I take her into each room, going up the stairs which are opposite the lounge door, showing her the two bedrooms and bathroom, and then the study just off the hallway, before I bring her back down to the kitchen and dining area, which leads to a conservatory and then what I think is the selling point of the house—the garden.
“Wow,” she says on a breath, and I instantly feel proud of what I have done with the space. There’s a patio which leads from the conservatory and edges along the grass area, which is fairly large, and then that leads to a studio room which I turned into my own personal gym area. I may be nearing my mid-forties, but I’m in good shape, and I want to keep it that way. I look after my body most of the time, and most mornings I get up and do a full workout before I’ve even had my coffee.
She wanders across the grass and to the studio room, peering inside the window.
“Caleb, this place is like a quaint little palace,” she says, seemingly mesmerised.
“So you like it then?” I hedge, and she chuckles. Sound goes straight to my dick, again.
“I love it.”
And she looks so fucking good walking around here, and I can already imagine waking up here with her, cooking with her, working out with her…Jesus, Caleb, halt.
Her smile floors me as she walks back to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “So, what are we having for dinner?”
I reach around and place my hands on the bottom of her back, just above her delicious arse, and then I lean down for a quick peck on the lips. “Steak, green beans, thrice cooked chips, peppercorn sauce, and then for dessert, chocolate soufflé.”
“You can make a soufflé?” she asks, her eyes a little wide as she looks at me disbelievingly.
“You bet I can.” I smile and drop a kiss on the end of her nose before I move my arms from around her and take her hands in mine, leading her back into the house. “Take a seat, and I’ll dish up.”
“Do you need any help?” she asks, but I gently push her down into the seat and pour her a glass of wine.
“Nope. I want you to sit there and enjoy being spoilt for the evening.”
“Huh, I could get used to this,” she says with a grin, and I wink at her before going to make sure the steaks are cooked perfectly. Can’t be serving anything less than my best now, can I?
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Cameron
Caleb is an exceptional cook. The steak was delicious, and the soufflé even more so. And as I sit contentedly in the lounge, I can honestly say that I really do feel at peace. It’s almost like my time away from Caleb has been erased, and we’ve fallen right back into how we used to be, kind of—with more comfort, and maybe that’s because we’re a few years older and we know what it’s like to be without each other, but whatever it is, I am so fucking happy it’s ridiculous.
“You okay over there?” Caleb says as he walks in, bringing me a fresh glass of wine before he sits down next to me with his bottle of beer.
“I’m good, really good,” I say with a big smile.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He chuckles quietly and takes a swig of his beer.
“It’s like this is all so surreal,” I comment, and his brows furrow slightly. “I mean, up until last night, we were just trying to ignore how we were feeling, but now I’m here, drinking wine, and we’ve just eaten a meal that you cooked, and it doesn’t feel weird.”
“That’s a good thing though, right?” he questions, sounding a little unsure.
“It’s the best, but isn’t it a little crazy? It’s like we’ve jumped right back in where we left off.”
“It seems a little fast, sure, but fuck, Cameron, I’ve been thinking about you for so damn long, and when you came to me last night in my office, I just couldn’t hold back any longer. And it might make me a selfish arsehole, because I gave you up for bullshit reasons before and there’s the issue with Danny to deal with, but when I’m with you it just feels so—”
“Right,” I say, cutting him off and finishing his sentence for him. And then it’s like the tension in the room cranks up a notch—the sexual tension that is.
His eyes hold mine, and he reaches forward and places his beer on the coffee table, before doing the same thing with the glass of wine I’m holding. I feel the heat creeping up my neck, over my cheeks, all over my fucking body as he devours me with his eyes. And then, as if my body has a mind of its own, I stand and face him as I unzip my jeans and slowly shimmy them down my legs. And then I reach to the back of my crop top and pull the zip down, letting it drop from my arms as I stand before him in just my matching white lace underwear. I took my jacket off earlier, during dinner, so I didn’t need to bother with that.
I feel my blood heat from his perusal. I feel my confidence fucking soar as he looks like all of his Christmases have come at once. I feel empowered, beautiful, wanted. He makes me feel those things and so much more.
I take a few steps towards the snug, and when I get to the doorway, I hook my finger at him, gesturing for him to follow me, and like a man starved, he stands and makes his way to me, a feral look in his eyes that makes my pussy tingle with excitement. He rips his shirt off as he goes, and then when he reaches me, he pulls me against him and lifts me up, his hands going to my arse and my legs wrapping around his waist.
His lips move to my neck, my breasts, and then he’s teasing my nipples through the lace with his tongue. I arch my back and place my hand on the back of his head, needing him to do more with that tongue of his. I can feel how wet I am for him already, and we’ve barely started. Always was the way, and time has just made it more intense, more pleasurable, more everything.
He drops down on the cushy sofa in here with me still wrapped around him, so I break away from his mouth and move my legs, and then I stand before him as I strip out of my underwear. I lean forwards and start to unzip his trousers, whilst his fingers play with my nipples.