Page 31 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

I lean into Chase and extend my hand. It means my boob is pressed against his forearm and my cheek brushes his chest. Brody leans back, smirk firmly in place as Mac’s grin widens. He takes my small hand in his giant mitt and gives it a light shake. “I’m Cammie, the pocket-sized edgy girl Chase apparently couldn’t stop talking about. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meetyou, Cammie.” Mac is ridiculously flirty. Everything about him screams one-night stand.

“Don’t use that tone with Cammie,” Chase grumbles.

Mac gives him a two-finger salute. “Sir, yes, sir.” He winks at me again and leans back in his seat.

The professor takes her place at the front of the lecture hall, ending any further conversation. It’s hard to focus on her with Chase sitting beside me. He rests his knee against mine and leans into my space to look at my notes every few minutes. He smells divine and it takes literally every ounce of resolve not to reach out and trace the thick veins on the back of his hand.

After class, Mac throws out a blanket invitation to go to the campus pub.

“Who will be there?” Brody asks.

“A few of the guys from the team.” He adjusts his ball cap. “And probably those girls from your dorm, Barbie and what’s her name?”

“Annabelle,” Brody supplies.

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“I’ve got a chemistry assignment I need to tackle, but thanks,” Brody says. “I’m going to hit the library so I can grab a couple of research books, but I’ll catch you all later.”

Mac turns to Chase. “You’re going to bail too, aren’t you? Don’t make me ask Gage to come with me.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely bailing. Have fun.”

“You suck.” He fires the bird at Chase, then turns his megawatt smile on me. “You want to ditch him and come with me?”

“It’s a tempting offer, but I’m good, thanks,” I deadpan and hug Chase’s well-developed biceps.

“That was a test, and you passed. I like this one.” He claps Chase on the back and ambles off. He doesn’t make it ten feet before he’s accosted by a group of girls.

“He’s…interesting.”

“He flirts with literally everyone.”

“Yeah. I gathered that.”

“I’ve never seen him hook up with someone though.”

“Wait, seriously? Not even kiss anyone?” It’s hard to believe, but I guess you can’t always judge a book by its cover, or its flirtiness.

“Nope. Not even a peck.” Chase looks at me. “You heading back to res?”

“Yeah. I have a night class but I’m stopping by my room first. How about you?”

He nods, gaze moving over my face as he tucks his finger under my backpack strap. “I can carry this for you.”

“I have a black belt; I can handle a backpack.”

“I know. But I’d like to carry your books for you, all nineteen-fifties-style chivalrous like.”

I tip my head. “Is this to make up for the unchivalrous face fuck on the hotel bed?”

His eyes flare.

“Which I loved, by the way,” I tack on, in case he thinks otherwise. I’m pretty sure all my moaning and humming and generally pleased noises should have tipped him off to that fact already.

“Yes. No. Yes. I loved that too, so fucking much. But we shouldn’t talk about it right now or I’ll need to use your backpack or maybe even your body as a shield because it’s making things happen in my pants.” Chase half-groans that statement as his eyes heat.

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