeing me and all…” she says in an irritated tone. “But I do feel unfinished. You know?”
“Of course, Mol. I’m not even sure what I’m going to say. I just know I have to at least see him.”
