Page 18 of Hard Rock Sin
"That's why I was planning on taking a dip."
The thought of Cameron taking off his shirt, the thought of a gleaming wet chest covered in tattoos, sent flutters throughout my insides.
"You can join me," I offered, against my better judgment. "It's a big pool."
He played with the hem of his t-shirt for a few moments. He looked oddly hesitant. Maybe he didn't want to undress in front of me. That was unexpected.
"Are you shy?" I asked, trying to sound teasing. "You take your shirt off on stage all the time."
"It's not the same."
"Why?"
He looked me straight in the eye. "You know why."
So Cameron was acknowledging the sexual tension that had sprung up between us.
We were both silent for a few moments.
"I don't want things to be awkward between us," I finally said. "If I'm going to be living here for a few months…"
"Angel, just a few weeks ago I asked if you wanted me to eat you out."
My face felt hot again. "You didn't know who I was at the time."
"And just a few days ago I told you I wanted to do indecent things to you."
I flushed. "If you're worried about my brother, you should know I didn't say anything to him about it."
"I know. If you had, I'd be six feet in the ground already."
"He's not that bad."
Cameron gave me an incredulous look.
"Fine, he is that bad," I conceded. "But since I moved in, you've been a perfect gentleman."
Which was almost disappointing, really. It had been nice to have someone pay that kind of attention to me. Thrilling, almost.
Cameron snorted. "Gentleman? That's a word I haven't been called in a while."
"Maybe we can start over and just be friends?"
"I don't know if that's possible. I might not be able to hold off with the innuendo." He gave me a forced smile. "It just comes naturally."
"You flirt with everyone. I know you don't mean anything by it."
My heart clenched at those words, no matter how true I knew they were.
He gave me a careful look before nodding. "Okay. Friends it is."
Relief mixed with regret inside my chest. I didn't want Cameron ignoring me all summer. It was a good thing for us to be friends. But a small part of me had hoped he'd continue showing me the same attention he had at that concert. Before he found out who I was. Before he found out who my brother was.
I supposed that was too much to ask for.
Cameron pulled his shirt over his head and dived straight into the pool with barely a splash. To my great disappointment, I didn't have time to ogle his naked chest.
He did a few laps, front stroke first, then back stroke. Swimming must have been part of his exercise regimen.
