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“Cameron, I’ve loved you since high school. You were the only bright light in my life. You needed to be safe. And I needed to come back to you. I’m sorry, it took me so long.” The need I have to make things right with him is making my speech passionate.
I love the way he looks at me, part sweet and part bossy. How the fuck did I manage to stay away for so long?
Following the mood, I place my hand on Cam’s neck and gently pull him down towards me. When he doesn’t resist, I want to scream with joy. If only I wasn’t so eager to taste his lips. The curiosity to know if his taste has changed, and the awareness of having him in my arms again, makes my gestures gentler, and instead of pulling him against me, I wait for him to meet me halfway.
When our lips touch, it’s like fireworks exploding, starting where we’re connected and cascading inside of me. In my need to have more, I push myself forward and pull him against me. My grunt is half-pleasure and half-pain.
“We should stop,” Cammy says.
There’s no real determination behind his words, so like hell we are. There is no stopping. I want all of him to be mine. Even if I end up in hospital once again, there’s no way I’m going to stop kissing him.
With that in mind, I pull him close once again, plastering my mouth to his with the intention of not coming up for air for a long time.
A very long, long time.
Chapter Thirteen
Cameron
We should stop.
Of course, he doesn’t. Because there is no determination behind my words.
I pull back a little, because we haven’t finished talking and I’m still kind of mad at him. Also, he’s not well, and every rushed movement could make things worse. And I’m so turned on by his touch that I’m close to coming.
“Gael . . .” I whisper, but my voice ends in a moan when he caresses my ear with his fingertips. He still knows my weak spots, but I can’t hate him for that. Not when he’s bringing me so much pleasure with a mere touch.
“Let me touch you.” Gael’s voice is a prayer, full of need and desire.
I can’t say no to that. Instead, I lean in, missing his lips on mine, and I resume the kiss, keeping it light, because I don’t want to lose my mind too soon.
His fingers resume caressing my ear, but this time I move away and his hand lands on my shoulder.
He looks at me, hurt and surprised, and the words I don’t want to say are out before I can stop them.
“You’ll make me come too soon.”
The sparkle in his eyes makes the shame of my confession disappear, replaced by the need to have him ravish me.
“That’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”
The smirk on his lips and the teasing behind his words, remind me of his past self. Brazen, horny, and able to make me touch the sky, every single time.
“Let me see what you’ve got.” I tease him back, knowing what it will do to him, and I don’t have to wait long to see and feel his next move.
He raises his hand, and I’m sure he’ll go back to caressing my ear once again. Instead, he moves it away and then down, and before I can process what’s happening, he’s pressing it firmly on my cock. Not even my trousers can stop the burning sensation of his touch. My moan is equal parts surprise and excitement.
“Fuck,” I cry out, while I try to control my cock to avoid coming in my boxers. I try to pull away, but he presses his hand more firmly against me, and the combination of pleasure and pain keeps me on the edge.
“Don’t come.”
I’m glad it’s not an order, or it would have done the trick and made me climax.
“Don’t talk and don’t touch,” I order him, trying to infuse my voice with some authority. But the words come out all choked.
“I love when you’re so close to coming that you become a bossy sweet-talker.”
I scowl at Gael, but there’s no heat behind my gaze. What I really want is for him to make me come, and then put his arms around me until morning comes, so I can witness with my own eyes that he’s still here.
