Her lips curled up. It was nice that somebody cared. “It’s not that bad. Just twinges when I roll it backward. I think my days of pretending to be a windmill are over.”
Cam laughed. “You need to do some cold compresses. Do you have an ice pack in the house?”
“I think so. My son plays football, remember?” She had a whole first aid kit full of things to mend his scrapes and bumps. Plus Josh wasn’t exactly Mr. Graceful. “I just can’t remember if I put it in the freezer when we got here, or if it’s still in the box.”
“You can use a pack of frozen peas or beans instead. Wrap it in a thin towel and ice for twenty minutes. Do it a few times and see how it is in the morning. I can come over and look if you’d like.”
“I bet you could.”
He laughed again. “I’m being serious. I know a little about muscle injuries. And for the record, I’m fantastic at massages.”
“It’d be fun explaining to Michael why his coach is in my bedroom rubbing me down.”
“I could do it quietly.” Cam’s voice was sugary low.
“I’ll go with the peas. But thank you.” How the hell did he always manage to make her smile?
“Okay, but I was serious about next Saturday. I think we should schedule in a recurring appointment. It’s going to take a few sessions until you’re fully rehabilitated.”
“Are you scared I’m really going to sue you for ten thousand dollars?” Mia asked him, leaning back on the headboard, then wincing when her shoulder twinged.
“No, Mia, I’m not scared of being sued. And if I’m honest, you’d be worth every cent. Not that I’m planning on paying.”
“I wouldn’t take it anyway. This morning was a mutually beneficial transaction.” She pressed her lips together, remembering how good he’d felt inside her.
“Yes, it was. And I think we should do it again.”
“That’s a really bad idea,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“Because today was a one off. If we do it again, it means…” She sighed. “I have no idea what it would mean.”
“Maybe it means we had a good time and want to do it again,” Cam said, his voice soft. “And I know it’s just semantics, but technically you didn’t get under me.” He echoed Joanna’s words. “You were against me. Between me and the tiles, but not under me. So maybe we should remedy that. I’d hate for the rehab to fail.”
She was silent for a moment. The only sound in the room was the soft cadence of her breath.
“Mia? You still there?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“What about?”
“You,” she admitted.
“That’s good, because I’ve been thinking about you all day.” The low tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking?”
“I guess I do.”
“I’ve been thinking about how fucking beautiful you looked in my shower. How amazing you felt when you came all over my cock. And I’ve been driving myself crazy remembering how sweet you taste. I want to do it all over again.”
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 kid 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.”
“How old is he?” Logan asked, leaning his long arms on the breakfast bar. “He’d need to be over eighteen, or have his parents’ permission.”
“Fourteen. And he doesn’t want his mom to know he’s doing this. So the permission thing is a no go.”
Logan gave a low whistle. “You’re going behind his mom’s back? Isn’t
