Somebody Like You: A Small Town Single Mom Romance (The Heartbreak Brothers Book 4) Carrie Elks (free reads .TXT) 📖

“Really? You doubt your prowess that much?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “You’re a smartass, you know that?”

“There’s nothing smart about me being here.”

He stopped in the kitchen doorway, his body almost filling the frame. Mia went to squeeze past him, but he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. The warmth of his bare chest radiated through her t-shirt, his strong, thick arms circling her tightly.

“Hey,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her brow. “I’m glad you came.”

Mia lifted her head up, a smile ghosting her lips. “Did you mention coffee?”

“It’s coming right up. Sit down over there.” He inclined his head toward the breakfast bar. The infamous location of last week’s kiss. She did as she was told, sliding onto a stool and leaning her chin in her hands as she watched him froth the milk and pour it into two small cups.

She didn’t really need the caffeine. She’d been up with the birds, long before Michael left at the crack of dawn to meet Leon, Noah, and Josh for practice. She’d showered, shaved, and taken way too long looking at the parts of her nobody had seen – let alone touched – in a long while.

Would he expect her to be fully bare? Or just trimmed? What did supermodels do?

Of course they’d be bare. Hair was probably the enemy in their world. But she didn’t have time to do that. Not unless she’d used a razor.

And there was only one thing less sexy than hair down there, and that was cuts all over her soft skin.

Nope. He was going to have to cope with a little hair. That’s all there was to it.

She’d stepped out of the shower and taken a look at herself in the old mirror that hung over the basin. She was pretty good from the chest up. Her breasts weren’t too saggy, and her arms were toned thanks to all the yoga she used to do when she had the time and money back in Kansas City.

Below was a little trickier. She had stretchmarks, of course, and loose skin where her body had never quite gotten back to normal after two pregnancies with big babies. Even if she sucked in, that skin was still there.

The thought of him seeing her naked made her feel sick. The last time a guy saw her fully bare for the first time she’d been eighteen, with a body she wished she’d appreciated at the time.

Now she was almost double that age. And right now she felt it. Cam was used to supermodels. How the hell could she compete with that?

She should just go home and hide before she embarrassed herself.

“What are you thinking about?” Cam asked, leaning across the breakfast counter, his elbows resting on the granite surface.

“I’m thinking I’m way too old to be a booty call on a Saturday morning, when I should be doing laundry or something.”

He laughed. “You can do my laundry if you’d like. I’ll tell you what, we’ll carry it down together and I’ll bend you over the machine while it washes.”

An image of Cam’s muscled body pressed against her back flashed into her head. “You can try all you like to make laundry sexy, but I’m not buying it.”

He shrugged, looking amused. “I was only trying to kill two birds with one stone. And if you want my opinion, there’s nothing sexier than being inside a woman at a time when everybody else is going about their daily lives. I’ve always been a morning sex kind of guy.”

“I can tell you’ve never had kids.”

Another laugh. “I guess they can ruin the mood. But there are no kids here now.”

No, there weren’t. It was just the two of them, and this lingering promise between them.

“Come here,” he said softly, tipping his head to look at her.

Mia swallowed hard. “Now?”

“Yeah.” His voice was honey sweet. Damn, it did things to her. She walked around the counter to where he was standing. He immediately turned her around until her waist was pressing into the breakfast bar, his firm body hot against her back. “You’re so tense,” he said, his breath warm against her ear. He started to massage her shoulders, his fingers strong and firm. She groaned at how good it felt. “You need to relax. There’s nothing to be scared of. We’re two adults doing what we want to do. It’s nobody else’s business.” He circled a finger to release a knot in her muscle.

Mia groaned. “If you keep doing that, I think I’m going to come anyway.”

Cam chuckled, the air tickling her neck. “Come upstairs with me.”

She looked down at the counter, her eyes tracing the patterns in the stone. This was it. There was still time to leave. To do the damn laundry waiting for her at home or the grocery shopping or whatever else she really should be doing right now.

But she didn’t want to. She wanted to be here. Wanted to know what it felt like to be with another man. It was a milestone she needed to pass on her way to the new Mia. The kick-ass independent woman who took care of herself and her family.

He was holding his hand out to her. She slid her palm against his, feeling the roughness, the callouses, and the strength as his fingers curled around her. He pulled until her body was pressed against his. “Come on,” he said, his lips barely brushing against hers. “It’s time for a little therapy.”

Chapter Fifteen

His bedroom was bigger than the entire ground floor of her old place in Kansas City. The shining light oak floor was covered with huge white rugs, which matched the walls and the bedding, along with the full size leather sofa and easy chairs at the far end of the room.

“This feels like walking into heaven,” Mia said, shaking her head as she looked around. “Why is everything so white?”

Cam shrugged. “Not my décor. But it’s