Misha sat down, gazing at the plate with a silver domed top in front of her as Cameron took his seat. “I know you went through an awful lot of work to pull this off.” She looked across the table at him, touched by the lengths he’d gone to to make things special for her. “Thank you for this.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Cameron reached across the table to pull off the silver dome covering her plate. “I hope you enjoy my clam and lobster with bacon chowder for starters.”
“Oh, I will. It smells so good.” Misha lifted her glass to Cameron as he uncorked a bottle of Riesling. She waited for him to pour some in her glass then his own. “We have to do a toast.”
“Of course.” Cameron tilted his head in her direction. “Do you want to?”
“Okay. To l…” Misha’s voice trailed off when she realised the word about to roll off her tongue was ‘love’.
Crazy.
Misha cleared her throat and gave Cameron a bright smile. “To laughter, good food, wine and even better company.”
“Here, here.” Cameron clinked his glass against Misha’s and they both took a sip. For a split second he’d thought she was going to say a different ‘L’ word.
And how would you have felt if she had?
Cameron pushed that question out of his head and asked a different one. “Do you like the wine?” He noticed the barest hint of a frown on her beautiful face.
“What?” Misha blinked and looked at him. “Oh, yes. I love it.”
Cameron wasn’t convinced. There was something bothering her. He’d noticed the moment she’d stepped onto the yacht. He waited for her to dip her spoon into the chowder, pleased that she was finally tasting his food.
“Oh, my.” Misha’s little sounds of pleasure made all of his efforts preparing the meal worth it. “This is absolutely delicious. Mmm… I love the leeks and you used just the right amount of bay leaves.”
Cameron grinned. “Thank you. This recipe never fails to bring a smile to my face when I make it. There’s nothing like a good bowl of soup to warm you up when winter’s in full force.”
“Agreed.”
Cameron ate his own chowder, enjoying the creamy goodness and her company while they both savoured a few bites in silence. His gaze ran over the cream sweater, black skirt and alluring black tights with little striated lines he couldn’t wait to touch. She looked damned sexy and a little bit sad. “Misha?”
“Hmm?”
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem like yourself.”
Misha swirled her spoon in her bowl. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve just been a little distracted ever since talking to my brother this morning.”
“Has he not been supportive of you being a part of the show? Did he upset you?”
“No, no, nothing like that.” Misha put her spoon down to pick up her wine. “He informed me that he and his wife of nine years are getting a divorce.”
“Oh.” Cameron frowned, remembering the heartache involved with his own divorce. He hadn’t minded telling his brother, knowing he’d have Oliver’s full support, but sharing the news with his parents hadn’t been easy. They’d been so happy one of their sons had finally ‘grown up’ and settled down.
“Yeah.” Misha sat her glass down. “Kaden was so down. I don’t think I’ve heard him sound like that.”
“Nine years is a long time to be with someone.”
Misha nodded. “Have you ever been in a relationship that long?”
“No. Jess and I dated for almost two years before we decided to make it official. It seemed like the natural progression for us at the time.” Cameron poured more wine in both of their glasses. “I never imagined we wouldn’t be together.”
“So, do you think falling out of love, breaking up is the natural, inevitable progression of relationships?”
“Not necessarily. My parents have been married for forty years, living proof relationships can stand the test of some time.” Cameron chuckled. “I’m sure they’ve thought about breaking up, maybe even fallen out of love with one another at certain moments during their marriage. They’ve somehow managed to make things work, find new things to love about each other and accept whatever made them want to walk away.”
“Forty years.” Misha set her spoon in her empty bowl. “Wow. That’s impressive.”
“It is.” Cameron exhaled with a shake of his head. “I admire my mom for putting up with my dad.” He smiled when Misha laughed. “Hey, he can be a bear sometimes.”
“Well, it would seem you didn’t take after your father.”
“Much to his chagrin.” Cameron stood up and gathered their bowls. “Main course coming up.”
“There’s more?” Misha gave him a playful grin.
“There’s always more.” Cameron winked at her before walking into the galley. He came back to the table and placed one plate in front of Misha before returning to his seat with his own.
“Yum. I love salmon.” Misha breathed in the scent of citrus and spices wafting up from the seafood. “This looks divine.”
