“The first morning in New York,” he states, eyes locking with mine. “You were cuddling me when I woke up, and I thought you looked like a little koala clinging to a tree.”
“Oh, and you’re the tree?”
“I mean…” He trails off, grinning, and I can’t stop my scoff.Not because it isn’t accurate; it definitely is. I just don’t wanna give him the satisfaction. Especially after only now finding out he was awake the morning I was cuddling him like a touch-starved lunatic.
Or a koala in a tree, apparently.
“A lot of koalas have chlamydia, you know.”
“Oh, perfect. That’ll go great with my syphilis monster,” he says before dropping me on the counter.
I release a low groan, followed by a pained laugh as my forehead falls to his shoulder. “Ugh, God. I’m never living that down, am I?”
“You’re sure not, but I promise to make enduring it worth your while.”
His palms curl around my neck and he uses his thumbs to tilt my chin up. Amusement glitters in his eyes while he smiles down at me as if I’ve hung every star in the sky, only to drop his mouth to mine in a slow kiss. Well, it starts out slow, but then his tongue traces the seam of my lips before coaxing them apart, and we go from zero to sixty in the span of a heartbeat.
My hands slide up into his hair, sinking into the silky blond strands while his tongue takes greedy pulls of mine, kissing me with as much passion and desire as I’m feeling. It’s the kind of kiss I wanted to give him back at The Garden earlier, but too many people were milling about.
This kiss is completely different from any of the others we’ve shared—because this one isn’t goodbye. It isn’t rushed or laced with deceit and sadness. It’s one that says we have all the time in the world, and there’s nothing stopping me from indulging in every nip and lick and touch my body’s been craving for months—since the last time it felt his.
Legs still wrapped around his hips, I start shamelessly grinding my erection against his thickening cock, loving the little moans that spill from his mouth from the added friction. Thedelicious sounds send another surge of need through me, and my arms slide down his back before my hands dip beneath his shirt and then drag it upward.
He breaks away, allowing me to pull his shirt clean off and toss it aside before he dives in again—this time for my neck, kissing a path from my collarbone to my jaw.
“Where did you get this?” he whispers against my skin before tugging on the sleeve of my jersey. “They haven’t released them yet.”
“I had it custom made. I wanted to have it ready for your debut, just in case.”
The statement has him pausing his wicked torment, and he leans back to meet my gaze. There’s a softness around his eyes I recognize well from the moments where I’d do something for him with no expectations, like the flashdrive or the manga page of us, and just like those times, it leaves him speechless.
“I meant it when I said I’d be there, no matter when or where,” I tell him, my focus dancing between his eyes. “Us being apart was only ever temporary for me.”
Cam’s lips part and he lets out a surprised laugh before dropping his forehead to mine again. His thumbs skate over the line of my jaw in a loving caress, still looking for his words before he finally replies.
“You are the most unbelievable person I’ve ever met. You know that?”
“I’m glad you think so,” I whisper, feeling the blush creep over my face.
He presses a quick kiss to my heated cheeks before his hands leave my neck to work open my jeans. I go to strip my jersey off, but one hand catches my wrist, stopping me.
“Leave it on.”
“You really wanna play out this fantasy, don’t you?” I ask with a laugh, but he just grins wider.
“Maybe just this once,” he murmurs. “Because you’re finally mine again.”
Well, how can I argue with that?
Cam releases my wrist and continues working my pants open, only to yank them down my legs when I lift my ass off the counter. His sweats are gone a second later, leaving him gloriously naked before me as he grabs his wallet, producing a packet of lube.
“Surprised you don’t just have a bottle hidden in every room of the apartment if you were hoping for a sex-tour,” I tease.
“I’ll make sure to remember that for next time,” he says, clearly amused as he coats his length with the gel. “Now, lean back for me, Lo.”
My mouth waters from watching him stroke and spread the lube over his shaft, so entranced by the sight, it has my own cock twitching and aching between my thighs, but I obey him and fall back on the counter. I can still feel the cool granite through the fabric of the jersey, and I let out a soft hiss when it rides up to my pecs after he slips his arms under my knees and drags me closer.
With my ass hanging off the edge at the perfect level for his cock, I expect him to make quick work of burying it inside me, overcome with the same need and desire currently coursing through my body. But then his lube-coated palm wraps around my length, giving me a few gentle strokes instead. My eyes fall closed as he jacks me, losing myself in his touch. It feels so fucking good, especially when he pays extra attention to the sensitive spot under my crown, but I’m too keyed up for this kind of teasing.
