He shrugged, looking amused. “I was only trying to kill two birds with one stone. And if you want my opinion, there’s nothing sexier than being inside a woman at a time when everybody else is going about their daily lives. I’ve always been a morning sex kind of guy.”
“I can tell you’ve never had kids.”
Another laugh. “I guess they can ruin the mood. But there are no kids here now.”
No, there weren’t. It was just the two of them, and this lingering promise between them.
“Come here,” he said softly, tipping his head to look at her.
Mia swallowed hard. “Now?”
“Yeah.” His voice was honey sweet. Damn, it did things to her. She walked around the counter to where he was standing. He immediately turned her around until her waist was pressing into the breakfast bar, his firm body hot against her back. “You’re so tense,” he said, his breath warm against her ear. He started to massage her shoulders, his fingers strong and firm. She groaned at how good it felt. “You need to relax. There’s nothing to be scared of. We’re two adults doing what we want to do. It’s nobody else’s business.” He circled a finger to release a knot in her muscle.
Mia groaned. “If you keep doing that, I think I’m going to come anyway.”
Cam chuckled, the air tickling her neck. “Come upstairs with me.”
She looked down at the counter, her eyes tracing the patterns in the stone. This was it. There was still time to leave. To do the damn laundry waiting for her at home or the grocery shopping or whatever else she really should be doing right now.
But she didn’t want to. She wanted to be here. Wanted to know what it felt like to be with another man. It was a milestone she needed to pass on her way to the new Mia. The kick-ass independent woman who took care of herself and her family.
He was holding his hand out to her. She slid her palm against his, feeling the roughness, the callouses, and the strength as his fingers curled around her. He pulled until her body was pressed against his. “Come on,” he said, his lips barely brushing against hers. “It’s time for a little therapy.”
Chapter Fifteen
His bedroom was bigger than the entire ground floor of her old place in Kansas City. The shining light oak floor was covered with huge white rugs, which matched the walls and the bedding, along with the full size leather sofa and easy chairs at the far end of the room.
“This feels like walking into heaven,” Mia said, shaking her head as she looked around. “Why is everything so white?”
Cam shrugged. “Not my décor. But it’s nice and easy on the eye. Though every time I take my clothes off and throw them on the floor I feel like I’m making things a mess.”
“Imagine what it’ll feel like with my clothes on the floor,” she teased.
“Dirty,” he said, a grin pulling his lips. “Really dirty.”
At least his bed looked normal. Big, but normal. He’d made an attempt to tidy the covers, but it was a guy kind of attempt. She could see some cushions and a throw folded over the back of the sofa. No doubt they were supposed to be on the bed, making it the main feature of the room.
“You wanna take a shower?” Cam asked her.
Mia looked up at him. “Now?”
His lip quirked up. “Why not?”
“You just took one, didn’t you? Your hair’s still damp.” Her brows pinched together. “Are you worried that I’m dirty? I showered this morning.”
He traced his finger down her spine. “Relax. I don’t think you’re dirty. I just thought it might make things easier. You can close your eyes, let the hot water soothe your muscles. Get used to me being with you.” He shrugged. “Just an idea.”
Internally rolling her eyes at herself, Mia nodded. “A shower sounds good.”
His bathroom was as impressive as the bedroom. Pale marble tiles covered the walls and floor. A large tub was on the left side, and on the right was a double sink, with a huge mirror above it, surrounded by lights that would make putting make up on a cinch.
But it was the shower that she was focused on. The tray was sunk into the marble floor, a glass screen stretching the length of the wall with an opening at the end to walk into.
Naked.
With wide eyes she looked up at him, then back to the vast shower.
Cam traced her bottom lip with his index finger. “Don’t be scared.”