Page 82 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

Her hands slide into my hair. “I love your magical tongue.”

“I love you, my precious,” I whisper against her clit before I circle it with my tongue.

“She loves you, too,” Cammie moans.

I take my time, lapping at her, alternating between gentle strokes and hard suction. I ease two fingers inside her and find that spot that makes her gasp and shove a pillow over her face so the entire floor doesn’t know what’s happening in her room.

Her legs start to shake, and she contracts around my fingers,pulsing against my tongue. I kiss my way back up her body. Cammie tears the condom open and rolls it down my length. I fit myself between her thighs, line myself up, and push in, but just the head at first.

We both suck in a breath, and I lift my gaze to hers. Our eyes stay locked as I sink into her. I’m so right about this being different now that those words have been voiced between us. It’s not just about sensation, although that’s overwhelming on its own. It’s a physical connection that I feel inside my chest. The way I can’t look away from her beautiful face. How perfectly we fit together. The way her palm settles against the side of my neck and her lips curve up in a soft, knowing smile.

“God, I love you,” I murmur.

“I love you, too.”

I’m afraid if I move it will be over before it’s even begun, but the need to justthrustis too overwhelming, so I pull my hips back and tip them forward, filling her again. We make matching needy sounds.

Cammie hooks one leg over my hip. I slide my arm under the other and draw it up, just like Aragorn did in the last chapter of her story.

“Oh fuck, yes please,” she groans.

She tips up to meet my next thrust and grips my shoulder with one hand and my hair with the other. We find a rhythm, moving with and against each other. I can’t get enough of her soft moans and quiet pleas for more. Of the way she shudders under me. Or the way her eyes flare and her nails dig into my back when she whispers, “Oh God, Chase. I—I think—I think I’m going to come.”

I roll my hips, grinding against her. Cammie’s head snaps back and her body quakes as she contracts around me. There’s such primal satisfaction in knowing that I’m the one who takes care of her needs like this. That she feels safe enough with me to let go. That I’m special enough for her to let me see her at her most vulnerable and beautiful.

And when her gaze returns to mine, hazy with desire, I let go, too. Falling into bliss along with her.

I collapse on top of her for a few seconds, then realize I’m probably crushing her and push up on one arm. “I think I’m addicted to your precious.”

“My precious is also addicted to your mighty sword.”

“He is pretty fucking mighty, isn’t he?”

“So mighty. The pride of Gondor some would say.” She smiles. “I’m so glad our hearts caught up to the rest of us.”

I ease out and roll to my side. Removing the spent condom, I tie a knot before I toss it across the room, into the garbage can. “Cuddle time?” I ask hopefully.

“You are such a sap,” Cammie observes.

“You love it.” Cammie and I wiggle around, shoving the comforter down and pulling it over our naked bodies. She tucks herself into my side and I kiss her cheek.

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“I love you.”

“You do.” I can tell she’s fighting a smile.

“We should get matching sweatshirts or something,” I muse.

“Or you can just write it on the message board on my door.”

“When can we move in together?”

Her nose wrinkles. “After first year?”

“We could bring my bed in here and turn it into a double so we’ll both fit and get a mattress topper or something.” I push up on one arm, excited about the prospect of sleeping beside her every night. “And in the summer we can get an apartment together.”

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