“You did what?”
Cato shrugs. “I gave notice on my apartment, packed up a few things, and drove to San Diego.”
“Why?”
“Because I was sort of hoping that the weekend we spent together meant as much to you as it did to me. I want to be in a relationship with you, and it seemed easier for me to come here.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “Wow.”
“Too much?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I was minutes from getting in my car and driving to Phoenix.”
“For?”
“You. I don’t know what I was gonna do when I got there, except tell you that I’m not ready to let this go.”
Cato cups my face. “I’m not either.”
“You’re really moving here?”
He nods. “I’m really moving here. I need to find a place and arrange for my furniture to be delivered. Maybe I can stay with you until then?”
“Absolutely. Fuck, babe. I’m so happy.”
Cato smiles. “Care to show me how much in private?”
Feeling overjoyed, I swoop Cato off his feet like a bride. “There’s nothing I want more.”
I carry Cato through the bar and out the doors as he giggles and people look on with amusement.
“My key is in my back pocket.”
Cato reaches behind me, and I dip us low enough that he can unlock the door without me setting him down.
“This is very romantic.AnOfficer and a Gentlemanvibes.”
I laugh. “Never saw that movie.”
Kicking the door shut, I head straight for the bed, setting him down with a plop.
I pull my shirt over my head. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
Cato sits up, helping me with my shorts. “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
He reaches in my briefs, pulling my cock out that’s already hard and leaking for him. Cato wastes zero time, flipping onto his stomach to take me into his mouth. I exhale slowly, sliding my hands into his hair.
“God, I missed you,” Cato whispers, planting sweet, almost chaste kisses along my shaft.
“I missed you too.”
Cato rolls onto his back. “Show me.”
I climb onto the bed with him, kicking the rest of my clothes off while I push his shirt up to reveal his flesh. I latch on to his nipple, sucking hard before moving back to his mouth for another fiery kiss. Somehow we manage to get his clothes off, and once our bodies are touching, it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.
“I get off to your memory every night,” I murmur against his lips. “I wondered if I would ever get to feel this good again.”
Cato cups my face, studying my eyes. “You make me feel better than I am.”