Savor You (Fusion #5)(39)

I grin and do exactly that, then let my head fall back and moan when his hands travel under my shirt. His hands glide up my sides and he cups my breasts over my bra.

“Your nipples harden.”

“Of course they do,” I reply as if in a trance. “You’re touching them.”

His eyes narrow as he pulls my shirt up over my head and drops it to the floor beside us. He slips a finger under my bra strap and tugs it to the side, then kisses me there.

“Your skin is so damn soft.”

His eyes are pinned to mine as he slowly and methodically peels me out of my clothes. I’m standing here—naked as can be—and he’s clearly turned on by it, if the bulge against his jeans is any indication.

“Soft skin,” he murmurs again. “Gorgeous curves. Amazing smile.” He moves closer and kisses me while his hands slide down my back to my ass. He slips a finger down my ass and finds my wet core. “I fucking love your pussy.”

“As you can see, it loves you too.” I grin as he sheds his clothes and reaches out for me. We tumble onto the bed, but rather than let him cover me, I push his shoulder back and climb on top of him. I straddle him and rub myself against his hard cock, reveling in how amazing he feels against my wetness.

“Fucking hell, Mia,” he moans. His hands are on my hips, but I’m controlling the movement. I know he wants to take it slow, so I move deliberately and smile in satisfaction when he sucks a breath in through his gritted teeth.

“Do you like that?”

“Fuck.” I reach for a condom, take my time rolling it over the length of him, then rise up and take just the tip inside of me, clench my muscles, and then slide all the way down until he’s impaled me completely. “Jesus, baby.”

I lean down and kiss him. His hands cup my jaw, and his hips begin to move with mine.

“You just . . . I—”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“I don’t know how to say it.”

“Don’t say it,” I reply and begin to ride him faster now. I think this man loves me. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. When he laughs with me. When he touches me.

All day long, it felt like he was telling me he loves me. The flowers, delicate pink peonies, were perfect. His sweet text messages, asking me if I’m having a good day. The selfie he sent me from the gym, which I admit completely turned me on. The cheesecake.

I just can’t ask for more than that.

The room is warm and bathed in low light from my lamp. His eyes are pinned to mine as I move at a faster pace now, enjoying the way he feels. How he makes me feel. He finds my clit with his thumb, and I’m done for. Every muscle in my body tightens, my skin tingles as I come apart. He pulls me down on him, firmly grinding against me, as he comes with me.

I fall onto the bed beside him to catch my breath. He chuckles and rolls to his side, his head braced on his hand and smiles down at me.

“That was fun.”

“Oh yeah.” I nod and reach for the covers.

“Are you cold? I think it’s hot in here.”

“It’s warm,” I agree. “But I’m naked and the lights are on.”

He rolls his eyes and flings the covers away. “I’ve seen it all, and I love it all. No need to cover up unless you’re cold.”

I turn on my side to face him. “You’re very bossy in bed.”

“Always have been,” he agrees. “Does it bother you?”

“You would think it would,” I say thoughtfully. “I don’t usually like to be told what to do.”

“You’re an independent woman,” he says, but not in a mocking or condescending way.

“Yes, and I can be bossy too. But I don’t mind at all when you take over in the bedroom.”

“What about the bathroom? Or the kitchen?”

He’s got his smart-ass smile on. “In any room you like.”

“That’s my girl,” he says and kisses me thoroughly, then turns to rid himself of the condom and turn off the light. He tucks me against him and kisses my head. “Sleep, beautiful Mia.”

“I’m not sleepy,” I reply in the middle of a yawn.

“Right.” He kisses my forehead.

“I like lying on your chest. It isn’t too hairy.”

“Good to know.”

I smile, but he can’t see me in the dark. I drape my leg over his and kiss his shoulder. My eyes are heavy. His breathing has evened out, and I’m quite sure he’s already fallen asleep.

Typical.

But honestly, I could lie here all night and just listen to the sound of his heart and his breathing. His skin is smooth against my cheek, and his body is firm and warm. I didn’t know that I was craving touch so badly until Camden came back into my life.

Now I don’t know what I would do without it. I don’t want to think about that. I know that he’ll be leaving soon, and I don’t know for sure what will happen after that. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Soon I realize that I’m sleepier than I thought.



“Why does he need to see us right now?” I ask Camden the next morning. It’s not even nine yet, on a Saturday no less, and I wasn’t ready to go to the restaurant. I had at least another hour of lazy time coming to me.