He pressed his body against hers, so hard and strong. She blinked, trying to focus, yet finding it impossible. His lips slid away from her jaw, his tongue flicking at her ear, then he pressed his mouth against the corner of hers.
“Say no and I’ll walk away,” he murmured, those teasing lips still hovering against hers.
“Cam, I…”
“Say it.” He curled his hand around her waist.
“It won’t work. The boys… I can’t just disappear one night.”
“Michael’s coaching on Saturday morning. Come over then.” He brushed his lips against hers, so softly she could barely feel it. But her body responded anyway.
“You want to have sex on Saturday morning?”
He grinned against her skin, his eyes flickering up to hers. “I believe it’s legal in all fifty states.”
“What happened to dinner?” she asked him. “To seduction, to wine, to soft touches and long glances?”
“I’ll take you to dinner,” he murmured. “Just say the word. You’re the one who doesn’t want anybody to know about us. I’d happily parade naked with you around town.” He pressed his cheek to hers. It was rough and warm.
All she knew was that she liked the way he was holding her. As though he never wanted to let go. Loved the way she could feel his desire pressing against her. He was so tall, so broad, so muscled. He could dominate her if he wanted to.
Did she want him to? The catch in her breath told her she did.
“Saturday…”
He gave her a half smile. “Yeah.”
“And then? What happens after that?”
He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “I don’t know,” he told her. “Does it matter? I want you, you want me. And on Saturday we both get what we want.”
She shouldn’t want him. And she definitely shouldn’t do this. Yet there was an inevitability to it. It started from the moment they met. She could fight it, try to push it away and forget all about Cam Hartson. But she’d been trying to do that for weeks, and all she’d had were sleepless nights.
“Nobody has to know,” she whispered, her hand clutching at his arm. She could feel the hard steel of his bicep flex as he held her.
“It’s nobody’s business but ours. I’m not going to tell anybody, and I’m pretty sure you won’t either.”
Running the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip, she lifted her gaze to his. Among the darkness and desire, she could see the truth there. He wasn’t playing games. He wasn’t offering her something he couldn’t give.
He wanted to give into his desire. The same way she wanted to submit to hers. It was so simple.
And so damn complicated.
“Okay,” she breathed, and a huge smile lit up his face.
“Okay?” he repeated.
“Yeah. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
He pushed himself off the wall, and the sudden rushing of air between them sent a shiver down her spine. “Until Saturday, then.”
Two tiny lines formed between her brows. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Because right now she really needed to feel him again. When his body was against hers everything seemed so easy.
“Nope.” He shook his head, and his eyes crinkled as he stared down at her. “I’m going to leave you wanting. If you want a kiss, be at my place by eight-thirty on Saturday.”
He turned on his heel and strode easily back down the path. Mia watched him, her mouth dry, her heart galloping like it was trying to win the Kentucky Derby.
Saturday. It was way too soon and too far away.