Savor You (Fusion #5)(17)

“So damn sexy,” he growls. I can’t reply. I’m pretty sure my bones have liquefied, and without him holding me up I’d fall into a puddle on the floor.

That would be a sight for the cleaning crew to behold.

“Did you just laugh?” he asks against my neck. Oh dear Moses, if he kisses my neck I’m done for. Yep. Done for. He pulls my shirt aside and kisses my shoulder too, and I’m pretty sure my vagina is going to explode from hotness overload.

“Maybe,” I reply and bite my lip when he nibbles his way back up my neck.

“Why?”

“I don’t remember.”

He smiles against my lips before he kisses me once more and then pulls away.

“Wow,” I whisper. “So you’re not impotent after all.”

“Excuse me?”

My eyes fly open in horror. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Ignore that.”

“Was there a rumor going around that I’m impotent?”

I silently call myself every horrible name in the book and scrub my hands over my face, trying to pull myself out of the sexual haze Camden just had me in.

“Not that I’m aware of,” I reply and clear my throat. “I’m just dumb, and we should never speak of this again.”

“If you need me to prove the rumor wrong, I can,” he says and I meet his eyes for the first time since the kiss of the century. He’s not mad. He’s grinning, and if I’m not mistaken, his cheeks are flushed. He’s as turned on as I am.

“Maybe another time,” I murmur and hop off the stool. He joins me, and I’m thrown by how tall he is. “Did you grow?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I don’t remember you being so tall.”

“You’re pint-sized,” he replies and kisses me on the head.

There’s nothing small about me. I don’t say it out loud. He doesn’t want to hear it, and after that kiss he just planted on me, he clearly gives zero fucks about my size.

“I should go home. It’s going to be another early morning.”

He’s quiet as we both gather our things and I turn out the lights in the restaurant.

“Are you parked over here too?” He’s walking next to me down the block toward the parking lot I use.

“No. I’m not going to let you walk down here by yourself at this time of night.”

I grin up at him. “That’s very chivalrous of you, but I do this every single night.”

“You won’t while I’m with you.” He reaches down and takes my hand in his, linking our fingers.

I suspect that touch is this man’s love language. He’s a toucher.

I’m the opposite of a toucher.

But I don’t pull my hand away. When we reach my car, I unlock it and toss my handbag onto the passenger seat, then turn toward him and catch him checking out my ass.

He doesn’t look sorry.

I don’t want him to be sorry.

“Take tomorrow night off and go to dinner with me.”

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I own a business and I’ll need to be there.”

His lips twitch.

“The world won’t fall apart if you take a night off.”

“I took a night off last night.”

“See? You can make it two nights in one week. The staff won’t know what to think.”

“Exactly.” I shake my head. “I can’t be gone two nights in one week.”

“Mia.” He drags a finger down my cheek. “I want to have you all to myself tomorrow evening.”

Damn him for being so persuasive.

“I will leave at seven, after the initial dinner rush.”

He sighs. “Compromise is important, I suppose.”

I smile and grab his hand before he can pull it away, and press a kiss to his palm. “Thank you.”

“But we aren’t meeting in the morning,” he says firmly.

“Trevor wants—”

“Trevor isn’t a chef. You and I both know that we don’t need to practice dishes that we’ve made for years. It’s a competition show. We’re going to have our own style anyway. You overslept today because you’re exhausted, and after watching you work today, although it was sexy as fuck, it’s going to kill you. Sleep. I know you’ll be at work long before lunch anyway.”

“You’re awfully bossy. Just because you kissed me doesn’t mean you’re suddenly in control.”

He leans close, his lips inches from mine. “I’m not trying to control you, Mia. I’m trying to take care of you because you’re not doing it for yourself. Do me a fucking solid and take the morning off.”

“And the evening.”

“You’re working through dinner,” he reminds me. He’s not angry or frustrated with me. He links his fingers with mine again, holding my hand gently.

“Fine.” I sigh and shake my head. “I’ll weed my garden in the morning. I think I have some tomatoes ready to pick, and the cucumbers should be close too.”

“Tend your garden.” He winks at me as I lower myself into my car. “And get some sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” I give him a mock salute and roll my eyes as I start the car, and roll my window down. “Do you want a ride to your car?”