Page 83 of Hook, Line and Single

As we get to our feet, he takes my hand in his and I can feel everything I said to him about being patient and going slowly melting away. I’m trembling with nerves and anticipation as we make our way back to my flat, and it takes me a couple of goes to get the key in the door. No sooner are we inside than Cameron takes me in his arms and kisses me again, this time more deeply. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed kissing, and I’m starting to lose myself when Cameron pulls away.

‘Is this OK?’ he asks breathlessly.

‘What do you think?’ I reply.

‘Sorry, I just don’t want to overwhelm you.’

I laugh. ‘Cameron, you’re the first person I’ve kissed in seven years. Of course I’m overwhelmed, but in a good way. Can you shut up now and kiss me some more?’

‘Absolutely.’

* * *

I may have asked Cameron to be patient, but that has gone pretty much straight out of the window. It wasn’t long before our hands seemed to go into autopilot, unfastening buttons and zips until all that was left was our underwear. Now, his arousal is plain to see and I can’t help reaching down and wrapping my hand gently around the bulge in his pants.

‘Little Cameron seems pleased to see me again,’ I say with a smile.

Cameron groans. ‘Must you?’

‘Come with me. I have plans for him.’

I lead him to my bedroom, where it’s not long before we’re completely naked. We’re both so pent up that the sex itself is over fairly quickly, but it’s satisfying nonetheless.

‘Can I tell you something without you laughing?’ I say afterwards as I run my hand lazily over his chest and down towards his stomach.

‘Of course.’

‘When you were rubbing the aftersun lotion into my back in Cannes, I found it a bit of a turn-on.’

He grins. ‘Did you now? I’ll have to remember that for future use. Although, if we’re confessing things, I did too.’

‘I’m so sorry I nearly ruined everything.’

‘If anyone nearly ruined everything, it was me. Although, given how things have turned out, I can’t say I’m sorry.’

Our heart to heart is interrupted by Samson mewing at the bedroom door. No sooner have I opened it than he leaps on the bed, settling himself between us and embarking on a prolonged grooming session. If there was any residual sexual tension in the air, a large cat noisily cleaning himself is guaranteed to kill the mood.

‘Do you fancy something to eat?’ I ask Cameron.

‘Does it involve getting dressed?’

‘If you don’t want to be arrested in the Chinese takeaway for indecent exposure, I’d recommend it.’

He sighs and slides out of bed, and I shamelessly admire the view as he tugs on his pants. I know there’s nothing there that I haven’t seen before, but I’m appreciating it in a whole new light.

‘The rest is in the hallway, I think,’ I tell him with a smile as I put on my own underwear. I can feel his eyes on me and, if the new bulge in his pants is anything to go by, he’s enjoying the view just as much as I was.

‘You’ve recovered quickly,’ I joke. ‘You might need to wait until I’ve had something to eat though. I’m starving.’

His face suddenly clouds over. ‘Are you OK? This isn’t too much?’

‘I’m fine,’ I assure him. ‘No regrets so far. You?’

‘Not as happy as when you were naked, but I’m hoping we’ll be able to do something about that later.’

The words fall out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them. ‘Do you fancy staying the night?’ I ask.

‘Are you sure?’

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