Cam nodded, because he had no idea what else to say. His hardness was thankfully abating. No longer a teasing ache as she ground herself against him.
“Hey, honey.” She sounded breathless. Like she’d just been thoroughly kissed. Cam bit down a smile.
“Sure, of course. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” She paused, and he noticed how swollen her lips were. Damn, he wanted to kiss them again.
“No, no problem. I wasn’t doing anything. I’ll be there, sweetheart. Okay then, bye. See you soon. And don’t forget to thank Mark’s parents for inviting you.”
She ended the call and blew out a mouthful of air. “That was Michael,” she told him, keeping her face resolutely turned away from his.
“I got that impression.”
“I need to go pick him up. I said I’d give his friend a ride home, too.” She looked around for something – her purse by the looks of it, as she grabbed it from astool on the other side of the breakfast bar. “Thank you for dinner.”
“It was a burger. Not exactly dinner.”
Pulling her keys out of her bag, she dropped her chin to her chest. He couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he could imagine it.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “It was just a kiss. A rehab kiss. Nothing more.”
When she lifted her head up, her eyes were wide and shiny. “Can we forget it ever happened?” she whispered.
“I might find that a bit difficult.” Considering he was planning on thinking about it tonight in bed. Planning on thinking about her, too.
“Please?” Her lips turned down. “You’re Michael’s coach. I was supposed to be talking about him with you. And then, this happened.” She swept her arm across the breakfast bar, her hand pointing at him. “I don’t know what came over me.”
He grinned. “Nothing came over you. That’s the problem.”
“This isn’t funny. It really isn’t. I’ve embarrassed myself.” She pressed her palms against her face, and let out a little groan. “I should leave. Before I make it worse.”
“Your problem is that you put too much meaning on everything. It was just a kiss, Mia. A really nice, sexy kiss that made me hard as hell. Nothing more. It doesn’t mean Michael will be affected at all by it. We kissed. It was good. It’s done.”
“We’re done?” She looked up at him. And damn if she didn’t look a little disappointed.
“I get the impression you want us to be,” he pointed out.
“We’re just different. Too different.” She rubbed her face again. “The last time I kissed somebody I ended up married for fifteen years. You eat supermodels for breakfast.”
He coughed out a laugh. “I think you have me all wrong. And I can guarantee that you won’t end up married to me. I’m your rehab guy, remember? Think of that kiss as your stepping stone to your Mr. Right. If you want to invite me to the wedding, I’ll be there with bells on.”
He ignored the pang in his stomach at the thought of her with another guy. But one thing was true – he was nobody’s Mr. Right.
“Are we okay?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“And you won’t tell anybody?”
He mimed a zip across his lip. “Our secret.”
“Okay. I really should go. Are you okay cleaning up without me?”
He wanted to laugh. He’d just kissed the hell out of her, and now she wanted to do th
e dishes. “I think I can manage,” he said dryly.
“Okay. Bye.” She walked around the breakfast bar and turned toward the door. As if she had a change of mind, she swiveled on her feet and walked over to him, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Thank you for being so nice about this.” She quickly scurried toward the door.
“Mia?”