I reachover to the other side of the bed for Camille, but she isn’t there. Both the mattress and her pillow are cold. I groan in disappointment. I would’ve preferred to wake up with her still in my arms.
Sliding out of bed, I find my jeans and boxers neatly folded on an armchair in the corner. I pull them on, but my shirt isn’t with them.
Not bothering to look around for it, I head downstairs. When I reach the first-floor landing, the smell of sizzling bacon fills my nostrils and my stomach growls. We worked up quite an appetite last night. But to be honest, I’m hungry for something other than food.
I stop just inside the dining room and listen. Camille is talking to someone. She’s standing at the counter with her back to me. Her long dark hair drapes down her back, and my shirt hangs just past her ass. It’s big on her, and the pale blue color makes her creamy skin glow. It hangs off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her neck, and I start to get hard remembering how good it feels to kiss and lick her there.
She says something about flying, and another voice—muffled and a little crackly—replies about dates. I step back into the shadows. She’s having a work-related call. She mentioned she had travel coming up soon, and it sounds like she’s making plans.
She talks and laughs and cooks while I watch.
God, she’s sexy.She always looks fabulous in her fancy clothes, but there’s something to be said about her slender, bare legs on display. In my shirt. I could definitely get used to seeing her like this.
She hangs up the phone and fiddles with it for a moment until some music starts playing.
Is she listening to Queen?
Another surprise. “Fat Bottomed Girls” fills the empty space around me, and I muffle my laugh. This is not the kind of music I expect her to listen to. Another way in which she pleasantly surprises me.
Her hips sway back and forth to the beat of the music, and my dick hardens more. Seeing her cooking and dancing half naked with nothing on but my shirt is a serious turn-on. Thank God we’re alone, because I need Camille again. Now.
Desperate to feel her against me, I walk over to her and place my hands on her swaying hips. “Morning,” I say before I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Good morning.” She gives me a sheepish grin. “I love the way you smell, and I always preferred a man's baggy button down to a robe. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Glad I could help you with that.” She spins around in my arms, and I plant a kiss on her lips. “But it does mean you have to endure me walking around without one.”
“You look better without one anyway.” She rubs her hand across my chest and gives me a playful shove. “Get yourself some coffee and let me finish breakfast.”
I step back into her space and cup her cheeks. “But I’m hungry for something else.”
Her eyes darken, and her lips turn up before she presses up on her tip-toes and kisses me. “Food first, then dessert.”
I growl, not at all wanting to delay slamming inside her again. But if that’s what she wants, I’ll wait. “You’re killing me. You know that, right?”
She laughs, her sweet playful laugh that I’ve grown to love so much over the past few months. “Oh, I think you’ll survive.”
She turns back around to finish prepping the eggs and I do as she asks and pour myself a cup of coffee. Camille flips the cooking bacon and puts a couple pieces of toast in the toaster. She has a far-off look in her eyes that has me concerned. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She waves me off and smiles. “It’s silly. I miss Lizzy, and she just left. I know she’s only been here for a few days, but I’ve already gotten used to having her around.”
“She’s a good kid. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her.”
“Yeah, she is. She wasn’t always easy though.”
“The good ones never are.” Watching Camille and staying on this side of the kitchen is hard. All I can think about is wrapping her up in my arms and holding her close. She has to know how much seeing her in my shirt is taunting me. It’s torture to not touch her right now.
“She really likes you.” Camille smiles. “I know these past few weeks have been hard. For both of us. But I think I needed to see that she’s okay with me moving on.”
That’s all it takes for me to go to her. I take her into my arms and bury my face in her neck. I gently kiss her just below her ear and let my beard brush across her skin just the way she likes it. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I get it.”
She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. “I know, but I want to explain. Lizzy was so close to her dad. She took his death harder than me; I think. I’m still struggling with some guilt, but it’s getting easier. But I worry about her. She was always such a daddy’s girl. I’m just really happy to see she’s taken to you.”
“Me too.” I kiss her and squeeze her hips, pulling her to me. “Let’s eat. I need you again, and the only thing standing in my way is fuel.”
She laughs and pushes on my chest, putting some distance between us. “Go sit down. Breakfast is coming right up.”
Camille standsand clears the table. “It’s getting late. The crew will start arriving in less than an hour.”
