Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

inexorably closer. Cam didn't retreat; instead, his eyes widened and his lips parted. Looking into Cam's eyes, Brad repeated, "Anyone?"
    Cam watched him with eyes that shone, intense with determination and hope. He wet his lips briefly, and Brad's breath caught in his throat. "Anyone," Cam affirmed.
    Brad was past the point of questioning it now. It felt right. It felt inevitable. It felt like fate. He wasn't one to deny himself, so, embracing this growing attraction he felt, he leaned forward, pulling closer and closer to the other man. Pausing a breath away from Cam's lips, he murmured, "You're sure?"
    Cam released a breath that he'd apparently been holding. "Positive," he whispered fiercely before his hands closed around Brad's arms and he leaned forward to close the space between them. Brad's eyes closed, and he groaned at the first touch of Cam's lips. They were soft. They were firm. They were… Cam. Heat coursed through his veins as those lips gently caressed his.
    Pulling apart, he opened his eyes to see Cam's blue stare fixed on his with an intensity that caused a shiver of anticipation to go down his spine.
    "I never–"
    "I thought–"
    They broke off at the same time.
    Cam continued, his face flushed but determined. "I thought that would never happen. I've been hoping… all this time… and was sure I would never get a chance…" He looked down, then looked back up to pin Brad with his gaze. "I– I thought it was amazing."
    His heart pounding in his ears, Brad met Cam's eyes. He had no idea what they were doing, but he knew that he'd never felt this connected to someone before. It wasn't something to be discounted; it was something to be nurtured and developed. He wanted Cam to feel good, and he knew that when that happened, he'd feel good in turn. He didn't know what was happening to them, but he wanted to be right there with Cam when it did happen. His gaze dropped to Cam's lips for a moment before lifting to meet his eyes once more.
    "I thought so, too," he whispered. "So amazing I don't know why we stopped."
    Brad was the one to lean forward this time, capturing Cam's lips confidently and with an insistent pressure that made the other man moan into his mouth and tighten the grip he maintained on Brad's arms. Brad's hands came up to frame Cam's face, cupping his jaw with his palms, as he moved closer into the kiss.
    The sensations were incredible and unlike any he'd ever experienced. He caressed Cam's slightly stubbled skin beneath his palms and thrilled at the strength revealed in the hands grasping his own biceps. Pressing his body into Cam's, he eased the pressure of the kiss a bit to trace his tongue across the seam of Cam's lips. God, how he wanted to taste him. He could feel himself hardening against the fly of his jeans at the very thought of it.
    When Cam parted his lips on a gasp, Brad took full advantage and stroked his tongue into Cam's mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and chocolate, and Brad chuckled inwardly to realize that he was the lucky beneficiary of one of the unseen advantages of Cam's sweet tooth. The slide of Cam's tongue against his made him groan.
    Brad leaned into the other man and smoothed his hands across those firmly muscled shoulders, pressing him backwards against the soft leather. Cam went willingly, and Brad was soon sprawled beside the other man on the deep cushions, their lips fused together as they explored each other's tastes. Reaching behind him blindly, Brad shoved a couple of the cushions over the back of the couch so that there'd be more room for the two of them. Stretching out across the extra space, he pulled Cam closer.
    Fire coursed through Brad's veins as he felt Cam press against the length of his body. He threw a leg over Cam's and urged him closer, leaning over the man to deepen their kiss. The muscular chest rubbing against his, the strong arms encircling him, the firm thighs beneath his own– it felt incredible. There was a substance to Cam that was lacking in the stick-figure models he'd wasted his time with before. It was a change he welcomed and embraced wholeheartedly.
    Cam gave as much as he took, their tongues sliding against each other smoothly, firmly, deliciously. Brad's breath caught when he felt the other man circling his hips underneath him, grinding an unmistakably hard bulge against his own.
    With a gasp, Brad broke the kiss. Breathing heavily, he looked down as Cam blinked open eyes that were bright with need. "Cam… Jesus Christ, what