Page 22 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

He hops off the bed. “Let me just move all this stuff.” He grabs the tray of food.

“I need a minute to freshen up.”

“Sure. You go ahead. I’ll manage this stuff.” He sets the food on the coffee table and moves my laptop to the desk on the other side of the room.

I disappear into the bathroom and lock the door. I wish I hadmy phone so I could text Tally about this. Or even my sister? No. Not my sister. Knowing her, she’d fight her way through the apocalypse outside to throw me a fucking party.

I grip the countertop and stare at my reflection in the mirror. “You can put Chase Lovett’s huge penis in your mouth while he licks your pussy.” She clenches at her mention. “Channel your inner dirty Arwen, Cammie. You can do this.”

I wet a washcloth and soap it up, giving my important parts a little bath, then brush my teeth and hair before I leave the safety of the bathroom. Chase is standing in the middle of the room in only his boxer briefs. He really is a glorious specimen of man-boy. He meets me in the middle of the room.

He lifts his hand and his fingers trail gently down my cheek. “If you change your mind at any time, Cammie, just tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.” I settle my palms on his broad chest and slide them over his shoulders, linking my fingers behind his neck.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“On my face lips?”

He grins. “Seems like the most reasonable place to start.”

“Okay, then.”

I tip my chin up and close my eyes as he tips his down. I’m so nervous, and excited. I can’t believe I get to experience this first with the literal guy of my dreams.

His lips brush over mine, softly, sweetly. One hand slides into my hair, cupping the back of my head, his other winds around my waist, pulling me against him. He’s all hard lines and tight muscles and smooth skin. And the way he kisses me, like I’m something to be savored, makes my knees weak.

Eventually he pulls back, takes my hand, and guides me to the end of the bed. He fingers the sleeve that reaches my elbow. “Can I take some of this stuff off?”

“Probably a good idea.”

He carefully removes my shirt, brushing my hair over my shoulder after he drops it on the floor. I’m so thankful I didn’twear a bra last night. His eyes lock on my boobs and he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat.

Chase drops to his knees. He’s an exceptionally tall guy, and I’m slightly below average height so his face is almost at boob level.

He tips his head back to look at me. “Can I touch your tatas?”

“Only if you never call them tatas again.”

“Never again.” He inhales deeply and raises his hands but stops just shy of cupping my breasts. He touches his cheek first. “Temperature check. Cold hands are the worst.”

“That’s the truth.”

He gently curves his huge palms around them. Then he does that thing that guys always seem compelled to do. He jiggles them a little and follows it up by brushing his thumbs over my nipples. “Fuck, your tits.”

“It’s probably more gratifying for you than me.”

His eyes shoot to mine. “I didn’t mean that literally, just that they’re amazing.”

“Thanks. I’m pretty attached to them.” Why am I making bad jokes when he’s holding my boobs and saying nice things about them?

His tongue drags across his bottom lip. “Can I kiss them?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” He kisses the swell first, eyes still on my face. And then he gently brushes his lips back and forth over the tight peak.

I run my fingers through his hair, enthralled and completely overwhelmed by how incredible it is to have this giant, hot hockey player on his knees in front of me, being gentle when his job on the ice is the opposite. His eyes flutter shut, and his tongue peeks out to tease the peak before his lips close over it. Warm, and wet, and soft.

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