Savor You (Fusion #5)(23)

She smiles up at me and reaches for my hand. “I’d like to bake brownies and drink decaf coffee on my back porch.”

Before or after I make you forget your name?

“Let’s do it.”

I follow her to her house and park behind her in the driveway. She waits for me as I climb out of my car and join her on the porch.

“Are we baking brownies from scratch?” I ask as she unlocks her door and I follow her inside.

“No, that takes too long,” she replies. “I have a good box mix. I’ll add a few extra things to it.”

“Brownies take an hour to bake,” I remind her.

“Yep.”

“What are we going to do for an hour?”

“Get naked,” she replies with a shrug. “And then we will have fresh brownies. I mean, is there a better post-coital snack than brownies?”

I stop and stare at her, watching as she grins and pulls the ingredients for the chocolate dessert out of cupboards and the fridge. I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture of her as she stirs the batter. When she glances at me, I snap another one, happy to capture the bright smile she gives me.

“Are you taking photos of me?”

“I want visual proof that you actually bake.”

She laughs and pours the batter into a pan. “I told you, I can bake with the best of them. I do all of the baking at Seduction.”

“I’m impressed,” I reply after she shuts the oven door and sets the timer.

One hour.

Her eyes look less certain now that the task of getting the brownies ready to bake is over, and I’m slowly advancing on her here in her kitchen.

She’s not moving away.

“Mia.”

She looks up, and when I glide my hands down her sides and around to her ass, then lift her onto the countertop, she simply bites her lip and watches me with wide, curious blue eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” I whisper. I’ve caged her in, my hands are flat on the countertop next to her hips. Her legs are spread, and I’m pressed against her. I drag my nose down hers and then nibble lightly on her lips. “Mia.”

“Hmm.”

“I asked a question.”

“I invited you here.”

“That wasn’t the question,” I reply and kiss her chin and up her jawline to her ear. “I want you to tell me, with words, that you want me, Mia. I want to strip you out of these clothes and touch every inch of this amazing body.”

She bites her lip again and I see a brief moment of uncertainty pass through her eyes.

“You have to talk to me, baby.”

“I don’t really look like I did ten years ago.”

“None of us do.”

She shakes her head and leans back so she can look me in the eyes. “I’ve gained weight, Camden, and it makes me uncomfortable.”

“I have always loved every curve on your body. I hate that you have insecurities, but I’m telling you right now, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want. We don’t even have to get all the way naked, but I admit, that would make me pout.”

She grins slowly. “I wouldn’t want you to pout.”

“No, it’s not attractive at all. But all kidding aside, tonight is all about you. I’m here because you invited me, and because I want to spend the evening with you. I want you, Mia. I won’t lie and say I don’t. But I’m a patient man.”

“That’s new,” she says with a raised eyebrow. She leans forward and presses a kiss over my sternum, through my shirt. “You may be patient. But I’m not.”

“No?”

“No.”

Her hair is down. It’s longer than I’ve ever seen on her, and it’s absolutely sexy as hell. Her neck is smooth, the skin there so fucking soft. She gathers my shirt in her fists and pulls up so she can glide her hands on my bare skin.

“If you keep doing that, the patience will fly out of the window.”

She smiles and tilts her head to the side, giving me all the invitation I need. I press the tip of my tongue against the softest skin right below her ear and drag it down to her collarbone. I kiss over to the other side and back up to the other ear, soaking her in.

Her breathing has sped up, matching my own. She pulls back and peels her top over her head, tossing it on the floor. I reach over my shoulder and pull my shirt off as well.

“Do men take a class on how to take off their shirt in the sexiest way possible?”

“It’s in our DNA,” I reply.

“It’s impressive,” she says before leaning in and kissing my chest. She bites me gently on the collarbone, and then my neck.

“I forgot what a biter you are,” I murmur. I make quick work of getting her out of her bra, toss it aside, and cup her breasts in my palms, worrying the already hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. “Your breasts are fantastic.”

She tips her head back with a sigh as I suck on one, then the other. Her body is a bit softer than before. Rounder.

I can’t get enough of it.

She’s reaching for my pants, and all I can think about is tasting her.

“Living room,” I mutter and carry her to the sectional. I set her down and we strip out of our clothes, throwing them aside, unable to keep our hands off each other. I’m cupping her face and kissing the fuck out of her. Her hands are traveling down my sides, and just before she grips my cock in her sexy little hand, I pull back.