Page 57 of Keep Me

After a few minutes, Camille steps out in a long T-shirt, with God knows what or what not underneath.

“Bed,” I say, pointing to her king-sized bed.

She jumps into bed and tucks herself under the covers. I placed a fresh glass of water on her nightstand while she changed, in case she might need it in the middle of the night. I don’t think she’ll be hungover by any means, but just in case.

“So I’ll head out. Text me if you need anything.”

“Would you…would you mind staying over?” she asks shyly.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Stay, please.”

“Okay.”

I kick off my boots and hang my sweater on her doorknob, then climb into bed with her. It’s uncomfortable as fuck in my jeans, but I ignore it because I get to stay the night with her.

She turns over to face me, a yawn escaping her. “Cuddle time?”

I smirk. I’m not one fond of cuddling, but I’m learning I love it too when it’s with her.

“Come here.”

I reach for her under the covers and slide my hand under her shoulders as she wraps her arm around my neck to pull her body flush to mine as our legs intertwine.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead.

“Sleep well, Ryker the biker.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Camille

I’m still half asleep when I attempt to roll over to my other side to try to fall back asleep. I already know it’s too early for me to be up, especially on a Sunday. But my body’s trapped underneath another warm body, preventing me from moving the way I want.

I crack open one eye to see that Ryker’s sprawled on top of me. Well, half of him. His leg is strewn over my hips and his head is nestled on my breasts while his inked-up forearm is resting under them.

Giddiness bubbles up inside of me, knowing he’s here and mine. For now.

I had the best sleep I’ve ever had last night. There’s just something about him that has me wanting to cling to. My fingers run softly through his hair and I massage his scalp.

He emits a contented sigh. “Mmm,” he hums, sounding so unlike the grump I know.

“Shh, sleep,” I whisper, repeating the motions with my fingers. Minutes go by without a word from either of us, so I assume he fell asleep until a groan leaves his mouth and suddenly his lips are on the mound of my breast, peppering the area with kisses over my T-shirt.

“Ryker.” The word is breathy as each press of his lips heats my entire body.

“I’ve been dying to look at them. Can I?” he gruffs, sounding strained.

“Yes.”

Ryker grunts in approval, lifting his head as he cups me through my T-shirt, weighing them in his hands. “Fuck, baby. Your shirt needs to go, now,” he rasps, moving his hands to the hem. He lifts it up and over my body, leaving me bare save for the cheeky pink underwear I have on.

“You’re a dream, you know that?” he says as his eyes roam hungrily over every square inch of my body. Once they land on my breasts, his eyes darken.

I’ll take it he’s a boob guy.

The thought is swept away when his mouth wraps around my nipple while his hand pays attention to my other nipple, twisting and pulling.

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