a few more minutes until she heard the sound of a Range Rover stopping outside her door. “Uh, listen, I gotta go, Darce. I’ll see you sometime, okay?”
“Sure! Why don’t you stop by the shop next week? Maybe you can pick out a present to unwrap for Cam for Christmas.”
Darcey, along with her adoptive sister Sarah, ran Blackstone’s only lingerie shop, Silk, Lace, and Whispers. “Ooh! I like that idea. I’ll definitely come by.” After saying goodbye to Darcey and hanging up, she bounded toward the door, opening it before Cam could knock.
It was twelve on the dot, and he was already standing there, one hand raised halfway. The sight of him and the sheer force of the attraction she felt made her want to get down on her knees to thank whichever god had sent him as her mate. “Hey, Cam,” she greeted, trying to sound casual and not too pathetic.
Those smoldering blue-violet eyes drilled right into her. “Good morning, love.”
She braced herself against the door to keep from melting into a pool of mush. That sexy voice and yummy accent was too much. “Don’t you look nice,” she commented.
His hair was tied back, and he had his usual gold-rimmed glasses on, but instead of the khaki rangers uniform, he wore a blue sweater over a white collared shirt, jeans, and boots. A leather jacket was slung casually over his shoulder. Did nothing look terrible on this man?
His face lit up. “So do”—his gaze dropped down to her chest—“uh, you.”
“It’s my second favorite Thanksgiving sweater,” she said proudly. “Like it?” There was a cartoon turkey on the front, and underneath it said “Pluck me.”
“It’s … interesting.”
“No need to be polite. Tell me what you really think about it.”
“Is this a trick question?”
She chuckled. “I promise I won’t get mad.”
He shook his head. “What is with you and these ridiculous jumpers?”
“It’s my way of getting into the holiday spirit. Don’t you—oh!” She gasped when she found herself pinned up against the doorframe and Cam’s arms wound around her. Before she could protest, his mouth descended on hers, and she really almost did melt into a puddle at his feet.
His lips were warm and surprisingly soft, and though he was more subdued today, it didn’t lessen the desire zinging through her system. When his hand shoved into her hair and pulled back, she found herself opening up to him, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. His scent, his everything was just so overwhelming, and she was tempted to pull him in and drag him by the hair to her bedroom. As if by mutual agreement, they released each other at the same time.
“Sorry … I, uh …”
“Your glasses are fogged up,” she said with a giggle.
“Ah, yes.” He quickly took them off and wiped them on his sweater.
J.D. wasn’t sure why he wore them in the first place, and she didn’t miss how he evaded that question last night. Who are you, Dr. Cameron Spenser? she wondered.
As much as she was suffering from a case of lady blue balls, she couldn’t disagree with his sound logic about not sleeping together again. The sex had been out of this world, which made it distracting. They hardly knew each other, and last night only proved that. No, she wasn’t jealous over the Darcey thing, but taking it slow should help them navigate any more pitfalls.
Since her father died over a decade ago, she’d been alone, fending for herself, trying to keep his business going. There had been no time for fun or fooling around. Sure, she’d had boyfriends in high school and a couple of flings over the years, but nothing ever serious.
Besides, she knew she wasn’t exactly the type guys went for. She was neither classically pretty or even feminine, had no fashion sense, her nails were always chipped, and her hair could be like a rat’s nest most of the time. She also swore like a pirate, drank like a sailor, and had no brain-to-mouth filter. Of course Cam would go for someone like Darcey. Someone who was cute and girly and who’d learned how to put on makeup when she was a teenager instead of changing the oil in the engine of a 1951 Ford truck.
“I don’t like that look on your face,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “What’s the matter?”
“I … it’s fine.” She waved a hand nonchalantly. “It’s a long drive up; we should go.”
They decided to drive up to Damon’s cabin in his Range Rover since it