Finally Found

He woke up alone in the guest bedroom just before six o’clock. His first thought was sheer shock at not finding Cammie in bed with him, followed by a startling disappointment due to that absence, and finally, his stomach was growling. He had burned a lot of calories. If he had wondered previously if they would be as steamy and compatible in bed as they were in the kitchen, he finally had his answer. They were even hotter in the bedroom.

Yes, his little bundle of contradictions was a keeper. For someone. He had never been the keeping type. And now, even as he knew that he wanted that to change, wanted to meet someone and have what Sam and Haley had, he always knew that Cammie made it perfectly clear that she was not interested in him.

He folded his arms behind his head. But damn, she sure had felt like she was interested. She went down on him, without begging, without using that as a way to initiate sex, without pleading for him to reciprocate…without any of that. She took control. She showed him what she liked. She directed him. Deeper…was a personal favorite. He loved plunging as far inside as their bodies would allow. He loved the way it felt every way they did it. At the moment, he was convinced they had tried ways that would make the author of the Kama Sutra blush. Yet he was lying here alone. There was little chance of a repeat performance. He needed fluids to replenish as soon as humanly possible. The rest had helped immensely.

After reluctantly throwing back the covers, he maneuvered his feet to hit the floor and finally managed to stand. His clothes were in a pile near the nightstand. Dressing quickly, he headed out to the kitchen. He knew instinctively that was where he’d find Cammie. What he didn’t know was how to react when he saw her. This chick had a way of throwing him off balance all the damn time.

She turned just as he entered the room. “Well, if it isn’t sleeping beauty,” she said with a smirk. “Did I wear you out?”

Instantly his face grew hotter and he knew that he must be blushing…yet again. “Hey, after that, you’re lucky I ever woke up.” He tried to joke and act cool, but it was nearly impossible at the moment. Though he wanted nothing more than to walk up to her and enfold her in his arms, he could tell that the gesture wouldn’t be welcome. So, he stood there, trying to act casual while he processed what was happening. She was cooking. In a bathrobe.

“I took the liberty of making dinner,” she began seriously. “After our time in the guest room, I figured you could use all the iron you could get. At the same time, I wanted something simple. We’re having a roast.”

He smiled. “I love meat. I don’t understand vegetarians. Vegans are even worse. It’s like being handed this huge gift…food in every form imaginable, and snubbing it.” He shook his head. “Damn rude.”

“Oh, I forgot and you just reminded me. We need to get invitations emailed tomorrow first thing so people have time to respond for Friday. It will be down to the wire. I’ll make much more than necessary and we may be eating leftovers for a few days, but I doubt you’ll mind. I do, however, need to know if there are any special diets I should plan for or any food allergies that I need to be made aware of.”

Just like that, they were back to business. Just like that, it was as if the afternoon had never happened. Though Adam watched her admiringly, he couldn’t help but wonder how it was she managed to compartmentalize so well. It was a rare gift to find a woman that could do that. Maybe over dinner and a glass of wine he’d ask her.

With that, he remembered one of the few party preparation plans he had been entrusted with. “I’m going down to the wine cellar. You can join me if you want. Otherwise, I’ll take inventory and report back. We’ll figure out what we need to order for Friday. I mean, you have this habit of running out of liquor and I would hate for another party to be ruined because of it.” He smirked at her and ducked out of the room just as she launched a potato at him. He laughed as it ricocheted off the wall right where he had been standing. He leaned back in the room. “That would have hurt.” With that last comment, he caught her smile and it bolstered him as he walked down the cellar stairs.