“Camden, you coming?”
Camden blinked a few more times, clearing the fuzz from his head and finally stepping into his role as smitten lover. “I’m sorry,” he offered. “I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”
He gave one hand to Elijah and used the other to wave good night to Elijah’s family. He kept his mouth shut and his face free of the panic growing inside until he stepped into Elijah’s room.
Camden looked around the spacious room, hoping to find some sort of sofa for him to sleep on. Although the room was spacious, it wasn’t a suite built with separate rooms. There was a large king-sized bed in the middle of the room, two doors—one of which Camden assumed was a bathroom, and the other a closet—and a dresser and chest against two connecting walls.
“So, I guess I’m sleeping on the floor, then?”
Elijah closed the door behind Camden and shrugged his shoulders. “You can if you want to, but I’m too grown to be sleeping on the floor. It’s a king-sized bed. There’s more than enough room for the two of us.”
Elijah disappeared for a few moments behind one door, and Camden heard water running in the shower. When Elijah returned, he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Camden’s mouth went dry, and his heart rate increased by more than a few beats a minute.
Holy hell!
Camden remembered how remarkable Elijah’s body had been. He remembered every plane beneath his lips and fingers and how touching him made Camden senseless with need. Seeing him now, still carved with rigid lines of muscle definition, made him thirsty in ways no drink of water would ever quench.
“Not long before my family arrived, we had each other’s dicks in our hands. I don’t think sleeping in the same bed together should pose an issue. You feel me?”
Camden swallowed hard, trying to pull his dry, thick tongue from the roof of his mouth. It took a few attempts, but he could finally shake the fog from his brain and the dust from his tongue to form a sentence.
“Yes.” Camden’s voice cracked on the one syllable. He cleared his throat and tried to speak again. “It should be fine.”
Elijah shrugged a shoulder as he turned around to return to the bathroom. The high and tight curve of his ass was still visible under the towel hanging precariously off his hips, making Camden’s hand itch with the need to grab a handful.
When Elijah disappeared into the bathroom again and Camden heard the audible click of the closed door, he released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and readjusted the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
“This will most definitely not be fine.”
Chapter Thirteen
CAMDENwoke to delicious heat plastered to his back and a heavy weight draped over his leg and hip. As his sleepy brain climbed into wakefulness, he realized he should probably be alarmed by whatever it was that had his body almost completely encased. Before he could stir enough concern to muster up panic, a slow smile spread across his lips. He’d slept in Elijah’s bed last night.
It hadn’t been as glorious as the first time, where desire had woken them both throughout the night to indulge in desperate touches that led to soul-satisfying orgasms. But waking to Elijah’s heat, to the hard press of his morning hard-on positioned perfectly in the center of Camden’s crease, it was everything he wished he’d sampled in their past.
Elijah’s hand spread over Camden’s abdomen, sparking a flutter of nerves beneath his touch. Camden remained as still as he could, afraid that waking Elijah would either—A—make him stop touching Camden or—B—continue with what Camden prayed would be the natural progression of this moment, allowing Camden to give into his dangerous need for Elijah.
Elijah’s hand slipped downward until it was resting over Camden’s straining erection. Elijah’s body pressed closer against Camden’s back while his hand cupped Camden’s cock and balls. The dual actions made Camden burn from the inside out with need.
His muscles ached from being locked in the same position. His hips begged to thrust up into Elijah’s hand, to encourage him to do more than just encase his cock with still heat. But Camden couldn’t. He knew that if he did, it would end, and this unguarded moment of connection and simple pleasure would be over.
When Elijah tightened his grip on Camden’s cock, Camden lost the battle and gave in to the deep moan that rattled up his hollow chest and spilled out into the air.
The second the sound escaped his lips, Elijah’s entire body tightened against him, including the hand currently pressed against his cock.
“Shit, Camden.” Elijah pulled his hand away from Camden’s cock. “I’m sorry.”
Camden turned around and whispered, “I’m not.” He could feel the nervous smile on his lips as his gaze sought Elijah’s. “Please don’t stop on my account.”
Hunger sparked in Elijah’s eyes. Camden could see the internal battle waging inside Elijah at this moment. It was a reasonable reaction. They weren’t together under normal circumstances. Camden was a job to Elijah. Camden had made certain there was nothing more between them when he left. Indulging in this connection they seemed to share was going to bring them closer or rip them apart. Weighing both sides equally, Camden couldn’t tell which scenario was worse. He only knew what his body was begging for, and common sense be damned, it wanted Elijah’s body plastered all over his.
“Camden, my family is here, and I’m assigned as your protection detail.” Elijah’s eyes were soft and pleading, silently begging Camden to be the adult in the room. “If this goes south, I could lose my badge. I’ve just gotten back on the job. I don’t want to risk it.”
Camden heard the period on the end of Elijah’s sentence, but in his head and his heart he heard the “on you” attached firmly before the completion of that thought.
Well, there goes a lovely start to a Saturday morning.
