She slides down my body, and I hold on to her until her feet are firmly planted on the ground. Even then, she keeps her arms wrapped around my middle. I like it—too much. “What would you like to hear, then?”
“That it was the best sex of your life. That you’ll never let another man have you that way. That the rush of emotions coursing through you right now are as intense for you as they are for me.”
I like how comfortable she is standing in front of me, completely naked. She takes a step back, playing with strands of her hair as she watches me closely. “All of the above,” she whispers.
I don’t know if I’ve ever smiled as wide as I do at this very moment. It’s probably goofy and takes up too much of my face, but I can’t help it. I’m captivated by her, and I need to know it isn’t just me feeling this way.
My mind races with a million different things I could say back to her, but only one word comes to mind as I take a step closer to her and press a kiss to her forehead.
“Good.”
40
PIPPA
I’m busy plating our dinner when Camden casually looks up at me from across the island. I haven’t told him this, but he’s got a smear of flour across his forehead from when we were making the noodles. It’s too cute to have him wipe it away. I like the little imperfection across his face. It makes him look less cold and intimidating and more boyish.
He couldn’t look cold to me right now either way. Not with the way he’s looking at me. Everything about the way he’s watched me cook has been lit with passion. His stare isn’t cold. It’s hot, burning my skin even from across the room. I almost asked him to fuck me right in the middle of rolling out the dough for the noodles because the ripples of his forearms were turning me on too much. Even when I’d asked him to try the pasta sauce, his lips had sucked the sauce into his mouth so seductively that I’d imagined the other places his mouth had been. All the places along my skin he’s licked, kissed…bit.
A small laugh from deep in his throat pulls me from my dirty thoughts. I look down to find a little too much cheese grated on the dish in front of me.
“Shit,” I mutter, trying to pinch some of the cheese from this plate and putting it on the noodles from the other. It doesn’t look as good as it was supposed to, but it’ll do.
“You were licking your lips like you were having dirty thoughts about me, shortcake.”
“Maybe I was.”
He raises his eyebrows, pouring more wine into my glass at the table. We haven’t even eaten dinner yet, and tonight has been the best date of my life. The sex before the date really even started helped. But it was also the easy conversation as we prepared the three courses I’d planned for the night. He’d listened intently as I told him how to help prepare a salad and crab cakes. He was an excellent student as I taught him how to roll out the noodles and feed them through the noodle attachment on my mixer.
I thought things would get awkward after we finally had sex. Like maybe we’d both learn that our intense connection was only physical. Tonight taught us it isn’t. The more I’ve learned about him, and the more random conversations we had on what NFL team is the best—the Broncos, obviously—and what the best Adam Sandler movie is—his answer of Click shocked me—the more compatible we seem.
All of it is adding up to me falling for him little by little. I can easily imagine making him coffee in the morning before he lays me out and has me for breakfast.
“Are there security cameras in here?” Camden’s question brings me back from my daydream.
I cock my head, wiping a smear of sauce from the corner of the plate. “What?”
His eyes look to the ceiling, scanning the place. “Are there cameras in here?”
“How did you know we had cameras anywhere?”
“Because your employee, Lexi, caught me enjoying that perfect pussy of yours on camera.”
My hand drops in shock, hitting the corner of the plate and sending smears of pasta sauce all over. “Excuse me, what?” I shriek.
There’s no way Lexi saw us. Right? Oh my god. Has she seen my vagina?
The asshole doesn’t look embarrassed by it in the slightest. If anything, he looks proud as he continues to look around the room. “Yeah, I forgot to mention it to you. Figured it was best you didn’t know. But after tonight, I just needed to know if we just accidentally made an amateur porno.”
“Camden!” I yell, my face heating with embarrassment. Thank god there aren’t any cameras in here. I haven’t found it necessary—and haven’t really wanted to put the funds into getting an additional camera—so this and my office, which used to be a closet, don’t have cameras. “This isn’t funny,” I continue, thinking about whether I should text Lexi to apologize for whatever she saw.