“Tell me you want this,” Gannon whispered, his eyes closed.

“I want this,” Cam whispered back, his voice, rough from arousal, sounding strange to his own ears.

“Good,” Gannon said, closing the gap and nipping Cam’s lower lip. “’Cause I’ve waited a long damn time for this.”

“Gannon?” When Cam said his name, Gannon put a few scant inches between them, releasing his lip and staring down at him.

Gannon’s eyebrows quirked in question.

Squeezing the back of Gannon’s neck, Cam lifted his head. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“I can do that,” Gannon said, his dark gaze glittering with heat.

And then—finally—Gannon’s mouth was on his in a kiss so sweet Cam worried he’d disintegrate from the flash fire that erupted in his veins. Sliding his other hand down Gannon’s back, Cam kneaded his ass, pulling him in so that their lower bodies ground against one another.

Warm and soft, Gannon’s mouth melded with his. But beneath the gentle reverence, there was something powerful, something possessive in the way Gannon kissed him. It called to that place deep inside of him, the place he’d kept locked up for so long.

Gannon’s hand trailed down Cam’s arm, finding his fingers and linking them together before he did the same with his other hand, lifting Cam’s arms above his head, holding him in place while he devastated him with a kiss fueled with weeks’ worth of pent up passion.

“Cam,” Gannon groaned as his mouth trailed down Cam’s jaw, then his neck, his teeth nipping him gently as he went. “God, you smell good.”

Gannon’s lips trailed over the sensitive skin on the underside of Cam’s arms, sending a tremor racing through him. He wasn’t sure he’d survive the sensual assault, but he was damn sure going to try.

Helpless to do anything except succumb to the pleasure, Cam didn’t try to move when Gannon took both of Cam’s hands in one of his, then lifted the hem of his shirt, pushing it high up on his chest.

His back arched when Gannon’s lips trailed over his right pec, then to his nipple.

“Fuck,” he cried out, desperate for Gannon to ease the ache that was building inside him.

Gannon said nothing as he sucked one hardened point into his mouth, his tongue working the barbell that pierced him, teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue before raking it with his teeth. Cam was still groaning when Gannon attended to his other nipple, toying with the metal bar, pulling it gently as a blaze of heat shot straight to his dick.

He let out a disappointed grunt when Gannon lifted his head, meeting his gaze.

“Don’t move your hands,” Gannon instructed, releasing his wrists and grabbing his shirt, forcing it higher, then off completely.

When Gannon shifted positions, straddling one of Cam’s thighs, he bent his knee, grinding his leg against Gannon’s rigid erection, but Gannon wasn’t deterred, leaving Cam helpless against the onslaught of Gannon’s mouth sliding over his skin, teasing, tormenting, driving him fucking crazy with the need for more.

Blistering heat seared him, his body overwhelmed by sensation as Gannon did nothing more than run his lips, tongue, and teeth across Cam’s torso, his warm hands spanning Cam’s ribs as he held him there. A harsh grumble escaped Gannon, and he was back at Cam’s mouth, devouring him while he rode Cam’s knee, grinding against him. He was hot and hard and Cam wanted to feel him, skin to skin.

Unable to keep from touching him a second longer, Cam cupped Gannon’s face, keeping him close, as a brutal mating of lips and tongues ensued. Gannon’s hand trailed over Cam’s chest, but he never ventured lower, leaving Cam aching and hard.

“More,” Cam whispered against his mouth. “All of you.”

Gannon lifted his head, staring down at him. “Not sure you can handle all of me.”

The way he said the words … Cam knew they weren’t simply the nonchalant dare Gannon obviously wanted him to believe they were. Still clutching Gannon’s face, Cam met his eyes while they were both breathing hard, their mouths inches apart.

“All of you,” Cam repeated.

“You know what you’re asking for?” Gannon countered, an intensity in his gaze Cam had never seen before.

“Yeah,” he answered roughly. He definitely knew.

“Fuck,” Gannon muttered, slamming his mouth back to Cam’s as his hands slid beneath him, arms banding tightly around him, their bodies crushed together. The kiss went from inferno to apocalyptic in a matter of seconds, sending Cam spiraling out of control.

Without offering Gannon a warning, Cam quickly switched their positions, Gannon’s warm, willing body beneath him, mouths still fused together, tongues dueling for control.

This time, when he lifted his head and stared down into Gannon’s flushed face, Cam knew exactly what Gannon had meant. Cam wanted him, there was no denying that. And right here in this moment, he wanted every fucking thing the man could give him.

Everything.

Gannon felt as though he’d waited an eternity for this moment.

A lifetime.

No, ten lifetimes.

It would’ve been so easy to rip Cam’s clothes from his body and bury himself deep inside the man until neither of them knew what day of the week it was, but he didn’t want that.

Okay, yes, he wanted that. But not this time. The first time he took Cam, he wanted to savor every moment, to pleasure him in ways Cam had never experienced before. It had been a long damn time since Gannon had been with anyone, so it wasn’t nearly as easy as he wanted, but he knew it would be well worth the wait.

Pulling Cam’s mouth down to his, Gannon ground his dick against Cam’s, ratcheting his pulse up another notch from the friction alone. The weight of Cam above him was something he’d dreamed about, but the real thing was so much better.

Sliding his hands down Cam’s back, he felt the thick muscle ripple and flex beneath his touch. He wanted to kiss him there, to see if Cam had any erogenous zones in that particular spot. But right now, it appeared Cam thought he was the one in control, and Gannon wasn’t about to tell him otherwise. He loved the feel of him, strong, powerful, and melting for him.

When they broke for air, Gannon watched as Cam knelt over him, straddling his hips and then pushing Gannon’s T-shirt up. Eager to feel Cam’s mouth on him, Gannon worked his shirt off, tossing it to the ground beside them before reclining on the wide cushion once again.

They were both sweating, but he knew it had more to do with their attraction to one another than the oppressive Texas heat.

“Come here,” Gannon instructed, reaching for Cam, needing to feel him closer.

Cam came down atop him once more, their bare chests sliding together. A rough whimper escaped him as the blazing heat tore through his body, rocking him to his very core. Winding his arms behind Cam, he once again dug his fingers into the rock-hard muscle, kneading and exploring as he held him close, their mouths uniting once more.

Cam’s palm slid down his chest, squeezing his pec in his big, rough hand.

“Put your mouth on me, Cam.”

Cam met his gaze briefly, then his head lowered and his lips seared Gannon’s chest, licking, sucking, driving him higher and higher. That hot mouth trailed lower, straight down the center of Gannon’s stomach, his tongue darting into his navel, then sliding lower, dipping into the waistband of Gannon’s jeans.

A broken cry escaped him as his cock pulsed behind his zipper. He needed to feel Cam’s lips on his cock, needed to fuck that sweet mouth. The need was so great Gannon forced himself up to a sitting position, Cam moving with him. Though Cam was bigger, Gannon still managed to twist them until Cam was once again beneath him. Only this time, Gannon didn’t go down with him.

Getting to his feet, he jerked the button on his jeans open, then lowered the zipper while Cam stared up at him. With Cam’s help, Gannon got his jeans off, forcing his boxers down with them.