“And now it’s your turn,” he whispered, tugging, squeezing, until I was arching up into his touch, chasing it. “I want to watch you come.”
I was on fire again. “Theo…”
“Let go, Cameron.” And then he slid a finger into me.
Electricity zapped through me, zinging down my spine, into my balls, along my shaft, until I couldn’t hold it off a second longer.
“Theo….” I cried out as a wave of pleasure crashed into me, stealing my breath, and leaving me shaking in his arms. And when I came, he bent down to take the head of my cock into his warm mouth.
Aw fuck.
I shuddered as he lapped up the last drops. Then he covered me with his body, our lips meeting as he shared the taste of me. I held him close, aware of his heartbeat, his shallow breaths, our damp bodies connected.
Theo raised his chin and looked at me. “I didn’t… disappear.”
The words hit me like a blow, and I tightened my grip on Theo’s body.
“No, you didn’t.” I pressed a kiss to Theo’s tangled hair. “You don’t have to be anywhere else. You don’t have to hold yourself together. I’ve got you.”
The tension drained out of him until at last his weight settled fully into my arms.
Only then did I realise my own hands were shaking, not with nerves but with something fierce and protective and new. I lay quietly until Theo’s breathing evened out completely.
Until Theo was warm and calm and unmistakably here.
And somewhere in the quiet, I understood this had been more than sex.
This is care.
This was also something I wanted to repeat.
“Theo.” I stroked his damp skin.
It was always supposed to be you.
He craned his neck to look into my eyes. “Are you okay?”
I smiled. “I’m so far beyond okay.” I kissed his forehead. “And right now I’m feeling thankful.” He gave me a quizzical glance, and I wrapped my legs around him. “I’m glad I waited for you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Theo
What the fuckis wrong with me?
I’d awoken with a gorgeous man in my arms. Cameron was even smiling in his sleep, for God’s sake. I wanted to kiss him, to keep holding him, to pin him to the mattress and slide into that warm, tight body and watch his eyes grow large and round, hear his ragged breathing…
But instead of joy at finally getting what I’d yearned for, the first messages my brain served up sent me into a tailspin.
You don’t get to have this.
You’re not someone people stay with.
You’ll ruin it.
Damn it, I should have been euphoric.
I wanted to recall Cameron’s words from last night, the ones that had made me feel safe, that let me bask in the afterglow.