“Life’s a bitch like that, isn’t it?” Cam said, taking a mouthful of wine. He held the glass out. “You sure you don’t want another sip?”
She bit on her lip. “Maybe just a little one.”
Grinning, he passed her the glass, watching as she lifted it to her lips. The same glass he’d touched against his own. For some reason, it felt erotic.
Forbidden.
“Oh god.” She sighed. “So good.”
The blood shot right between his groin. He crossed his legs, trying to hide his growing erection.
“Have you dated since the breakup?” he asked her.
Mia looked up, her face a little flushed. “Nope. Haven’t had the time or the inclination.”
She was eighteen when she met her husband. Pregnant within a year. “How old is Michael again?” he asked her.
She tipped her head to the side, her hair gleaming beneath the lights. “Nearly fifteen. He’s old for his year.”
“Which makes you, what, mid thirties?”
“I don’t know whether to hit you or congratulate you on your math. Didn’t anybody ever tell you it’s rude to ask a woman’s age?” From the amusement in her voice, he could tell she was kidding.
“So you haven’t been with another man for fifteen years?” He blew out a mouthful of air. “Wow.”
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward. “That’s normal. It’s what people do. Or what they’re supposed to do. Meet someone, get married, spend the rest of their lives only sleeping with them.”
“Not the people I know.” Cam shrugged.
“That’s because you’re all too busy chasing supermodels.”
So she had been checking him out on the internet. Interesting.
“You really haven’t touched anybody else since you were eighteen? No kisses, no gropes? Nothing?”
“I believe that’s how marriage works.” She lifted an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but you’re not married anymore. Aren’t you curious to know what it would feel like to be with another guy? You’re young, are you planning on living like a nun for the rest of your life?”
She pressed her fingertip against her lip, her brows dipping as though she was remembering something. “I hadn’t really thought about it. Kisses aren’t on the top of my priority list.”
He looked at her, taking in the intensity of her green eyes, and the softness of her blonde hair as it cascaded in waves to her shoulders. “If you were mine, kissing would be right at the top.” He gave her a wicked grin. “No, make that second from the top. Sex would take first.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not yours then,” she said lightly.
She was playing the game. Flirting. And damn if that didn’t make him harder than ever. Cam took the last bite of his burger, ate the final handful of fries, then wiped his face with one of the free napkins the diner had put in the bag, before dropping it on the empty plate. Taking a long, cool sip of wine, he looked at her again. She’d already finished eating.
“You’re fast.”
“I come from a family of quick eaters. If you didn’t eat what was on your plate, somebody else would.” She shrugged.
He gave her a speculative glance. “You should kiss someone. Get it over with. Like riding a bike or something.”
Mia laughed, her eyes crinkling. “You sound like my cousin.”
“What did your cousin say?” He smiled back at her, and a blush stole up her face.
“It doesn’t matter.”