Savor You (Fusion #5)(20)

“I love it here,” I reply and climb the stairs ahead of him, knowing full well that he’s staring straight at my ass. So, of course I sway my hips just a bit more than really necessary. “Over here—”

Before I can finish my thought, Camden has me shoved against the wall, my hands pinned above my head and his very male, very firm body pressed to mine.

“I noticed the extra sway in your step,” he murmurs while teasing my neck with his nose.

“You were supposed to.”

He bites me, not gently, and then sweeps his lips over mine.

“That’s not the correct way to keep me out of your pants.”

“There’s a correct way?”

“Yes.”

I gasp when he presses his thigh between my legs and rubs against my clit.

“How?”

“I don’t know, but that wasn’t it.”

Just before I drag him into my bedroom, he frees me and shoves his hand through his hair. “Please continue.”

No, you please continue.

I shake my head and lead him into the guest bedroom.

“This is the guest room.”

“And spare closet,” he says, nodding at the shoes laid out on the carpet in tidy rows.

“I move them if someone’s going to stay here,” I reply. “Landon turned Cami’s spare bedroom into a huge closet for her. I should do something similar.”

“Are you all addicted to clothes?”

“Duh. I’m female. It’s in my DNA to love all of the pretty things.”

He laughs and follows me through the jack-and-jill bathroom that connects to the other spare bedroom, which I now use as an office. There is only a single desk and chair in here, along with a file cabinet.

“Pretty empty in here.”

“Most of my paperwork is done at Seduction, but I use this for a few personal things.”

He runs his hand gently down my hair.

“You like to touch me.”

“I do,” he agrees. His blue eyes are full of lust as he watches me, his hand gliding down my arm now until his fingers link with mine. “I never could keep my hands off you.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just lead him quickly through my bedroom and bathroom. Actually lead isn’t the right word. I pull him through as fast as I can.

When we’re back in the kitchen, I reach for the fridge, but he stops me.

“Show me your garden.”

I spin around to face him. “I said no naked time tonight, and we may have a ridiculous amount of chemistry here, but no still means no.”

He steps to me and kisses my forehead. “The garden in your backyard, sweetheart.”

Oh God, just take me now. How many times can I completely humiliate myself in front of this man?

I spin on my heel and march out the back door, flipping on the backyard floodlight on my way.

“Also, just for future reference, I’ll never refer to your pussy as your garden. I’m not a ninety-year-old woman.”

“There’s no need to refer to my pussy at all.”

“Oh, trust me, there will be.” He’s walking through my garden as nonchalantly as possible, as if I didn’t just make an ass of myself and we aren’t talking about my genitals. “I just use the grown-up words.”

“Are you about done?” I ask.

“Nearly.” He walks to me and pulls me in for a hug. “Your garden is beautiful, Mia. Both of them.”

“Har har.”

I can feel the rumble of the laughter in his chest. He’s strong and warm, and I could get used to moments like this.

I can’t. Because this isn’t forever. But man, it feels good.

“I’d better go,” he whispers.

“You haven’t eaten your cheesecake.”

“I’ll take it with me.”

I pull back and look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“If I stay,” he begins and drags his fingertips down my cheek. “I won’t want to leave after the cheesecake. So, it’s best if we call it a night now.”

I nod and pull away, leading him through the kitchen and out to the front porch. He’s holding his cheesecake in one hand, but uses the other to gracefully swoop in and hold me close, kissing me like it’s the last time he’ll ever see me.

“I’ll call you,” he says, and then gets in his car and drives away.

“He’s gonna call me,” I say to no one as I lock my front door. “What is happening?”





Chapter Six





Camden


“It’s on fire,” Mia says calmly, as if she’s talking about the weather. “What the fuck?”

“You’ve got the heat too high,” I reply as she pulls the pan off of the burner and tosses me a slight glare, making me grin.

“Thanks, captain obvious.”

“This is just a rehearsal,” Trevor says from his perch off-stage. We’re on the set kitchen today, running through two recipes before we start to tape on Monday.

I wrap my arm around Mia’s back and press my lips to her ear. “You’ve got this.”

She pushes me away with her hip and shakes her head. “No mushy stuff on set.”