He tensed and used a sudden burst of strength to turn them, pushing Cam back against the pillar. Cam whimpered into his mouth, and Dawson’s pulse accelerated with the knowledge that this was what they both wanted.
Cam, even though he was taller, caged in with Dawson’s body, their kisses growing hotter and wetter.
Dawson’s lips found Cam’s jawline. His whole body tensed as he found an especially good spot and Cam made a glorious noise in the back of his throat.
It would be so easy to get carried away, because this was the best thing Dawson had felt in forever. Even his foot connecting with a ball, nailing a fifty-plus-yard field goal in a clutch moment hadn’t felt like this.
Dawson had told himself he wouldn’t do this, but maybe it had been inevitable. How could he be expected to resist something so utterly irresistible?
Cam’s fingers dug into Dawson’s waist and then slid around, digging into his ass.
A throat cleared itself behind them and it was a bucketful of cold water dumped right on Dawson’s arousal.
He pulled back. Separated them, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially when Cam was leaning against the pillar, long and lean and so gorgeous. Lips red and wet from Dawson’s mouth.
There was a security guard behind them, looking sheepish. “Sorry, just doing my rounds,” he said.
There was recognition in his eyes. At least they were both out and the fact they were both kissing people of the male sex couldn’t have beentoomuch of a shock. That they were kissing each other? That was probably pretty freaking surprising.
“Sorry,” Dawson said. “Uh. We’ll move along.”
The guy nodded, a smile tilting the corner of his mouth up. “Good game,” he said, and turned to go back upstairs.
Pleasure was banked, warm and smug, in Cam’s brown eyes when Dawson met them.
“Guess we probably surprised him,” Cam observed as Dawson glanced around, trying to remember where the PATH entry was here.
“Probably,” Dawson agreed. It was easier to say that than to talk about it.
He finally spotted the sign, way over in the corner. If he hadn’t been looking for it, he wouldn’t have found it.
It was just expedient to grab Cam’s hand, tangling their fingers together as he tugged him in the right direction. It was definitely less intimate than what they’d been doing less than five minutes ago.
“You’re not freaking out,” Cam observed as Dawson pushed the entry door open and Cam walked into the narrow passageway.
“Should I be?”
Cam shot him a look. “You were the one who said it was a bad idea.”
“It’s stillnotnot a bad idea.”
“When you figure out what that means, let me know, alright?”
Dawson sighed. “I mean, maybe it was inevitable. And it feels good. Right? You liked it?”
“Daws,” Cam said with an edge of suffering to his tone, “Ikissedyou.”
“Well, you might’ve not liked it.” He hadn’t been with anyone since Brynn, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d kissed her. Which really . . .that said it all, didn’t it? But to say he was out of practice was putting it mildly.
Cam barked out a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
“I mean it,” Dawson said.
“You were there.” They took a turn and then another and Cam glanced back at him. “It was hot.”
He’dthought so, but then it had been so long since he’d touched someone in a non-platonic way—or been touched in return—that he wasn’t sure his standards were way out of whack.
Cameron had blown them way out of the water, anyway, but that didn’t mean the feeling was reciprocal.
