Cam’s mouth notched open. “Yeah? I . . .yeah, me too.”
Leaning in, Dawson brushed his mouth across Cam’s. “You want me to say it?”
“Been waiting,” Cam admitted.
“I love you,” Dawson said.
Cam grinned. Kissed him back. But not nearly as long as Dawson was hoping for. Too soon, he was breaking it off. Still smiling like Dawson was the best gift he’d ever received. “I love you, too,” he said. “So much? I didn’t even know—”
“I didn’t either,” Dawson teased.
“Didn’t think I could be happier than when I actually got drafted. Or when I found out you were signing here, with the Thunder, but . . .” Cam shrugged, his whole face lit up with love and joy.
“Turns out things get even better.”
“You wanna show me how good?” Cam suggested.
And it was so easy to lean in and kiss him again. Longer, this time. Deeper. When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathless, and Dawson didn’t hesitate this time. “Come on,” he said, “let’s go home.”
Every inch of Cam’s skin felt like it was humming and alive with desire and with love. He crawled up Dawson’s body, pressing him down into the mattress, drunk not on booze but on the way Daws was looking up at him, like he was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
The walk home and travel up to Dawson’s floor had felt endless—far too long until they got to touch each other the way they were both dying to, but now that they’d gotten here and they’d both gotten naked, he didn’t want to rush. Cam wanted to take his time.
He’d only ever get to havefirst time, in love and together foreversex once. It was always so good with Dawson, and had been from the very first time, but Cam was ambitious and he wasn’t willing to settle for just very good.
“God, I want you,” Cam murmured, leaning in and brushing his mouth against Dawson’s, who just groaned beneath him. “Want you so bad.”
“Think I want you more,” Dawson echoed breathlessly. “You’re so—”
He gasped as Cam ground down on his cock, hard and leaking underneath him. Cam wanted to sink down on it. Grind endlessly until neither of them could take it anymore. Until they fell right off the edge together. As close as two people had ever been.
“You like that?”
“I fucking love that,” Dawson said. His head was tilted back on the pillow, pleasure already creasing his face. “Fucking loveyou.”
If Cam had thought Dawson taking his time to express his feelings meant that he wasn’t going to be willing to express them very often, it turned out he was very, very wrong. Dawson had already told him half a dozen times on their way to their apartment building, and once he’d gotten naked, Cam had already heard it twice.
Every single utterance made him grin and the last two had made him giggle.
“Wish we couldjust. . .” Cam trailed off. He ground down again. Already imagining how Dawson’s cock would feel deep inside him. But Dawson was big enough and he still had to walk tomorrow. Well, maybe nottomorrow, but in two days, and he’d already taken enough flack for Dawson fucking him so good he could barely jog properly.
“I got you,” Dawson murmured, leaning over and snagging the lube from the drawer next to the bed. “Come on, baby. Let me touch you.”
Cam didn’t need Dawson to ask twice. He shuffled closer, lifting his body in invitation. Groaning as Dawson cupped his ass and then slid a finger between his cheeks.
“Like that?” Dawson murmured.
“More,” Cam begged. Pleasure was fizzing along his spine and he was already so hard his cock ached.
Dawson must have had the same thoughts as Cam though, because he didn’t rush. Fingered Cam open slowly and deliberately, waiting until he was begging for the next finger before he finally gave it to him.
“I’m so ready,” Cam pleaded. “Want younow.”
“Patience,” Dawson countered, but his voice was rough and his other hand was clamped hard around Cam’s hip, fingers digging into his flesh. Probably leaving bruises.
God, Camhopedhe was leaving bruises. He wanted to look in the mirror tomorrow and trace the evidence of this night, of Dawson’s love, imprinted on his body.
“I know you want me.”
