“I want to see you,” I say softly.“I want to see how I make you feel.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares at me, his lips parted slightly.My hand moves faster now, sliding up and down his length, drawing quiet moans from him.
“Does this feel good?”I ask, my voice low, almost a growl.
“Yes,” he moans, his head falling back against the pillow.“So good.”
The sight of him—flushed, breathless, lost in pleasure—is almost enough to undo me.But this isn’t about me.It’s about him.
I shift, leaning down to kiss his neck, then his collarbone.His body shudders beneath me, and I trail my tongue over his chest, teasing one of his nipples.
“Oh my God,” he groans, his hands clutching the sheets tightly.
I move back up, capturing his lips in a kiss—slow, deep, and desperate.
“Fox,” he moans into my mouth, his voice trembling as our lips move together.
“Yes?”I murmur, biting his bottom lip lightly.
He groans loudly, thrusting into my hand as I pick up the pace.My strokes grow faster, more deliberate, and his entire body tenses beneath me.
“God, it’s…” His voice trails off as he cries out, his climax crashing over him.
I watch as his body relaxes, his breathing fast and uneven, his eyes closed.A soft smile touches my lips as I take in the sight of him, undone and beautiful.
“That was quick,” I tease, unable to resist.
Cameron groans, covering his face with his arm again.“You just can’t stop being an asshole, can you?”
“Nope,” I reply with a chuckle, leaning back to grab a few tissues from his nightstand.I clean my hand first, then gently wipe him off.
“You’ve seen me naked before,” I say as he keeps his arm firmly over his face.“Hell, you’ve even watched me with someone else.What’s there to be shy about now?”
He removes his arm, rolling his eyes but still refusing to meet mine.Instead, he stares at the ceiling, his lips pressed into a thin line.
I chuckle, getting out of his bed.“Relax, Cam.You’re fine.”
I go to his adjoined bathroom and flush the tissue paper.I turn on the faucet and wash my hands.When I return to the bed, he’s pulling his sweatpants back on, but I don’t give him a chance to retreat.I slide back into bed, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close.
He stiffens at first, clearly surprised, but he doesn’t resist.
“Let’s talk,” I say, my voice soft.
“You don’t have to be an asshole by acting awkward toward me, then turning around and saying you won’t do it again—only to push me away and tell me to stay out of your life,” he says bitterly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling fan.
I laugh quietly.“I won’t do that again, I promise.And for the record, I definitely want to dothisagain.”
His gaze snaps to me, a mix of frustration and curiosity swirling in his eyes.
“Why did you do it?”he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Do what?”I tease, though I know exactly what he means.
“Shut up.You know what I’m talking about,” he says shyly, biting his bottom lip.
I smile, leaning closer.“I’ve always wanted to.These past nights, I couldn’t stop imagining what you’d feel like in my hands.”My voice lowers as I press a kiss to his forehead.
“Don’t do that.I’m not your boyfriend,” he says, his tone firm but uncertain.
