practice than I thought.”
“Is that all?” I laughed softly and rubbed his shoulder. “I don’t want practiced. I hate those guys who think they’re God’s gift. You know the type.”
“Sure,” he said easily.
Too easily. I stared at him, even though he suddenly had trouble meeting my gaze. “You do know the type, don’t you?”
“I said I did.” His tone was defensive. “It’s just that… it’s been a long while.”
“How long?”
“Three years.”
I goggled. “Three years?”
“Three years.”
“Three years,” I repeated slowly, as though trying out the words for the first time.
“Three years,” he confirmed.
“Wow.” I scratched the back of my neck. “Three. Years.”
“Maybe we can ask Alexa what those words mean,” he suggested.
“How… how does that even happen?”
“What can I say? I’m a one-partner kind of guy,” he teased. Whatever those words did to my expression made him hurriedly add, “Usually.”
“Uh-huh.” I tapped my fingers on his shoulder as I thought. “May I ask why?”
He sent me an incredulous look. “Now?”
I didn't blame him. All systems were a go. But I had questions. My dick had questions. My ass definitely had some questions that needed answering before liftoff.
“Well, it wasn’t because I have anything against casual sex. It just worked out that way.” He shrugged. “I’ve dated a lot, of course. But I have to care about a person to get physical.”
“So, how many people are we talking?”
“Other than you?” He looked a little flustered. “Two.”
“Two?”
“Two.”
“Two,” I repeated, just to be sure.
“Once again, I can help you define some of these words if you need help.” After a pause, he quirked an eyebrow. “Now that I’ve put my cards on the table, what’s your number?”
I tried not to look guilty, but I wasn’t quite sure I pulled it off. “Not two.”
He laughed. “You do realize you’re blushing, yes?”
I did. I shifted uncomfortably, and he gave a little hiss when his dick slid up my channel, which reminded me that I had a hard dick at my disposal. Enough with all this jibber-jabber. “So, you’re okay with everything we’re doing?”
“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin.”
“I’m just making sure!”
“All right, all right, calm down.” His hand moved up and down my thigh in a soothing manner. “You’d think I told you I was a confirmed monk.”
“If you were so gung ho about this, then why’d you hesitate earlier?” I squinted down at him suspiciously. “It was like all systems were a go and then… they went.”
He didn’t deny it. He frowned. “Like I said, it’s been a while. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Oh, was that all? I felt my mouth pull into a half smile without my permission. He was sweet in the very best of ways. “You won’t,” I assured him, reaching back to guide him into position. “I can promise you that you won’t.”
He groaned as he slid inside me, one solid inch at a time. And yeah, there was a little pinch of pain as my body worked to accommodate him, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell him that now. It was a good burn, the kind that woke me up and made me feel him everywhere. I finally took the entire length of him and let out a shaky sigh. It was good. So fucking good.
“I want to be good for you.” His voice was a whisper near my ear.
My words were a little choppy because I couldn’t seem to catch my fucking breath. “You already are.”
I rolled my hips experimentally, and Cam let out a little whimper. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to be good. I was one of three lucky folks who’d planted a flag on Mount Cameron, and I intended to make it memorable. I started a slow, steady rhythm, lifting and coming back down as his hands locked on my upper thighs. His eyes slammed shut, and I immediately felt the loss.
“Open,” I demanded, and there was movement behind his lids for a few moments before they finally lifted. His gaze was heavy-lidded and unfocused, and I couldn’t look away.
I wanted to relish every moment. Take my time. Take Cam to the brink and then stop before starting all over again. But we’d been teasing each other too long. Almost by mutual agreement, we became frantic.
He dug his heels into the bed to get traction and gripped my hips, digging in the flesh there. I held my own, slamming my hips downward until we had an almost violent rhythm. Cam’s mouth was slightly open, his face twisted in a painful grimace,