“I vote we go back to sleep for a bit,” he mutters against my hair. “Let’s get a little more rest before I give you a proper good morning.”
I smile into his chest. “Or I give you a proper good morning,” I tease, snuggling deeper into him.
He pulls the blanket over both of us. “I wouldn’t mind that either. But first, you need more sleep.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I kept you up late, baby. No regrets. But get some more sleep.” He softly brushes his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes, loving the way it feels. He easily puts me back to sleep.
I wake up to the sun beating against my face. My legs stretch underneath the blanket, softly brushing against Camden’s. I open my eyes, finding him already awake.
“Sleep good?” he asks, cupping my cheek.
“You were right. That extra sleep was needed,” I admit. I don’t even remember what time Cade called, but I know it was early in the morning by the time Camden and I even fell asleep to begin with.
You could say it was a really good first date.
“Did you sleep?” I ask, letting my fingers drift along his abs. They tighten underneath my touch. He really is as perfect as the art he creates. Over time, I want to memorize the way every single one of his muscles ripple under my kiss.
“No, but I’m used to not sleeping much. All part of the gig.”
I nod, letting my fingers trace his thick, pronounced oblique muscles. “I’m sorry for keeping you up late.”
He smirks, placing a small kiss to my nose. “It was all your fault that I had to spend so much time punishing—and pleasuring you—for that little stunt you pulled at Skis.”
“Slopes,” I correct with a laugh.
“My point still stands.” He sucks in a breath when the backs of my fingers drift against his already hard cock. “I know one way you can apologize to me.”
“Lie flat,” I instruct, pushing my palm against his chest and using the leverage to push my body off his.
He watches me carefully, fire burning in his eyes. I’m wet from seeing him look at me like this. My eyes leave his, traveling down his body.
“I’ve got a lot of apologizing to do,” I suggest, leaning down to kiss along his abs. I lick at them, wanting to memorize how they feel against my tongue.
My lips continue to travel down his body, taking their time. I push the sheet away, wanting to see all of him. He’s ready, his cock thick and hard, waiting for attention. I grab it, fitting my fingers around his girth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, moving his hips slightly.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” I tease, talking right next to the tip of him.
“It doesn’t matter. Everything you do undoes me, shortcake. Don’t you see that?” He groans when my tongue peeks out and licks along his thick vein lightly.
His words fuel my desire to make him feel good. To continue to undo him until he has no choice but to shatter—and that he needs me there to put the pieces back together.
“Good,” I offer before wrapping my mouth around him and coaxing his hard length deep inside.
“Holy shit.” His fingers find my hair, but this time, he lets me have my fun. He just keeps them there lightly, letting them tighten in my tangled hair just enough to give him something to hold on to.
“It’s so hard to fit you in my mouth,” I note, putting my hand at the base of him to try and make as much of him as possible feel good.
“You can do it,” he encourages.
I try, opening my mouth wider as I push more of him into my throat this time. His moans guide me, even when my cheeks burn from opening so wide.
I’m busy going up and down, loving the way he moans my name when my phone vibrates on my nightstand. I don’t pay it any attention at first, too busy wanting to have him come down my throat again. We’ve been together multiple times from that first night at Wake and Bake and then at his gallery, but I haven’t been able to have him like this since then, and I’m eager to feel him tighten between my lips all over again. To feel him come down my throat, to hold eye contact as I swallow every last drop of him.
My phone vibrates again, catching my attention a little more this time. Camden must hear it, too, because once it starts vibrating for a third time, he lets out an annoyed growl. “Ignore it,” he demands.
I pull off, climbing up the bed. “I just need to make sure everything’s okay with my brother,” I explain. “What if something happened?”