He needn’t have worried. Cam’s kisses grew ardent, urgent, hungry, until they once again left Preston gasping for breath. With his hands, Cam explored Preston’s back and sides and waist, then lower, brushing over his buttocks, dipping into the pockets of his jeans, fondling his ass through the denim. His hips ground into Preston’s, eager to feel as much of their bodies touching as possible. “God,” he murmured against Preston’s mouth, “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
Preston had both hands plunged into Cam’s thick head of hair. “Good thing you didn’t,” he said, tugging on the auburn locks to pull Cam back enough to catch his breath. “Can you imagine? They would’ve thrown us both out of the school in a heartbeat.”