“That is my famous pistachio crusted salmon, served over jasmine rice with lemon
beurre blanc
and sautéed veggies.”
“It’s too bad I’m allergic to nuts.”
Cameron froze mid-bite. “You’re allergic? Damn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think to ask. I can whip up something else—”
“Cameron”—Misha reached out across the table to touch his hand—“I’m joking. Relax.” She giggled. “You should’ve seen your face.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“Aww, c’mon.”
Cameron chuckled. “Actually, it is.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Hell, no. I was just trying to rack my brain with what I could fix fast for you. Cooking on a boat is different than on land.”
Misha squeezed his hand before releasing it. “I’m sorry. It was a bad joke.”
“That’s okay. You can make it up to me with dessert later.”
“Dessert? I didn’t bring—” Misha gave him a wicked grin. “I got you, Captain.”
“Taste the salmon.” Cameron watched her take a bite. “Thoughts?”
“Absolutely heavenly. I love your cooking.”
“Thank you.”
Misha finished another forkful of fish and rice. “You’re welcome. You know you’re a bad ass in the kitchen.”
Cameron grinned. “Only in the kitchen?”
Chapter Eleven
“I was just talking about your
professional
skills, but I’d give you top marks in all other areas too.”
“I’m pleased. For a moment I thought I’d have to work on my technique.”
Misha shrugged. “Well, more practice is always the best practice.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Cameron pushed his plate back. “Would you like more of anything?”
It was a loaded question, he knew, but he couldn’t resist seeing that teasing, seductive twinkle in Misha’s eyes. She didn’t disappoint, her full lips curving upward ever so slightly as she finished her bite of food and took another sip of wine.
“I’d like my dessert.”
Four husky words sent all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, brought his need for her back to the forefront. “Arguably, the best part of the meal.” He got up from his seat, held out his hand and pulled Misha up from her chair when she took it. “What is it about dessert that we all crave?” Cameron brought Misha’s hand behind her back, exposing her neck before he kissed her there.
“It’s a sweet indulgence to look forward to.”
He recognised the breathy quality to her voice. She was as aroused as he was. “Yes.” Cameron inhaled her intoxicatingly familiar perfume, enjoying her subtle shudder of delight. “But I think it goes beyond that.”
Misha lifted her face and kissed him. “It’s the excitement leading up to it, knowing you’re about to partake of something sinfully delicious, a special treat.”
“Oh, yes.” Cameron led her to the bedroom. “Having dessert could be considered a wilfully naughty, indulgent act of self-pleasure.” He guided her backwards until her legs brushed against the freshly placed bedding then claimed her soft lips again. “Everyone knows they shouldn’t have it, but the temptation is just too damn great.”
“Dessert is damned hard to resist.” Misha sat down on the bed and rubbed her hand over his erection. “Very hard.” She winked at him, unbuttoned his chinos then pushed them down along with his underwear, exposing his rock-hard cock. “We always want to take our time with it, savour that yummy goodness until the last possible moment. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He would have if she hadn’t taken him into her mouth. She teased the tip of his cock with her lips and tongue, sucking on it as if it were sweet confection. Cameron groaned, closed his eyes briefly as Misha moved her head forward, enveloping his entire shaft. He gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into her silky soft hair as the warmth of her tongue spread down to his balls and throughout his body. Cameron tried not to get swept away by the sensory and visual pleasure of Misha toying with the head of his cock then taking in as much of him as she could. With regret, he tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her head back. He smiled when his dick slid from her mouth with an audible pop. “Now, it’s my turn to savour.”
Misha licked her lips and lay back on the edge of the bed. The comforter was decadent, soft as a bed of feathers beneath her. She admired Cameron’s lean, muscled body as he tossed a condom from his pocket on the bed and stepped out of his pants and underwear. She hitched her skirt up a little while he yanked off his dark grey sweater, timing it so he didn’t see her little surprise until after he’d tossed the last of his clothing onto the small chair by the bed.
“Jesus.” Cameron stared at her nautical panties and the black thigh-highs secured with a garter belt.
Misha gazed back at him, melting within from the desire she could see in his darkening green eyes. His taste on her tongue thrilled her almost as much as the erotic sight of his thick cock jutting forward, evidence of how much he wanted her. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing him naked and hard. She was slick with need from sucking his cock and now her decorative undies were wet.
