She laughed, and the tension around her dispelled. He grinned back at her, liking the way her giggles sounded. A little rough, a little breathy, and a whole lot of sexy.
He leaned closer, his thumb drawing tiny circles on her neck. Her lips parted, and he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek. She tipped her head back, the movement almost subconscious, as though she was opening herself up to him, ready for his mouth.
The pulse between his thighs was strong. Constant. He brushed his lips against her jaw, and she sighed. Her fingers curled around his neck as he kissed and sucked at her skin, her body arching on the stool as his lips slid up to hers.
He paused for a moment, tasting the anticipation in the air. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, pulling his gaze, making him admire the curve of her breasts as they pushed against the thin t-shirt.
He pulled her against him, pressing his mouth to hers, groaning loudly when he felt how soft they were. How pliant. She curled her arms around his neck, arching her body against his, and he swore he could feel the tightness of her nipples against his chest.
With a sweep of his tongue against the seam of her lips, he encouraged her to part them. His fingers flexed around her neck as their tongues slid together, sending a pulse of electricity through his body. Mia moaned as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tracing her spine, until his palm pressed against the small of her back.
Her breath escaped in small pants. He slid his hands beneath her behind and hitched her off her stool, sliding her along his legs until she was straddling his lap. She rolled her hips, her body grinding against his, and the sweet friction made him want to strip her right here, right now. Her hips were moving rhythmically, her arms tight around his neck, her mouth taking everything he had to offer.
And then her phone rang.
Abruptly, she pulled away, leaving only cool air against his lips. He touched them, and watched as she pulled her phone out of her pocket with shaking fingers, swallowing hard as she read the screen.
“I need to take this.” Her voice sounded ragged.
Cam nodded, because he had no idea what else to say. His hardness was thankfully abating. No longer a teasing ache as she ground herself against him.
“Hey, honey.” She sounded breathless. Like she’d just been thoroughly kissed. Cam bit down a smile.
“Sure, of course. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” She paused, and he noticed how swollen her lips were. Damn, he wanted to kiss them again.
“No, no problem. I wasn’t doing anything. I’ll be there, sweetheart. Okay then, bye. See you soon. And don’t forget to thank Mark’s parents for inviting you.”
She ended the call and blew out a mouthful of air. “That was Michael,” she told him, keeping her face resolutely turned away from his.
“I got that impression.”
“I need to go pick him up. I said I’d give his friend a ride home, too.” She looked around for something – her purse by the looks of it, as she grabbed it from astool on the other side of the breakfast bar. “Thank you for dinner.”
“It was a burger. Not exactly dinner.”
Pulling her keys out of her bag, she dropped her chin to her chest. He couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he could imagine it.
“It’s okay,” he told her. “It was just a kiss. A rehab kiss. Nothing more.”
When she lifted her head up, her eyes were wide and shiny. “Can we forget it ever happened?” she whispered.
“I might find that a bit difficult.” Considering he was planning on thinking about it tonight in bed. Planning on thinking about her, too.
“Please?” Her lips turned down. “You’re Michael’s coach. I was supposed to be talking about him with you. And then, this happened.” She swept her arm across the breakfast bar, her hand pointing at him. “I don’t know what came over me.”
He grinned. “Nothing came over you. That’s the problem.”
“This isn’t funny. It really isn’t. I’ve embarrassed myself.” She pressed her palms against her face, and let out a little groan. “I should leave. Before I make it worse.”
“Your problem is that you put too much meaning on everything. It was just a kiss, Mia. A really nice, sexy kiss that made me hard as hell. Nothing more. It doesn’t mean Michael will be affected at all by it. We kissed. It was good. It’s done.”
“We’re done?” She looked up at him. And damn if she didn’t look a little disappointed.
“I get the impression you want us to be,” he pointed out.
“We’re just different. Too different.” She rubbed her face again. “The last time I kissed somebody I ended up married for fifteen years. You eat supermodels for breakfast.”
He coughed out a laugh. “I think you have me all wrong. And I can guarantee that you won’t end up married to me. I’m your rehab guy, remember? Think of that kiss as your stepping stone to your Mr. Right. If you want to invite me to the wedding, I’ll be there with bells on.”
He ignored the pang in his stomach at the thought of her with another guy. But one thing was true – he was nobody’s Mr. Right.
“Are we okay?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“And you won’t tell anybody?”
He mimed a zip across his lip. “Our secret.”
“Okay. I really should go. Are you okay cleaning up without me?”
He wanted to laugh. He’d just kissed the hell out of her, and now she wanted to do the dishes. “I think I can manage,” he said dryly.
“Okay. Bye.” She walked around the breakfast bar and turned toward the door. As if she had a change of mind, she swiveled on her
