She felt a hot pulse of need shoot through her.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about me, too.”
She opened her mouth, her breath catching in her throat. “I have,” she told him. “I’ve thought about you a lot.”
“Then come over again next Saturday.”
“Cam, I…”
“Don’t over think it. Just say yes. Same rules as before. Nobody has to know.”
Her nipples were hard and achy, pressing against the soft fabric of her pajamas. She thought of how he’d sucked and teased them with his tongue. He was a man who knew how to please, how to coax pleasure out of her.
Her thigh muscles clenched at the memory of him teasing her there.
“I’ll think about it.”
He let out a chuckle. “Okay. Think about it, and then say yes. Because we’re good together, you know we are.”
“I should go to sleep.”
“Are you in bed?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you wearing?”
It was her turn to laugh. “Good night, Cam.”
“’Night, Mia,” he replied, his voice good natured. “And just so you know, when I want something, I always get it.”
“Yeah, but you’ve never been against me before.”
He laughed. “No, I haven’t. You might have raised the stakes, but I’m still playing to win. I want you and you want me. This needs to happen.”
“We’ll see.” She ended the call with a smile, because it felt damn good to be chased. Especially by a man like Cam Hartson. Her self confidence had taken a knock over the past few years, and it felt like it was slowly being rebuilt, brick by brick.
The boys were happy.
She’d gotten a job and was making progress with it.
And now a man who could have any woman he wanted was chasing her. Whatever happened, she was determined to enjoy the feeling.
She lay back on the pillow, a smile pulling at her lips. She’d ice her shoulder in the morning. For now, she wanted to enjoy the warm, pleasant feeling breaking over her body.
And think about Cam Hartson for a little while.
Chapter Seventeen
“You wanna tell me why you’ve got some k
id from your team pushing a lawn mower out there?” Logan asked, lifting his mug to his lips and swallowing a mouthful of coffee.
“He’s paying off a debt. That’s the kid who dented my car. He asked me if he could work off the invoice instead of his mom paying it. I said yes.” Cam shrugged and poured himself a cup, glancing out of the window at the yard. “To be honest, I’m running out of work to give him. Any ideas?”
“You could send him to the farm. I’ve always got work there.”
Cam lifted his eyebrows. “That’s not a bad idea.”