Chapter 17
Bo
Stepping out into the living room, I dry my hair with a towel.
I started using this product Noah gave me that didn’t work in his hair, and it’s so much softer now.
The smell isn’t harsh and it doesn’t feel greasy, which I like.
Cam showered before me despite my obvious hints for him to let me get in there with him.
I guess whatever we’re doing this weekend doesn’t include showers together.
I see him sitting on my piano bench when I walk in. “What are you doing?”
Cam’s eyes pass over my body. If this is the only weekend I get, it’s going to be a good one. I’m going to live out whatever fantasies I’ve had for years. One weekend. I want to see where this desire takes Cam. I'm curious about what he wants to try.
Just for one weekend I’m not going to question a thing. I’m going to do what I want and not what I should. I will deal with whatever I need to on Monday.
“My shirts have never looked better.” I’m wearing the see-through dark blue boy shorts I got when I went out with Noah, under Cam’s big white T-shirt.
The sheer fabric hides nothing. I may have had visions of Cam sliding up his tee and burying his face between my thighs.
I put that on the to-do list for this weekend, if I can find some confidence.
“I was thinking you could play for me. Just a little. Please?” He looks so boyish, with his damp curls falling around his face and a heart-meltingly shy smile.
I slide onto the bench beside him, and the warmth of his skin heats mine. He’s only wearing a pair of pajama pants.
He turns, taking the towel from around my shoulders and finishes drying my hair slowly. It feels nice and comforting. He presses his nose to my hair, and a shiver crawls down my spine. “What’s that smell?”
“This leave-in conditioner Noah gave me. It smells good.”
“Like a cute pina colada,” he laughs.
“Dork.” I press down on a few keys, deciding what to play.
And I go with something a bit simple, mindless, because my brain is mostly on the shirtless man next to me.
I’m happy the restaurant is closed for the rest of the month.
I would probably have called in to work if I had to.
If this is the one weekend I’ll get with Cam, I’m going to savor every second.
Closing my eyes, I let the memory of the music come back to me.
“Is that . . . the Yuri On Ice theme song?”
I smile, nodding, then begin to sing the theme song. I don’t love anime the way Cam does, but I love watching it with him. Yuri on Ice is actually one I’ve seen through. I love the music, the animation, watching them skate, and the pair fall in love.
“I love your voice.”
I can feel the heat in his eyes as I finish the singing. I’ve done this a million times with him. Now, though, it feels like more. I don’t know.
What I do know is that Cam’s heat next to me on this bench feels almost as good as his attention on me while I play.
“You’re incredible,” he says softly.
I catch myself staring, afraid to look away. Things have been messy since we hooked up, but there’s so much of him ingrained in me, I could never walk away. Even if he doesn’t want me in that way.
“You like it?”
He nods, and his golden eyes hold me still. His tongue darts across his lips, pulling my attention to them. Soft and plump, and now . . . well, now I know they taste as sweet as they look.
“What are you thinking, Bobo?” The low rasp of his voice makes my belly swoop. I can’t seem to keep my secrets from him.
“I want to kiss you again.” Without a word Cam leans in, and I’m shocked to my core when his lips press against mine.
A soft whisper of a kiss that absolutely sets my lungs on fire.
I reach out, cupping his jaw. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, and I love the rough stubble against my fingertips.
He pulls back slightly, but not far enough.
His lips still hover over mine, lingering so close, his warm breath fanning over them as my eyes open, catching the look he’s giving me.
Is this what he does to his partners?
Does he tease and touch until his partner is ready to lose their mind. It feels like I’m about to. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Cam shocks me, his large hand cupping my jaw. “I just know that I need to do something.”
“I’m not stopping you.” I don’t think I ever could. This is what weakness feels like in it’s truest form. Damn does it feel sweet.
“You should.” Cam presses kisses up the bridge of my nose before lingering between my eyes. “You should, Bowen.”
My fingers lace around his wrists. “What if I can’t?”
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and I shut the fallboard. Cam grips me around the waist, pulling me onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” My breath stutters when he pulls me closer, and the ridge in these damn sweatpants brings me to life.
“What can I do?”
A sharp laugh escapes my lips. “The list is so big and endless. It has plot devices, annotations, and commentary.” I drink in his laugh. The amount of power he holds over me is lethal. “With great power . . .”
