Page 165 of Home Ice

“Fine.” He gives me a light kiss. “Is that going to be before or after I strip you out of these clothes and have my way with you?”

“After.” I bite his bottom lip, and he groans in response.

Cameron splays his hand over my leg, slowly teasing his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “Then let’s get out of here.”

“Slow down, Cammy,” I laugh. “We just got here. We can’t leave yet.”

He sighs. “I’m punishing you tonight for teasing me right now. I’m already hard, baby girl.”

“You’re always hard.”

“Because of you. Only because of you.”

I kiss Cameron again and just smile at how much my life has changed.

I’m a completely different person now than I was four months ago.

I’ve spent my life being careful, not allowing myself to let loose and have fun. I still need to exercise caution, but not holding myself back entirely is incredibly freeing.

If I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be with Cameron now.

I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be truly loved, truly desired in a way only he can make me feel.

I enjoyed my life before, but I haven’t felt fulfilled until now. I thought hockey was all I needed to be satisfied, but as soon as I let my guard down around Cameron, I realized I wouldn’t ever be truly satisfied if I didn’t also have his love.

The world doesn’t see him the way I do. They don’t know him the way I do.

So only I know what a wonderful thing it is to be loved by Cameron Kovacic.

It’s a feeling I wouldn’t trade for anything.

And it all started with us having to share our home ice.