“I slept pretty well myself,” I smile. “Turns out your chest makes a very comfortable pillow.”
He chuckles lightly. “I’ll happily be your pillow anytime you want. How are you feeling this morning, though?”
“Sore as fuck,” I laugh. “But that’s to be expected after you impaled me with your gigantic dick last night.”
He cocks his eyebrow in amusement. “Gigantic?”
I wave him off. “You know exactly how big that thing is, Cameron. It’ll be a miracle if I can walk today.”
Cameron squeezes my ass and brushes his lips over mine. “You’re going to be just fine, baby. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you were made for me,” he says softly, almost nervously. “We’re a perfect fucking fit.”
I can’t help but smile, so absolutely captivated by everything Cameron is. “Perfect fit,” I repeat.
His inked arm flexes as he moves it, bringing his hand to my face so he can stroke his thumb over my cheek. He looks at me in pure reverence, and no one else has ever looked at me the way he does. I melt under his touch, and I realize that he has me falling for him heart-first.
But I know he’s diving right along with me.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Zhuri.”
His caramel eyes sparkle as he watches me smile. “I feel beautiful when you look at me the way you do.”
“I can’t help but look at you that way. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
I lazily run my hand up and down his taut, muscular arm. “Obsession isn’t always bad.”
“No, it isn’t,” he rasps, “because I think obsessing over you is one of the best things I’ve ever done.”
My smile is so damn wide. “I really like being with you, Cam.”
“The feeling is mutual.” He takes my lips in a sweet and tender kiss. “Should we talk about what… this… is?”
I kiss him again. “What do you want this to be?”
Cameron lets out a wary and nervous breath. “I just…” he starts before trying again. “I can’t be casual with you. If this is just a fling to you, we should stop now. I won’t risk my career for a fling, but I will risk it foryou.”
Warmth blooms through me. “Are you trying to say you want me to be your girlfriend, Kovacic?”
“I’m so bad at this,” he laughs, and I laugh with him. “Yes. I don’t want casual. I want so much more. I need you to be mine.”
I press our foreheads together. “We’ll have to keep this secret.”
“I know.” He swallows thickly. “But I don’t care. I can’t stand the thought of seeing you every day at practice without knowing that you’re mine when no one else is around.”
“Cameron,” I smile softly. “I told you last night that I was yours. I meant that. I didn’t give in for this to be a one-time thing because I knew that would never be enough for either of us. I’m all in on this.”
He lets out the biggest sigh of relief with the brightest smile on his face. “I guess that would also make me your boyfriend.”
I can’t help but tease him. “That is how relationships work, yes.”
“Brat,” he huffs, tickling my sides until I’m squirming on top of him.
The movement has me brush over his dick, and he lets out a soft groan as I feel him starting to grow hard.
I start crawling backward down the bed, Cameron’s eyes black with lust, until we’re interrupted by a knock at his door.