Cameron let out a low whistle. “That is sexy as hell, easily the best dessert I’ve ever seen.” He bent down and took off her boots before straightening.
Misha placed one foot on the downy comforter. “You can’t know that for sure without tasting first.” She crossed her legs, ensuring he’d have the best view of her panties as he traced a circled around her nylon-clad knee.
“You should know I have a thing for garter belts and sexy hosiery.” Cameron trailed his fingers along the intricate woven threads of her patterned pantyhose. “These are perfection.”
“Thank you.” Misha held her breath as he parted her legs and moved between them to kiss her calf, knee and inner thigh. She exhaled, shivering with delight as she slid her hand into her panties, toying with the small triangle of damp curls. “I picked these out especially for you.”
“I like that.”
Misha smiled. “I knew you would.” She swirled her finger around her clit and moaned.
Cameron tapped his finger on top of her hand in her panties. “I like knowing you went to the store and got these just for me.”
“Just for you.” Misha squirmed beneath his touch.
“You know what that means?”
She shook her head as he pressed his hand down on her questing fingers, sending swirls of pleasure through her. He hooked his thumbs into her panties on both sides of her hips. “It means they’re mine. Aren’t they?”
“Yes.” Misha shuddered as he pulled them off her. She watched him bring the damp fabric up to his nose. A tremor of lust pinged through her as he inhaled her scent. He placed the lingerie on the bed then reached for her skirt, which had ridden all the way up. She groaned when Cameron yanked off her skirt in one fluid motion.
“You are so sexy.”
He made her feel that way, like they could explore anything sexually together. “Hold your legs up and cross them at the ankles.” Cameron stood where she could see him.
Misha slowly lifted her feet from the bed, keeping her eyes on his face as she did when he asked. Her gaze dropped to his cock when he took it in his hand and rubbed it while he stared at her pussy. A rush of heat washed over her, puckering her nipples as Cameron reached for a condom, opened it and sheathed himself while studying her naughty pose. She was still wearing her sweater and bra, but she felt completely exposed with her stockinged feet high in the air. Her heart fluttered when he moved into a kneeling position in front of her on the bed and squeezed her pussy lips.
“Juicy and so sweet.” Cameron slipped his hands between her thighs and parted her legs, making her moan when he slid one finger into her while pressing her hand on her clit. “You’re so wet. Could you possibly want me half as much as I want you?”
“I do.” Misha whimpered when he added another finger and finger-fucked her, building the need inside her to a fevered pitch. “Cameron, I want you, only you.”
Her husky declaration wrought a rough groan from him. Misha tightened her sheath around his fingers, moaning with need when he removed them from her body.
“Take off the sweater.”
Misha pulled it off, welcoming the cool air on her heated skin.
“Cute.” Cameron pointed to her nautical themed bra that went with her panties. “Also mine and I want it.”
Misha sat up, unhooked the brassiere and had barely tossed it to him before he was covering her body with his, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He pushed her breasts together, laved both tips and she wriggled beneath him. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to take as much as he needed because she craved more. “Cameron.”
“I know.”
She knew he did as he shifted his body, knelt again and placed her nylon-covered legs over his shoulders. He filled her in one hard thrust and Misha cried out with pleasure and a little bit of delicious pain. The depth of his penetration was heightened by the angle of their positions. She raked her nails across Cameron’s chest as she drew in a breath, adjusting to the feel of him stretching her pussy walls.
“Yes!” Misha gasped when he withdrew and slammed into her again. “Give me my dessert.” She held his gaze as he worked his cock in and out of her, making sure his balls slapped her ass each time.
“You want it all?” Cameron’s voice was a rough growl.
“I want”—Misha struggled to speak as he fucked her—“all of it.” She breathed his name when he increased the pace, losing herself to the whirlwind of sensations enveloping her body. The creaks from the bed seemed to merge with her soft moans and Cameron’s gruff groans. Misha closed her eyes as her pleasure doubled, tripled and multiplied faster than she had expected. Her cry of ecstasy set off Cameron’s climax moments later. She trembled, overwhelmed by the orgasmic ricochets still stealing her breath away as Cameron disposed of the condom and moved to lie next to her.