He puts his arms around me. “I’m good. As long as I’m with you.”
Our eyes catch and hold. And I want him so much it hurts. But it’s more than lust. I feel so much for Cam Wild, and I don’t know how to tell him.
Like he knows what I’m thinking, Cam lifts off my t-shirt until we’re skin to skin.
“You’re so sexy,” he says to me as he drags my sweatpants off my hips.
As we kiss, the pain of tonight fades, and I can’t focus on anything other than this moment. And I love that. I love him. But I know it’s too soon to say those words. I think. I really have no fucking clue when you’re supposed to say it.
Cam slips off his boxers and grabs a condom out of his pants pocket. “You’re in charge tonight,” he says, urging me on top of him. “It’s all you, Savannah. You decide how much, how deep, and how fast. Okay?”
“But…” I freeze. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done this…”
“I’ll love every second of it. I promise you.” His eyes darken even more until they’re liquid with heat. “You could get me off by just rocking back and forth.”
I shift until he’s sliding inside me slowly. “Okay,” I say in a soft voice. “I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl.”
As always, Cam knows exactly what I need. To take back the feeling of control I always lose when I’m around my father. To feel empowered, and feminine, and wanted.
I clutch at Cam’s shoulders, and he grips my hips as I start to move up and down on him jerkily. He lets out a low curse and, in halting tones, he tells me how sexy I am, how good I make him feel, and how beautiful I am.
Gradually, I find a rhythm, and Cam’s groans drive me into a frenzy. When we reach release at the same time, I fall onto his chest and cry out his name into his neck.
“Thank you,” I say as I look into his eyes.
Cam’s gaze is smoldering. “Savannah, you are the best part of my life. Don’t ever think you need to change who you are for anyone.”
* * *
Cam and I pass Mama in the kitchen the next morning.
“Hello, Mrs. McMann. How are you?” Cam says.
She smiles. “Hi, Cam. Would you like some breakfast?”
“I’d love some, but I’m late for work.”
Mama insists on fixing him a bowl of hot cereal for the road.
After I kiss him goodbye at the door and return to the kitchen, Mama’s busy putting out my cereal and orange juice. And coffee.
“Thanks, Mama.”
She takes a seat with me. “How are you?”
I cover my neck with my hands, afraid I have a large hickey. “I’m fine.”
“What happened last night?”
It’s unlike Mama to be so direct.
“The Cannons won, and we’re in the playoffs.”
“That’s wonderful, sweetheart. I know this means a lot to you.”
“I’m excited. The first game is at home, and Cam’s cousins are coming.”
