My hand stops as I lick my lips, taking in the sight of Cam as the sheets shift, slipping down his body to expose his ass.
His body is a work of art. One I’m still trying to learn, in many ways.
But I want to learn. I want to be coded for him, the way he’s clearly been coded for me.
I want to be the best boyfriend he’s ever had.
I grin at the word.Boyfriend.
He groans and I know he’s awake, so I close my sketchpad and slip it between the stacked books on his shelf with my pencil before he can see.
Not that I’m embarrassed by my early morning studies, but I’m not sure I’m ready for him to see my stalker sketches. Theones I’ve been doing every morning when I wake up, before I make him breakfast.
Some things I just want to keep for myself.
“Austen,” he groans, tightening his grip around his pillow. “Come back to bed. It’s too early to get up,” he says, his voice tinged with sleep.
It’s eight a.m. Usually I have a full breakfast ready by now. Technically, it’slatefor me, and very un-routine of me.
But I couldn’t help getting lost in all his details this morning. Probably because I’m still trying to process the fact I bought the building and what that really means for me. For us.
I should tell him.
I know I should, but there’s still a part of me that’s worried I’ll scare him off with a gesture like that.
Cam isn’t the kind of guy who likes grand gestures. I also know he isn’t the kind of guy who stays in one place very long.
But it’s been almost two weeks that he’s been here. He hasn’t mentioned a job or needing to leave. Maybe…
“Austen…” He reaches one hand out, his fingers grazing my knee.
“It’s eight,” I say. “I still need to make breakfast, and—”
His hand finds mine, fingers sliding between mine. My heart skips a beat as he tugs.
“I got your breakfast right here,” he murmurs and I can’t help the smile that graces my lips as I let him pull me closer. “All the vitamin D you need.”
“Mhmm.” My gaze roves over his ass, my cock twitching in my underwear. He is a buffet alright.
One I can’t seem to get enough of.
So I let him pull me down to the bed. I don’t fight him. He scoots back enough to make room for me and I crawl into bed wordlessly. Cam wraps his arms around me, pulling me backinto his chest as he cuddles me. I back my ass against his dick and he chuckles.
“You are insatiable,” he murmurs in my ear. “Always ready to go.”
Panic and anxiety hit, souring the moment. Because they remind me of someone else.
God, how much sex do you need, Austen? Seriously.
I tense, trying to push the memory away. I don’t wantherto poison what’s perfect.
Cam must sense my tension, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slips his hand between the band of my underwear until his hand wraps around my cock.
His twitches against my ass, and I close my eyes, reveling in the heady feel, a soft moan escaping my throat.
The dark chuckle that leaves his mouth is smooth like bourbon.
“I love it,” he says.
