“I like where you’re going with that.”

Gannon leaned in, brushing his mouth across Cam’s jaw. “Only this time, I’ll be sitting on that tiled ledge…” Gannon nipped Cam’s earlobe. “And you’ll be riding my dick.” He absorbed the shudder that raced through Cam, holding him close. “And if you’re lucky,” Gannon continued. “Maybe I’ll let you return the favor.”

With that, Gannon released Cam and then turned and walked away, smiling.

Cam watched Gannon walk away, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. A second chance with Gannon … one he wasn’t sure he even deserved. Someone was definitely looking out for him.

“Cam?” Gannon called out from the living room.

“Yeah?”

“Shower. Now.”

Ah, hell.

Trying not to run, Cam followed after Gannon, coming to a stop in the bathroom, watching in the mirror as Gannon undressed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly before allowing it to slide down his arms.

He was beautiful. So damn beautiful.

How he could’ve been so stupid to think he could live without him after spending four weeks falling deeper and deeper… Cam released a breath. Relief washed over him as it really sank in that this wasn’t over, that he hadn’t done too much damage.

Gannon crooked a finger, urging Cam toward him.

Before he knew it, he was closing the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on Gannon’s chest, fingers sliding through the soft hair there. He watched Gannon’s face as he reached up and pulled Gannon’s glasses off, setting them on the counter behind him.

Gannon took Cam’s hands, forced them down to his sides as he turned Cam to face the mirror. Cam never took his eyes off Gannon as he moved behind him, his hands coming to rest on Cam’s hips, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Tell me you trust me,” Gannon said, his voice strong, urgent.

Cam nodded. “I trust you.” More than he wanted to. More than he’d ever trusted anyone.

“Tell me you love me.” Gannon met his eyes in the mirror.

“I love you,” Cam told him, not breaking the eye contact.

Gannon’s hands slid beneath the hem of Cam’s T-shirt, forcing it up his torso, then over his head in one quick move that had Cam sucking in a breath. When Gannon’s chest pressed against Cam’s bare back, he drew in a breath. Skin to skin.

Watching intently, he followed the path that Gannon’s hands made as they leisurely caressed his stomach, gliding up, up, until his fingers rested on the metal piercings in Cam’s nipples. When Gannon tweaked them, at the same time gently sucking on his neck, Cam’s legs swayed beneath him. Gannon’s arms banded tightly around him, holding him in place as their eyes met in the mirror.

They remained like that for long minutes while Gannon managed to undress Cam completely. And while he stood naked before Gannon, his cock rock hard and aching for Gannon’s touch, Cam felt as though he were in a trance, mesmerized by the smooth way Gannon maintained control of his body, his pleasure.

“Screw the shower,” Gannon bit out, stepping from behind Cam as he disrobed.

Cam didn’t try to hide the fact that he was watching. He admired the long, lean lines and smooth, rigid contours as Gannon unveiled himself, forcing his slacks down his legs, followed by his boxers. He was rooted in place, unable to take his eyes off Gannon, so when Gannon grabbed his hand and pulled him toward his bedroom, Cam stumbled behind him, trusting that he knew what he was doing, because Cam damn sure didn’t.

The next thing Cam knew, Gannon was on the giant four-poster bed, propped up on a pillow, tugging Cam’s hand, urging him to join him. Thinking ahead for the first time since he’d walked into Gannon’s house, Cam grabbed the lube from the nightstand, then joined him.

He was tempted to use his mouth to drive Gannon wild, but Gannon clearly had other plans, pulling him down on top of him.

“I missed you,” Gannon whispered, pulling Cam’s mouth to his.

Cam would never tire of hearing that.

Their tongues melded together, dueling as the urgency built, the need to feel Gannon inside him, claiming him… It became too much. At the same time, he never wanted it to end, loving the feel of Gannon’s smooth hands caressing his back, his ass. The way Gannon’s lips pressed against his while his tongue thrust into Cam’s mouth, a kiss that proved how much they both needed this.

“Lube,” Gannon mumbled.

Straddling Gannon’s legs, Cam grabbed the tube, squeezed a generous amount into his hand. While he stroked Gannon, lubing him, loving the way he hissed and moaned, Cam continued to watch him, those dark eyes nearly black with desire. He really was the most beautiful man Cam had ever met. Inside and out.

“Ride me, baby,” Gannon breathed out roughly. “Let me feel you. I need to feel you.”

Cam scooted forward, reaching behind him and guiding Gannon’s steely length to his entrance.

“God, yes,” Gannon groaned as Cam took the wide head inside him. “Fuck.”

Cam watched Gannon’s face, wondered if he felt the same thing Cam had when he’d taken him bare just a week ago. This would be Gannon’s first time, skin to skin. And that meant everything to Cam.

Gannon didn’t move, allowing Cam to control how much he took, how deep, how slow, how fast. It wasn’t long before Cam was ablaze with sensation, Gannon’s girth filling him. Only when Cam had taken him all the way did Gannon reach for him, pulling him forward, taking control.

“Cam. Fuck.” Gannon’s breath fanned Cam’s face, his hands gripping Cam’s hips, holding him still while he rocked his hips, driving up into him. “Hot. Tight. Never felt anything … this good.”

Resting his elbows beside Gannon’s head, Cam watched him, needing this moment, needing to feel one with this man. The man who’d waltzed into his world and stolen his heart when he wasn’t looking. The emotions confused him. Pleasure, pain, love, fear. It all melded together, churning inside him, making his chest expand and contract, his heart beating hard as he tried to wrap his mind around all that he was feeling.

“Love me, Cam,” Gannon insisted, still holding Cam’s hips. “And let me love you.”

Cam nodded, unsure what he was supposed to say. Scared that the emotion was going to burst free, he buried his face in Gannon’s neck, allowing the pleasure to consume him.

Gannon’s hand slid up to his neck, gently holding him there, his other hand gripping his hip as he continued to make love to him, filling him, stretching him. Cam rode the waves of pleasure, never wanting it to end.

Again, Gannon had other plans. As though he weighed nothing, Gannon flipped them so that Cam was on his back. He didn’t have time to shift into position before Gannon was straddling his hips, lubing Cam’s cock roughly before sliding down onto him.

“Oh, fuck,” Cam cried out, the heat of Gannon’s body strangling his dick, sucking the air from his lungs from the sheer ecstasy of it.

“Fuck me,” Gannon pleaded, leaning forward.

Cam thrust his hips upward, lodging himself to the hilt inside Gannon, drawing a ragged moan from them both.

“Harder, Cam.”

Holding Gannon’s hips, Cam controlled the pace, slamming into Gannon, then slowing. He repeated, maintaining a steady, alternating rhythm until they were both covered in sweat.

Again, Gannon changed positions, Cam’s cock slipping from Gannon’s ass as he moved, forcing Cam’s leg across his body before he was once again filled by Gannon.

“Fuck me,” Cam begged, fisting his hands in the sheets as Gannon fucked his ass, refusing to touch himself, knowing he could come from this alone. “Gonna come, Gan. Make me come.”

Gannon’s hips resumed a rapid pace, slamming into him, his cock driving deeper than Cam thought possible. Grunts and groans echoed in the room, mixed with their desperate attempts to inhale as the pleasure intensified. The tingle that had started at the base of his spine strengthened, sending sparks along every nerve ending in his entire body.