Page 36 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

I tip my head and arch a brow. “I would like to get your coffee this morning, please, Cammie.”

“I would like a caramel choco-latte with extra whipped cream,” she says, somewhat grudgingly.

“Anything to eat?” I press.

“No thanks. I’m good.”

I hand over my debit card and pay for the order, then stand off to the side and wait for everything to be ready. More people come up and talk to me, including a girl who was hanging out with us at the hotel. Cammie pulls her hood up and digs her phone out of her pocket.

I don’t want to mess this up. My palms start to sweat. I don’t know the girl’s name, but I introduce Cammie. It works. She tells us her name is Hayley and we chat for a few minutes about classes and our upcoming game against Kingston U.

Finally, they call my name and I grab the armload of snacks and my drink, and Cammie takes hers. She dips her finger into the whipped cream, piled so high she can’t put a lid on it yet, and makes eye contact with me as she sucks it clean.

The image of her lips wrapped around my cock, her face cupped in my hands while I fucked her mouth, slams into my brain like a freight train.

My hard-on is instantaneous. I barely manage to contain my groan. I give her a look.

She arches a brow. “What?”

I lean down until my mouth is at her ear. “I know how talented that pretty mouth is.”

I straighten and her smile grows devious.

Taking Brody’s advice might not be the worst idea. Especially if other stuff includes Cammie’s sweet, gorgeous mouth.

I follow her out of the coffee shop, thankful my hoodie covers the growing problem behind my fly. She dips her finger in the whipped cream and sucks her finger clean again.

“Now you’re just torturing me,” I grumble.

“Yup.”

“How’s the writing? Did you finish another chapter? I want to know if the king of the dwarves knows how to help them.”

“I’m working on one now,” she replies.

“When can I read it?”

“When it’s finished. But I can send you a little snippet later.” We stop in front of the English building. “This is me. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Thanks for the torment.” Now’s my chance. I can ask her to hang out. But I have a scrimmage tonight. It’s the perfect opportunity. “So I have hockey tonight?—”

“You’ll be great.” She nods and sips her drink.

“Maybe you want to come watch me play?” I’ve read her fanfic, which she loves to write. It would be cool if she came to see me do what I love, too.

She shuffles from foot to foot. “Oh. Um. I have this big assignment I’m working on.”

“Right. Homework is important.” I try to be cool even though it feels like rejection. I want her to like me as much as I like her.

“But another time might work,” she tacks on. “And you can always knock on my door when you get back tonight. If it’s not too late.”

“For sure.” My bag is full of snacks, but my appetite has disappeared.

“I should get to class.” She thumbs over her shoulder, bites her lip, then closes the distance between us, pushes up on her tiptoes, and presses her lips to the edge of my jaw. “Thanks again for the coffee.” She waves and nearly slams into someone when she turns around.

She pulls her hood up and rushes up the steps.

She kissed me. And invited me to knock on her door later tonight. It’s progress. And I’ll take it.

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