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a stalker and make me go home,” Julian admitted wryly, his mouth curving into a smile.

    Warrior’s Cross 47

    Cameron laid his head back against the door and met Julian’s eyes.
    “Bit late for that now, don’t you think?” He slowly let his hand slide from Julian’s shoulder and down his coat lapel.
    “It’s never too late for stalking,” Julian practically purred as he pressed his body against Cameron’s.
    A breath shuddered out of Cameron, and he gasped for another. “I thought you’d never speak to me,” Cameron admitted as he grew more accustomed to Julian’s body against his.
    “I didn’t want to bother you while you worked,” Julian murmured as he ducked his head and slowly ran the tip of his nose along Cameron’s cheek.
    Cameron’s eyelids fluttered down as he felt Julian’s breath on his chin and throat. “So bother me now,” he whispered shakily.
    Julian kissed him again, hard this time. His fingers gripped Cameron’s biceps and pressed into him hungrily. Giving in to the onslaught with a soft moan that disappeared into Julian’s mouth, Cameron scrabbled to hang onto Julian’s shoulders as the kiss lit a fire inside him. The sensations swamped him and all he could think was that if he could speak, he’d mewl for more.
    Julian pulled back abruptly, as if just realizing what he was doing.
    “I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly as he leaned his forehead against Cameron’s.
    Cameron’s dazed eyes blinked at him. “Sorry?” he rasped.
    Julian looked down to where his fingers still gripped Cameron’s arms and nodded as he brushed his lips over Cameron’s again and slowly relaxed his grasp. “Usually, I’m more restrained.”
    Cameron smiled slowly, though he still felt more than a little off-balance. “I’ll take that as another compliment.”
    Julian nodded jerkily and kissed him again, the impulsive movement hard enough to lift and pin Cameron against the door.
    Groaning against Julian’s mouth, Cameron curled one hand around Julian’s neck. He felt like he was burning up under all the layers of clothes and Julian’s body, and Cameron welcomed the feeling.

    48
    Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

    “This isn’t why I came to see you tonight,” Julian insisted against Cameron’s lips even as he continued to kiss him hungrily.
    Cameron made a weak inquisitive sound as he reveled in the onslaught of Julian’s attention. Julian’s lips were hot and moist and surprisingly soft, an odd counterpoint to the prickle of his beard. Julian finally broke the kiss and shook his head as he let Cameron settle on his feet. “I just wanted to see you,” he whispered.
    Cameron gazed at him, distantly aware of how vulnerable Julian suddenly looked. He didn’t get it. He knew why he thought about Julian, why he was infatuated with him. He just didn’t get how someone like Julian, a man who obviously had looks and money and adventure to spare, could possibly be interested in him. He was just an average guy, nothing spectacular.
    “Yet another compliment. But why?” Cameron asked softly.
    Julian narrowed his eyes and tipped his head to the side slightly, his brow furrowing in thought. “You’re happy,” he said. “And I look forward to seeing it every week.”
    Those little furrows appeared between Cameron’s brows again.
    That was it? Because he was happy? He searched Julian’s face, seeing nothing that would make him think it was a line. “I’m sorry. I just don’t…”
    Julian took a slight step back and placed his gloved hands on either side of Cameron’s face, looking down at him intently as he waited patiently for Cameron to continue.
    Cameron swallowed with difficulty. “You look at me like there’s nothing else in the world,” he whispered to Julian nervously.
    “There’s not right now,” Julian answered immediately. “It’s Tuesday.”
    Cameron couldn’t speak for a long moment as he wondered about the implications of those words. “I missed you those weeks you