He grins wide. “Comes great responsibility.” He drinks me in. “What things do you like, Bo?” Well, sitting in his lap is a damn treat for one. My hand rests on his bicep, and I feel the muscles bunch underneath my fingertips. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Embarrassment seeps into the arousal I feel. “I uh, don’t know. I really only ever blew guys.” My face flames. “In college, ya know. I uh—”
“No, I got it.”
The amount of relationships I’ve been through with him is obscene—woman after woman has come and gone—yet there’s a spark of darkness in him, and I should hate the jealousy in his golden eyes.
He has no right to it. But I have to admit, it makes me feel good.
I like seeing him like this. Bothered. Untethered. Hungry.
I know goofy, clumsy, silly Cam.
Camden Almeida with a dash of lust and jealousy may end me.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” He jerks back, all the darkness in his eyes a second ago replaced by his golden retriever warmth. “You’ve only given guys head?” I nod. “And they returned it?”
How can I tell him this. “I usually do it. I don’t know, it’s just easier.”
“What do you mean easier? How hard is it to sit back and let someone please you?”
“Cam, why are you psychoanalyzing me right now?!” While I’m in his damn lap, pressed against quite possibly the greatest dick of all time.
I want to taste it! “Not everyone is as confident as you are, okay? It’s just easier to give and not have to overthink with someone else doing things to me.
Do they like it . . . do I look weird . . . do I—”
“Look weird?”
How do I tell the most confident man in the universe I have self-esteem issues. “I’m not sure you’re aware, but not everyone is six-two with a goddamn six pack, a big dick, and an ass made to sink teeth into.”
Cam grins. “You want to sink your teeth into my ass?” Of course that’s what he got from that. I fold my arms over my chest before I use my hands to pinch him.
“I am the opposite of turned on right now.”
Cam cradles my head in his hand. Darkness back.
Eyes hooded. “I think that’s bullshit,” he whispers.
“I think you’re beautiful. Hot. Sexy.” His other hand smooths up my thigh then slips under the mesh of my boy shorts, grabbing my ass.
“And I love foreplay.” Cam leans in, pressing a soft kiss on my neck.
“I love to touch . . .” He picks me up swiftly with one arm, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I love to taste . . .” A throaty moan escapes me when his teeth scrape my collarbone.
“I love to hear how good I make someone feel.”
“Cam, I . . . I feel . . .” A soft groan leaves my lips. His hand dips inside my briefs to squeeze my cock. He nips at my throat, and my fingers dive into his hair, holding him to me.”
“Can you sit up here? It won’t break, right?
” I look back at the lid of my upright piano.
It’s against the wall, the top wide enough for me to sit on.
It should be fine. I nod fast, still holding on to him as he gets up to place me on the lid.
“Can I, Bo?” He stands in front of me, between my parted knees, as my legs dangle off the top.
There’s enough room for me to comfortably sit on here with my back leaning against the wall.
I nod, not having the words to say anything else.
Insecurity tries to get the best of me. I can’t even fix my lips and lie about not wanting this.
I want it more than anything. I leave his shirt on.
I may not understand what’s happening with him lately—with us—but I do understand how bad I want this.
How much his eyes are dripping with mutual need.
“I love seeing my shirt on you.”
“Why?”
A blush sprinkles across his bronze cheeks.
“It’s a thing.” He cups me under my knees, pulling me a little closer to the edge.
“It turns me on seeing my clothes on someone.” Gripping the back of one knee he lifts my leg for him to press a kiss on the inside.
“Seeing you wear my clothes.” He chuckles softly against my skin. “Please, Bo.”
“You like?”
His warm hooded eyes graze over me as he nods. “I love. Lie back, Bo.”
I have the urge to draw my legs together. I’ve never had anyone this close to me before.
Noah comes to mind, but even then there was an awkwardness drenching that room that kept me from really enjoying it. This is different. This means something, and I don’t know . . . The difference between us is obvious. Hell, the difference between me and any of Cam’s exes is noticeable.
All of them were stunning, and gorgeous, and I’m just me. I don’t have curves, or breasts, and that’s all he’s knows. “What’s wrong, Bobo?” His eyes are fixated on my bare thighs.
“Just feels weird is all.”
“Feels weird, or scary?”
Both. “I’ve just never had anyone do this. What if you don’t like it?”
A soft chuckle leaves his lips. “I guarantee I’m going to like it.”