Page 95 of Flirt
After a couple of deep breaths to calm his racing pulse and ease the pounding in his temples, he finally managed to get some of his rage under control. “What happened?”
Cameron shrugged, but he pressed closer to Asher’s side. “I was coming out of the bathroom and literally ran into him. He wanted to buy me a drink to apologize. Said he missed me.”
“Do you believe him?”
Again, he shrugged. “No, but it wouldn’t matter if I did. I have nothing to say to him.”
The knot in Asher’s chest unraveled, and he breathed out on a long sigh. “Do you want to leave?”
“Nope.” A mischievous grin stretched Cameron’s lips, and he took Asher’s hands, walking backwards toward the stairs. “I want to dance.”
If Cameron wanted to dance, Asher would give that prick Richard a show he’d never forget. “Let’s go.”
Grasping Cameron’s hand, he led him down the stairs and out onto the dance floor, finding an empty space thatcould be seen from the upper level. Locking one arm around Cameron’s waist, he pulled him closer, molding their bodies together, not leaving even an inch of space between them. Territorial didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling. Fuck, he wanted to strip Cameron down and rub all over him like a fucking animal so that all the other beasts would know to keep their distance.
Yeah, Richard could go fuck himself, preferably with something sharp.
“Hey,” Cameron called over the music. “You okay?”
“Fine.”
So not fine.
Looking over the top of Cameron’s head, he glanced toward the balcony, unsurprised to find Richard leaning against the railing, drink in hand, eyes narrowed. He watched them, stalking their every dip and sway, his lips moving as if muttering obscenities to himself. Caught up in glaring at the douchebag, Asher didn’t immediately realize he and Cameron had stopped moving until he heard the man laugh.
“What?” he demanded, dragging his gaze away from Richard to focus on Cameron.
“You’re jealous.”
“I am not.” Great, now he was jealous and childish.
“Don’t worry.” Grabbing Asher’s waist, Cameron jerked him forward and swiveled his hips, grinding theirgroins together. “This whole possessive thing you have going is really doing it for me.”
“Is that right?” Focusing on Cameron proved a lot more fun than worrying about his idiot ex. “Like this?” Remembering the first time they’d dance together, Asher grabbed Cameron’s ass in both hands, squeezing hard. “I’m not sure I’m doing it right.”
“Oh, yeah.” A wicked, teasing grin stretched Cameron’s lips, and he lifted his arms to wind them around Asher’s neck. “Just like that.” His fingers danced up Asher’s nape and skimmed along the back of his head, tickling the short hairs there. “Kiss me.”
Fuck.
No one got to him the way Cameron Stone did. Two little words, spoken just loud enough to be heard over the pulse of the music, and Asher was already hard and aching. Fisting one hand in Cameron’s silky locks, he kept the other pressed against his tight backside, anchoring him in place as he slanted their mouths together. The sweet, needy moan that spilled from Cameron’s lips was the best compliment he’d ever received, but it didn’t do a damn thing for his self-control.
They weren’t even dancing anymore. Hell, they weren’t moving at all other than the tangle of their tongues and the sporadic moments when they readjusted for a better, deeper angle. His dick throbbed, his pulse raced.Perspiration beaded across his brow, and he couldn’t think at all beyondyes, now, naked, more.
“Find Nico,” he demanded, punctuating the command by dragging his teeth down the side of Cameron’s neck.
“What?” Sinking his fingers into Asher’s hair, Cameron tilted his head back, swaying against him.
“Find Nico,” Asher repeated, his voice harsher, strained.
“Why?”
Asher thrust forward, pressing his erection against Cameron’s hip. “To tell him we’re leaving.”
Cameron lifted his head, blinked, then nodded slowly before taking a step back. “Let’s go.” Taking Asher’s wrist, he began walking backwards, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll text him from the cab.”
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Stumbling through Asher’s frontdoor, Cameron grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that said everything words couldn’t. He needed to touch him, taste him, to feel every hard ridge of muscle pressed against him. Flashes of them both panting, sweating, and tangled together played through his mind on an endless loop, and he felt like he’d shatter if he didn’t keep kissing him.
