Page 76 of Flirt
“More. Jesus, Ash, I don’t care. Just dosomething.” He was burning up, completely consumed, and he’d do anything for one more taste, one more touch,one moreof anything Asher would give him.
Asher made a choked sound in the back of his throat, then his mouth was on Cameron’s again, hungry and desperate. One hand on his neck, the other tangled in his hair, Asher walked him backwards until his shoulders pressed against the wall. Their tongues met and tangled, sliding together with heat and desire, want and need.
It wasn’t enough.
“More.”
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The kiss seemed togo on forever, yet not long enough. Asher didn’t think it would ever be long enough with Cameron.
His jeans felt too tight, his dick straining the integrity of his zipper. His heart hammered, his stomach clenched, and every nerve ending ignited. His body was all in, completely engaged, but silencing the battle in his mind proved more difficult.
Not that he didn’t want this. Fuck, he’d never wanted anything or anyone more. He and Cameron had been dancing around each other for weeks, and at times, he’d been frustrated and impatient. Now that they were there, balancing on the edge, his conscience wouldn’t shut the hell up.
Cameron was gorgeous, intelligent, and incredibly sweet. A little shy, a little unsure, qualities that had never appealed to him before, but with Cameron, he found them oddly endearing. He had the biggest heart with all the best intentions, and Asher had never met anyone so unwaveringly kind, even to those who didn’t deserve it.
What the hell am I doing?
More importantly, what the hell was Cameron doing with someone like him?
He’d never given a shit about who he stuck his dick in before. Maybe if he’d been more selective, he wouldn’t have ended up in this mess with Kyle. If he’d been more careful about who he took to his bed, his world wouldn’t be dissolving into chaos.
How the hell could he drag Cameron into his fucked-up life?
Cameron didn’t do casual. He wasn’t the fuck-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. Asher didn’t even know people could feel things as deeply as Cameron did, but maybe he was starting to understand, because what he felt for the guy went deep. Way. Fucking. Deep.
The unfairness of it all left him feeling frayed and raw. He could take Cameron to bed and fuck him until neither of them could move, but what would happen the next day? Or the day after that? This thing between them was too new to ask Cameron to stick around for the eventual fallout. Besides, he deserved far better than a naïve trick turned indiscriminate manwhore.
He must have been more lost inside his head than he realized, because gentle hands took his face, and Cameron looked up at him with those soul-deep eyes.
“Did I lose you again?” One hand left his cheek, and fingertips fluttered against his temple. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Again. He’d already tried to walk away once tonight, and he’d failed spectacularly. This time had to be different.He had to do better. As much as he wanted Cameron, he couldn’t be selfish, not with something—someone—so important.
He wanted to explain, to make Cameron understand. Instead, he opened his mouth and blurted, “I can’t do this.”
Dropping his hands to his sides, Cameron nodded and locked gazes with him, watching, searching, dissecting Asher piece by piece. He didn’t ask why. He didn’t try to convince him to change his mind.
He just stared at him and said, “Talk to me.”
Sucked under the spell of those hypnotic eyes, Asher spilled everything. He told him all his concerns, his doubts, even his fears. There might have even been a recipe for chocolate chip cookies in there, because by the time he’d finished, he felt drained…empty.
“So,” Cameron said when Asher ran out of words, “let me see if I understand this. You think you’re not good enough for me. You’re worried about what will happen with Kyle, but more about dragging me into the middle of it all.” As he spoke, he ticked each item off on his fingers. “You’ve had a lot, and I do meana lot, of meaningless sex, but this—” He waved a hand between them. “—means something. Is that about it?”
Asher inhaled, puffing out his cheeks, then let out the breath on a frustrated sigh. “It’s a little more complicated than that, but yeah. Sounds about right.”
A smirk tilted one side of Cameron’s lips. “I think you care, Ash.”
“I care.”
“I think you care a lot.”
What were they, ten? “Yes, I care about you, and I want to be fair to you.”
“What about what I want?”
Placing both hands on the wall beside Cameron’s head, trapping him there, Asher tilted his head to one side. “What?”
