She pressed her lips against his. “It really is.”
“And as for how I feel?” He shook his head. “I’m not good at this stuff. I can talk for hours about a game or a play, but this stuff?” He pointed at her chest, then his. “You and me? I end up talking like a kindergartener.”
“I can speak kindergarten, too,” she told him. “I’m well practiced.”
He slid his hand down her back, pressing his lips against her shoulder. “I’m falling for you. This isn’t just about sex for me. I don’t think it has been for a while now. Life makes sense when you’re around. And when you’re not it’s just shit.”
She ran her palm over his cropped hair, her fingers curling around his neck. “But you understand this isn’t just about me, right? I come as a package deal with the boys. You know that.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I’m good with that. I like them. I think they like me.”
“They might not like you so much when they find out there’s something going on between us.”
“When?” He looked at her through thick lashes. “Not if?”
She swallowed hard. “Maybe you’re not the only one who’s fallen.”
His lips curled up. “Of course I’m not. It’s classic Nightingale Syndrome.”
“What?”
“Falling in love with your doctor. It’s a classic thing.” He grinned.
“You’re not my doctor,” she pointed out.
“I am your doctor. I put you through rehab.” He slid his hands down her hips, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on her skin. “It’s only natural you’d fall for me.”
“The Love Doctor?” She bit down a giggle. “Is that what you think you are?”
“I like that.” He nodded. “Yeah, just call me Doctor Love from now on.” He nuzzled her neck. “Have you really fallen for me?”
“I have. But now I’m seriously reconsidering it.”
“Damn. That’s harsh.” He curled his hands around her waist, lifting her back onto the mattress. “I think you need another rehab session to remind you who you’re talking to.” He hooked his thigh around hers, kissing her hard and fast.
“What about breakfast?” she asked, curling her hands around his neck.
He cupped her breast with his rough palm, his thumb brushing against her nipple. “Breakfast can wait.”
“I’d really like to tour the island tomorrow,” Mia told him, as they drank their cocktails on the restaurant deck, overlooking the ocean. “Not that I didn’t enjoy Naked Saturday.”
“I noticed you taking to it like a duck to water.” Cam lifted an eyebrow. “Maybe it could catch on.”
They’d spent the morning in bed, followed by a long hot shower together in the oversized luxury bathroom. After finally eating, they’d laid out by the pool – naked of course – then gone for a long, delicious swim.
One thing had led to another – as it always did when he was around – and they’d ended up spending the second half of the afternoon in bed. Only climbing out to get ready for dinner. She’d almost been sad to put on clothes. Being naked with Cam Hartson wasn’t exactly a hardship.
“I’m not sure it’d be the same in Hartson’s Creek,” she said, giving a mock shiver. “It’s too cold there.”
“Good thing I have good heating in my house.” He lifted his glass to hers. “Here’s to us. And making Naked Saturday Morning a regular thing.”
She clinked her glass against his, smiling. “To us.”
The sun had gone down behind them, leaving behind a palette of purple and pink slashed across the sky, with dark palm trees silhouetting the line between the grassy lawn of the hotel and the sandy dunes of the beach.
There were a few people out there, flying kites and walking along the ocean’s edge. It was the first time she’d seen other tourists. Even tonight, the golf cart driver had brought them straight to their table, bypassing reception and the Maître D’.
“We could head to Main Street Village for lunch tomorrow,” Cam suggested. “And maybe go for a walk along the beach before that. Our flight is at three, but we have plenty of time as long as you don’t oversleep again.”