Page 75 of Flirt
He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. An invisible fist closed around his heart, and his throat burned each timehe swallowed. His brain screamed at him to say something, do anything besides sit there and stare at him.
Cameron’s smile faded, and his brow creased. He tilted his head to one side, then the other, as if he was trying to work out something. Eventually, he seemed to come to a decision, because he moved closer and leaned in to press his lips to Asher’s ear.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
His brain still seemed to be offline, because he couldn’t form words, but he nodded in agreement. Not to leave necessarily, but to be alone with Cameron.
“Let’s go.”
Cameron rose to his feet, pulling Asher up with him. He paused to say something to Nico, then a heartbeat later, he was leading Asher through the crowd and past the iron fence that surrounded the park. The dull roar of voices followed them, and fireworks boomed, rolling across the sky like thunder, but a quick glance among the vehicles revealed the parking lot to be blessedly empty.
Asher counted a number of pickups and SUVs, along with a few muscle cars and a sprinkling of sedans. Cameron’s silver Infinity stuck out like a shining beacon amidst the multitudes, easily spotted just beyond the circle of light from a nearby lamppost.
Digging in his pocket for the keys, Cameron slowed as he approached the driver’s door, but Asher wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. Strung tight with anticipation, achingwith need, he molded himself to Cameron’s back, trapping him easily between his body and the side of the car.
A long groan burst from Cameron’s lips as he braced himself against the door and shuffled his feet a little wider. Gripping Cameron’s hip in one hand, Asher slid the other beneath the hem of his emerald, Mission Grove Comets T-shirt to stroke his stomach. God, he had the softest skin. Warm, smooth, stretched taut across his defined abs with just a smattering of hair that trailed down into the waistband of his jeans.
“I want you, Cam.” Kissing his way down the side of Cameron’s neck, he thrust forward, grinding the poof of his desire against that perfect, round ass.
“Yes,” Cameron hissed, pushing back into him. “God, yes.”
“I want you,” he repeated, sucking just below the line of Cameron’s collar until a bruise bloomed across the skin. “I want to taste you, then I want to bury myself inside you.”
Self-control? He no longer had any. It had ceased to exist the minute Cameron had turned those sexy fucking eyes on him. Need—primal, basic, consuming—was the only thing that remained, and he couldn’t fight it any longer.
“Asher.” Cameron pushed against the door, forcing Asher off balance until he had no choice but to release him and take a step back. “Get in the fucking car. Now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The instant Cameron walkedinto his house, he was turned and pressed hard against the wall, his mouth taken in a bruising kiss filled with lips, tongue, and teeth. Asher leaned his full weight against him, connecting them from mouth to hips, holding him in place easily. He seemed to have six hands, and those hands were everywhere at once, touching, caressing, groping, kneading, before finally settling on Cameron’s waist to jerk him even closer.
Lightheaded from a combination of desire and lack of oxygen, Cameron clutched at Asher’s shirt, giving himself over to the urgency. Hard and aching, desperate for relief, he thrust his hips, rubbing his throbbing erection against Asher’s. His head spun. His eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn’t have stopped the ragged moan that spilled from his mouth if he’d tried.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, Asher pulled away. Fisting both hands in his hair, he paced the narrow strip of hardwood floor between the kitchen and the living room, muttering words under his breath. Cameron couldn’t make out what he said, but he appeared to be arguing with himself. His entire body radiated frustration, but also something darker, something directed inward.
Cameron approached cautiously, blocking Asher’s path so that he had no choice but to stop and look at him. “We don’t have to go any further. Whatever you nee—”
“Fuck it,” Asher interrupted. In a single stride, he closed the gap between them, cradling Cameron’s face in both hands as he took his mouth in a fevered kiss.
“Yes,” Cameron encouraged in a throaty whisper as he grabbed Asher’s hips to hold him there. “Don’t stop.”
Sliding his hands under Asher’s shirt, he moaned as he moved his palms over the rippled expanse of his abs, exploring every inch of warm skin he could reach. With a huffing grunt, Asher released his mouth to strip the fabric off over his head, giving Cameron full access.
“So fucking sexy.” With just his index fingers, he traced the twin indentions at Asher’s hips that formed a deep V leading into his waistband. “You have an amazing body.”
He’d seen Asher naked before, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. The sight of all those hard muscles encased in smooth, bronzed skin made his mouth water and his dick pulse with the pounding rhythm of his heart. His body was a work of art, as if he’d been carved from stone in the most exquisite detail, then kissed by the sun before being dropped right into Cameron’s living room.
“So do you,” Asher said as he divested Cameron of his T-shirt as well. His hands came to rest on Cameron’s waist, his fingers flexing against his skin. A low rumble vibratedin his chest, and his eyes darkened with lust as he smoothed his palms up Cameron’s side and around to his chest. “Your skin is so fucking soft. So goddamn warm.”
His right hand slid up to rest lightly at Cameron’s throat, pressing a thumb under his jaw to urge his head back. With his other hand, he drew light, teasing circles around Cameron’s nipple with his index finger, then scraped his nail over the hardening nub.
“You take my breath away,” Asher whispered, strained, ragged.
Cameron was doing a whole lot of not breathing of his own, especially when Asher’s lips brushed the sensitive skin just behind his ear. “More.”
The single word spilled out before he could stop it, and he felt Asher’s lips curve against the side of his neck.
“What do you want, Cam? Tell me.”
