Page 70 of Flirt
Her words, not his, and he’d learned all this within the first twenty minutes of meeting her.
Setting up the tables in the gymnasium of the local high school hadn’t been as terrible as he’d anticipated. At the very least, it had given him an excuse to keep away from the woman. Still, that didn’t stop her from batting her lashes at him from across the room. Once the other members of the panel began arriving, she’d ceased being overtly flirtatious, but she hadn’t been subtle, either.
Not even Cameron’s entrance had dissuaded her. It sure as shit distracted Asher, though.
Another round of storms had moved in while he’d been arranging tables and spreading tablecloths. Since they were predicted to move on well before the fireworks show that night, he hadn’t spared more than a passing thought to the rain that beat against the windows and pounded the roof of the auditorium.
Not until Cameron walked through the double doors at the back of the room, looking for all the world like he’djust strolled out of Asher’s wettest dreams. His normally tidy hair stuck out all over his head in damp, messy spikes, water dripping from the tips to roll down his flushed face.
He’d never seen Cameron wear those particular pair of jeans before, but he hoped to see them a whole lot more. The wet denim molded to his ass and thighs, and the fabric had more holes in it than a sieve. His white V-neck had a small logo of a coffee cup on the right shoulder with the wordsCoffee Saves Livesprinted over it. Drenched from the rain, the thin cotton clung to every muscle, every valley, every curve.
When Cameron spotted him, his whole damn face lit up in a heart-stopping smile that made Asher’s knees weak. The guy was fucking sin on two legs, and he didn’t even know it.
“Hey,” he said once he’d reached the table where Asher waited. “Still need me to save you?”
The teasing gleam in his eyes was the icing on the cake, the little nudge that finally pushed Asher over the edge. Uncaring who saw them, he fisted the front of Cameron’s shirt and jerked him forward until their hips met. His other hand went to Cameron’s hair, threading through the wet locks to pull his head back.
“You are goddamn trouble,” he grumbled before sealing their mouths together in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Cameron opened for him on a moan, his lips parting to accept Asher’s thrusting tongue. He tasted like coffeeand chocolate, and Asher sucked at his mouth greedily, wishing to hell they were somewhere more private.
Something dropped to the floor beside them with a heavy thud, and across the room, a man cleared his throat. Reluctantly, Asher broke the kiss, but kept his hand fisted in Cameron’s shirt to hold him close as he fought to catch his breath.
“Hi,” he whispered finally. “Come here often?”
Cameron chuckled, though his eyes still looked a little dazed. “I should probably change before we start setting up.” He kicked a tattered gray backpack near his foot. “I’ll be right back.”
“I could come with you,” Asher offered. Picturing Cameron damp and naked was doing nothing to soften his erection, so he might as well make the most of it. “You might need some help.”
Laughing again, Cameron pressed a hand to the middle of Asher’s chest. “As much as I’d love that, if you come with me, we’ll never make it back for the contest.”
“I’m not seeing a downside to this.”
“Down boy,” Nico said, joining them by the table. “After we win, he’s all yours. Until then, keep it in your pants.”
“Speaking of pants.” Ignoring Nico, Asher spoke to Cameron. “I’m pretty sure Linda Picklesimer wants to fuck me.”
He expected a blush. Instead, Cameron sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.”
“Is she like that with everyone?” Maybe he’d overreacted, and it really had been just a bit of harmless flirting.
“No, but you’re new and shiny. I’ll tell her to back off.”
Okay, yeah, not going to happen. He’d joked about Cameron saving him, but he could deal with his own shit. “Let’s save the jealous boyfriend act for another day.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Cameron nodded firmly. “I’m not jealous.”
Chuckling at his petulant tone, Asher kissed him one last time before releasing him. “Go, before I change my mind and drag you out of here.”
“You two are disgusting.” Nico’s words didn’t match the smile on his face.
“Jealous,” Asher muttered.
Both men glared at him, speaking the same words at the same time. “I’m not jealous.”
