And she was. Naked in my tub.
“How about pizza?” Camilla says, dipping her head under my arm and snuggling into my side.
I wrap my arm around her, loving how comfortable she is with me.
After I washed her hair and helped her out of the bath, I was a little worried she would retreat, but she didn’t. I gave her some clothes and then space to get dressed, while I threw a load into the washer and came out to the kitchen to figure out what to order for lunch.
I heard her feet padding across my wood floor and then her arms encircled around my waist from behind. “Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head against my back. “I can’t remember the last time I felt taken care of.”
“Sounds good.” I take the menus from her and give her a kiss on her forehead. “What do you want on it?”
“I’m a cheese girl, but you can order half with whatever you want.” I stow that information away, like I do with everything I learn about her.
“I’ll order the pizza and you pick the movie.” I lift her chin and kiss her softly, still in shock at how quickly we went from her running away from me to me being able to kiss her, and how natural it all is. “Chick flick or action?”
“Why can’t it be both?” she says. “Like Mr. and Mrs. Smith or Gone in 60 Seconds.”
“You got a thing for Angelina Jolie?”
“She’s hot. She’s definitely in my top five elevator passes.”
“Your what?”
She laughs. “You know, the people you’d fuck in an elevator if you got the chance.” My thoughts go straight to fucking Camilla in my elevator… Against the wall, bent over…
“Earth to Isaac?” She waves her hand in front of my face.
“Huh?”
“I asked who yours are.”
“You.”
She snorts. “Who else?”
“You.” I grab the back of her nape and bring her face to mine. “You’re the only person who came to mind.” She swallows slowly, and then her tongue darts across her bottom lip, her eyes on mine. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. You’re the only person who’s been on my mind, and you’re the only person I want in that elevator.”
She sighs into me, and I dip my head, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. I nibble on it lightly before I suck the other one in. Her hands come up and wrap around my neck, and I pull her closer, pressing my mouth to hers. She kisses me back, her hands gliding down my shirt-covered chest.
“Fuck, Cam…” I groan, pulling back slightly and resting my forehead against hers. “My dad told me it would be like this, but I didn’t get it… not until now.”
“Didn’t get what?” she breathes, out of breath from our kiss. “What did he tell you?”
“When he met my mom, he knew right away that she was the one. On their twentieth anniversary they renewed their vows and I asked him how he knew she was the one so quickly, and he said, ‘When you meet the woman you want to spend your life with, it’ll feel different. You’ll be drawn to her. She’ll take up room in your head and in your heart and you’ll do everything in your power to make sure she knows how much she means to you. You won’t need hours or even days or weeks to know it. Right then and there you’ll just know’.”
Camilla’s eyes widen. “You really think I’m the one?”
“Yeah,” I tell her honestly, “I do. I know we don’t know each other, but—”
She presses her fingers over my mouth and smiles softly. “I get it… because I feel the same way about you.”
Fuck. Me. This woman.
“Order the pizza and I’ll pick out a super romantic action flick.” She leans over to grab the remote from the coffee table and my shirt slides up, exposing the bottom of her ass. “Are you naked under there?” I nod toward my shirt.
She blushes slightly. “I didn’t want to put on my dirty underwear. They’re in the washer with my clothes.”
“I left you boxers with a shirt.”
“What? I didn’t see them.” Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of crimson and I chuckle at how fucking adorable she is.
“They were on the bed. Not that I’m complaining…” I eye my shirt, loving that underneath she’s bare and exposed. “I’m one hundred percent on board with you going panty-less.”
I waggle my brows and she groans, smacking my chest playfully. I’m damn close to attacking her right here on the couch, but her stomach growls loudly, reminding me I need to order the food.
I dial the number on the menu, and while I’m waiting for them to answer, walk back to the bedroom to grab the boxers Camilla didn’t see. They’re on the bed, under a pillow that was thrown over them. After I place the order, I walk back out to the living room, to find Camilla still on the couch and flicking through the movies.