Chapter 8
It seemed like an eternity since Preston last felt another’s mouth pressed against his own, and the kiss was so unexpected, it took his breath away. For a long moment, he kept his eyes open, staring at Cam’s face inches from his own, so near that, despite the darkness of the night around them, he could see every line, every pore, every freckle perfectly in the starshine and ambient light. The pale eyelashes, the thick brows, the mottled freckles that even dotted Cam’s closed eyelids…Preston took them all in during their first tender kiss.
Then Cam’s lips parted, easing Preston’s apart, as well, and the tip of his tongue licked into Preston’s mouth experimentally. Finally Preston remembered to breathe again, drawing in Cam’s scent as he did, a faint cologne with a beachy underto
