I follow her into the kitchen with my plate. She’s already at the sink cleaning up breakfast. “Let me do that. You cooked. I’ll clean.”
“I don’t mind.” She shakes her head. “Just relax and enjoy your coffee.”
I growl at her insistence. I love that she cooks for me, but I’d like to do something for her for a change. “You know you don’t always have to cook for me. I’m a capable cook.”
“Again, I don’t mind. I love to cook. Plus, everyone knows the way to a man's heart is through good food.”
“Well, it’s working. Keep it up, and I’ll never leave.” The words just slip out. I mean them, but I didn’t mean to say them out loud and hope it isn’t too much for her at this point. Our relationship is still delicate, and I don’t want to push her away. Luckily, she laughs. “But seriously, let me cook sometime. Or, better yet, take you out.”
“Okay, but only because you want to and not because you think you have to. When I say I love to cook, I mean it. I’ve always felt at home in the kitchen.”
“Imean it.” I kiss her lips and lift her up to move her out from in front of the sink. “Now step aside and let me clean up.”
“Adam!” She playfully scoffs. “I got this.”
“I know you do, but my momma didn’t raise no fool. Whoever cooks, never cleans. Go sit and look sexy over there in my shirt. You’re distracting me.”
“How about we clean together?” She wraps her arms around my chest and kisses me. She pulls back, but I press her bodytight against me and deepen the kiss. I run my hands down her back, slip my hand underneath my shirt, and groan when I feel her bare ass. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Nope.” Her lips turn up in a grin.
“Fuck me.” I whisper against her mouth. “The dishes can wait.”
I lift her up and carry her to the island counter. She wraps her legs around my hips and presses her core into my very hard cock. “God, I want to savor you, but we don’t have time.”
“You can savor me later.” She moans against my mouth, and I can’t get my jeans undone fast enough. In one quick thrust, I fill her. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she feels even better this morning. It doesn’t take long before her body clenches around my cock and she’s whispering my name.
I’m done for.
For the first time in years, I feel like I’m finally where I belong. Buried deep inside Camille is like coming home, and I want to stay.
God help my wounded heart if she ever pushes me away.
CHAPTER 16
CAMILLE
Lizzy returned late last night, and Adam picked us up just after lunch for our first horseback riding experience. And oh, boy, is it an experience. Practiced riders make it look so easy. It’s anything but easy.
Adam leads us along a relatively flat trail that borders the creek between his family’s property and the neighboring vineyard. It’s some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen. The creek is shallow and wide with large rocks and trees along its border. But the real beauty is the mountains. The entire ride feels like something out of a Thomas Kinkade painting. Especially the way the snow and the brightness of the sun creates a softness that blends the landscape into a picturesque view.
As much as I enjoy the views, I’m glad when we make our way back to the barn.
When I slide down the side of the horse and my feet hit the ground, I almost fall. My legs feel like noodles, and my thighs ache like I tried my hand at squatting with hundred-pound weights.
Adam is right behind me to catch me. “I gotcha. You okay?”
“I will be. I’m going to be sore, though. I’m not as young as I used to be, and I’m going to pay for this, unlike that one.” I point at Lizzy, who seems perfectly fine.
“We’ll get you some wine at dinner, and then a hot bath when you get home.” Adam kisses the top of my head and takes the reins of the horse I was riding. I turn to Lizzy. She’s petting the horse's face and talking quietly in her ear.
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
“I did. I’m so glad Adam invited us over to do this. It was wonderful.” Her smile lights up her entire face. We’ve found so little to smile about these past two years, and seeing her this happy makes my day.
“I’m glad. You really took to it, unlike me. I may not be able to walk tomorrow.” I laugh. I figure it’s better to poke fun at myself rather than focus on the pain that’s already taking up residence in my body.
“You did great too, Mom. You need to give yourself a little more credit.” She holds onto the reins with one hand as she wraps her arm around my shoulder with the other.
