Cam lets out a breathless huff and shakes his head. “Like…fifteen, maybe?”
My gaze narrows on his face. “You’re a professional athlete. I’ll give you five.”
A mixture of a scoff and a laugh slips from him as I jump off the counter and head over to the living room. I feel his gaze on me—specifically on my ass, where his cum has started leaking down my thigh—and I swipe it up with a couple fingers.
I arch a brow at him while dropping down on the leather sofa, only to start stroking my cock with his release.
“Let’s go, Steele. We’ve got a lot of rooms to go.”
After a second round of deliciously tiresome sex—first with me sucking and licking his cock back to life before having him ride me on the living room sofa—Cam and I find ourselves naked and chatting away while curled up together in his bed. It’s well after midnight, according to the alarm clock on his nightstand, which is theonlything in his bedroom besides his bed, I’ve come to realize.
Not that I’ve spent much time looking around since he carried me in here and promptly threw me down onto the mattress. I’ve been too busy kissing him, touching him, reveling in the fact that this amazing human still chooses me after all this time.
It’s a fact I hope never changes.
“You said you’re on break, right?” he asks while watching my fingers trail over the ridges of his abs.
“Mmm,” I hum in confirmation before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Until the second week of January.”
“I don’t know what your plans are, but would you wanna stay here during it? Even if it’s just for a night or two?”
My gaze slides over to his, finding his eyes already lingeringon my face. The amount of love and hope and happiness flowing from their blue depths is enough to drown me, but it’s a way I’d be happy to go.
“And what if I want to stay every night?” I whisper, and he arches a brow.
“For break, you mean?”
I shake my head. “For good.”
There’s a beat where he’s silent, processing what I’ve said, before a slow smile pulls at his lips. He lets out a soft laugh and sits up against the headboard, pulling me with him.
“Lo, are you inviting yourself to move in with me?”
I hum another confirmation before swinging my leg over his hips, straddling him. Leaning in until my nose brushes his, I place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth before whispering, “I mean, how else am I going to ruin your sleep schedule?”
“You’re already managing pretty well on your first night. But I guess I can make that sacrifice if it means seeing you as much as possible.”
“Youguess, huh?”
“Yep, and only because I know what a great roommate you are.”
There’s a teasing gleam in his eyes when I pull back to meet his gaze, and I shove his chest playfully.
“Roommate?” I admonish with a huff. “Last time I checked, I now have the title ofboyfriend. For real this time, which happens to mean I’ll be even better at it than the first go ‘round.”
Another rich laugh leaves him as his hands find my waist, gripping tightly.
“Lo, I was sold the moment you walked through the door. Seeing you here… It just solidified how much I don’t want to be without you anymore. In any capacity. So, yes, I want you to move in with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” he whispers, before kissing me softly. “Besides, how else am I gonna get that pesto chicken?”
I scoff and shove against him again, but an arm locks around my lower back, keeping me firmly in place. “First of all, you’re a menace when it comes to that dish. But since we’re on the subject of food…Iamkinda starving.”
He arches a brow. “Feeding you my cock earlier wasn’t enough? You want actual food too?”
I shrug before pressing my lips to his mouth, then his cheek, murmuring against his skin, “What can I say? I’m insatiable.”
