He doesn’t do that at all.
“Then what is it?” I ask, my gaze settling on his stormy eyes. His pinky brushes against mine, the lightest of accidental touches, but it makes me feel comforted nonetheless.
For a minute it looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it. He offers me a soft smile.
“Nothing,” he says. I don’t believe him, but I don’t want to push him either. “Of course I’ll come with you.”
For the hundredth time today, I smile. Just knowing he’ll be there makes me happy. It’s only a second opinion. Looking at places for my dream of making BrewTech andA War of Fire & Icea real startup, a real, viable game.
But it’s the validation on a deeper level that he doesn’t think my dreams are stupid.
That he knows it’s important to me, and that’s enough.
If you would have told me months ago I’d be touring New York City with Cameron Scott, after all that had happened between us, I wouldn’t have believed you.
But here we are.
Here we fucking are, returning from the ashes of what we used to be, burning brighter than ever before.
I shift closer to him, pushing off the cold stone until I have him backed against the rail. I don’t miss the way his gaze darkens. I don’t think twice about settling my hand on his neck andghosting my lips over his. His pulse races beneath my fingertips, so I do it again.
“Thank you,” I say, letting my hand trail down his chest, until it rests above his waist. I kiss him softly. Deeply.
I never want this feeling to end. Kissing him feels so fuckinggood.I pull away, getting a good look at the grin on his face. He’s been smiling all day too.
“You hungry?” I ask. His hand settles on my hip.
“I could eat,” he says.
“Pizza and a movie?” I ask, running my hands over his chest, feeling the smooth hardness beneath my fingers. Part of me worries I’m being too touchy. Too clingy. Too needy, but Cam doesn’t stop me. He lets out a low breath, his gaze alight with interest.
My fingers graze over his pecs and I can feel the stiffness of his nipples beneath his shirt, which makes my cock twitch. “Back at your place?”
“Absolutely,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “You pick the movie this time.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, even though I know no one can hear us. “Maybe we can watch the one where you played the crazy stripper,” I tease him.
“You saw that?” he asks, his voice full of humor.
“Uh huh,” I say as I move my mouth to his neck. I slide one hand up, settling it on the side of his neck, while I kiss, bite, and suck at the opposite side and his pulse really kicks up. Not to mention his evident hardness pressing against my thigh. Something akin to pride rushes through me as I grin.
Knowing I have that effect on him, that I turn him on…
Fuck, that makes me feel so good I can’t even describe it.
“I’ve seen all your movies,” I tell him. “How could I not?”
His head falls back, giving me more access and I take it greedily.
I want him. I want all he’s willing to give me, yes, but I want so much more than that.
I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel.
My mouth moves slowly up his neck until I’m just below his ear. I kiss the tender spot, continue to bite and suck as my grip on his throat tightens just enough to make his pulse race, but not enough to choke him or hurt him. His cock twitches against me, which must mean he likes it.
My own jumps in response becausehe likes it.
I thrust my hips against his instinctively, drinking in the sounds he makes when I do so.
