Oceans Apart (Ocean Dreams Book 1) by Emma Fitzgerald Read Free Book Online

the moment when she heard a voice in the background.
    “Annie?” Cam looked at her like he was waiting for an answer.
    “Sorry. Lost in thought.” She nervously giggled.
    “I asked you what you wanted to drink. Coffee? Juice? Tea?”
    “Coffee would be great. No sugar but a little cream, thanks,” Annie replied.
    “Coming right up.” Cam moved over to the fancy coffee maker and pressed a button. A whirring sounded from the machine and within thirty seconds, a piping hot cappuccino was being passed to her. Annie reached across to take the mug from Cam but he didn’t let go. He held firmly onto the mug, which made Annie look up and into those eyes again.
    Cam just wanted to drop the mug, reach over, and pull her up on top of the counter so he could lose himself in this Angel from Nashville. He might have done that at one time; but his instincts were telling him to try to control himself, and to take things slower than he usually would. That would be a hard task but he wasn’t willing to let Annie go just yet, or even ever.
    “Thank you,” Annie said to Cam as she tugged just a little so he would release the mug to her.
    “No worries.” He winked at her as he turned back to the stove. Annie’s heart flip-flopped back and forth. How on earth was she going to spend the day without losing her mind? She had no answer.
    “Can I help with anything?” asked Annie.
    “It’s all good, Nashville. Take a seat and I’ll serve it up now.” Nobody had ever given Annie a nickname before, and she found herself grinning internally every time Cam called her Nashville. Cam busied himself serving the omelette onto two plates and brought them over to the long rectangle dining table where Annie was sitting at one end.
    “Wow! Impressive,” Annie said as Cam placed her meal in front of her.
    Cam chuckled. “It’s just eggs with a few veggies thrown in. Nothing special.”
    Annie took a mouthful of the ‘not so special’ omelette. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the flavors exploding in her mouth. No one had ever cooked breakfast just for her. The cook her parents employed when she was growing up only gave Tracey and her oatmeal, and it wasn’t until Annie went to college that she tried anything different. This might have been nothing special to Cam; but to Annie, this was another experience that may never have happened just a few weeks ago.
    “You’ve never had an omelette before, have you?” Cam questioned her.
    “Why would you say that?” Annie asked defensively.
    “I’ve just never seen anyone nearly orgasm over my cooking,” he replied cheekily.
    Annie couldn’t believe what he had said and she had no idea how to respond to it either. She just kept eating until her plate was clean. She didn’t even want to make eye contact with him since Cam affected her more than she had first thought.
    “Well, if nothing else, at least my food can satisfy you,” Cam said as he stood and cleared the table.
    “Let me help you with those dishes,” Annie said.
    “It’s all good, Nashville. The housekeeper will do them when she arrives. We have some other business to get down to,” Cam said. He put the plates into the sink, turned back, and walked straight over until he was inches from Annie.
    “What business…do you mean?” Annie could feel her heart speeding up and her breathing getting quicker. Maybe he was talking about finishing what he started out on the balcony before breakfast. She looked up at him with her wide, chocolate brown eyes, waiting for his reply.
    Cam could have very easily, leaned in, and ravished her there and then. Hell, he probably would have with any other woman, especially the groupies. Cam could tell Annie was different. He felt different. He wanted to protect her, to move slowly and satisfy this intriguing woman. These were feelings that normally wouldn’t even cross his mind. Yes, he still wanted to take her there and then but he knew he would lose her.
    He dropped his head