Page 81 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

Cammie smiles. “Mine, too.”

Aragorn and Arwen spent a night together in a cave with a hot spring on the way home from a mission. It was just the two of them.

She curves her palm around the back of my neck, and I dip down to capture her lips. We both sink into the kiss, lips parting, tongues pressing forward to tangle. I run my hands down her back and cup her ass. In one smooth motion, I lift her and carry her across the room to her bed. We never break the kiss as I adjust my hand and carefully move her laptop to her desk.

And then I lay her down on her bed. She pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around my waist. My erection presses against her stomach and we both groan.

“I really love kissing you,” I murmur against her lips.

“I really love kissing you, too.” She runs her hands through my hair.

“And that, I love it when you do that.”

“I love your hair,” she compliments. “Please don’t cut it over the break.”

“I won’t. I promise. I love everything about you.”

She pulls my mouth back to hers. We make out and grind against each other until we’re both breathless and I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin if I can’t touch and taste more of her. We must be on the same page, because she tugs my shirt free from my breeches—that’s what the guy at the cosplay shop called them—and runs her hands over my abs.

I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor.

“I’m a little obsessed with how hot you are in this costume,” Cammie says as she loses her shirt.

“That’s okay. I’m probably equally as obsessed with you in general,” I admit.

I dip down to kiss her again, but she puts her hand on my chest.

I swallow down my nerves. I really hope that wasn’t too much truth.

“Just give me a moment to appreciate all the hard work you put into making yourself such a fine specimen of perfect boyfriend,” Cammie says as she follows the dips and planes, then smooths her hands back over my chest, pulling me to her.

Our chests meet and all that warm skin touches mine, her nipples peaked against me. We go back to making out, hands on the move. I shift to the right, keeping one thigh pressed between Cammie’s as I trail my fingers up her side and skim her breast. She arches into my palm and snakes a hand between us, tugging at the drawstring of my pants—breeches. The moment the bow unfurls, she shoves her hand down the front of my boxer briefs and her warm, soft fingers encase my length.

I break the kiss and press my face into the crook of her neck, groaning. “Fuck, Cammie, your hand feels so good.”

“Just wait until you’re buried balls deep in my precious,” she says in a sultry whisper.

“Can we make love tonight? I feel like tonight is a making love kind of night.”

“We can have whatever kind of sex you want.” She runs her fingers through my hair again.

My thoughts must be written all over my face because she tacks on, “Except anal.”

“I feel like that requires a lot of time, patience, and prep work.”

“I feel like that is also accurate,” she agrees.

“We’ll put a pin in that. We have time to try that later. Much later.”

“Okay.” She pops the button on her jeans.

“Let me do that.” I fold back on my knees, my hands suddenly shaky as I tug the zipper down.

Cammie helps me rid her of her jeans and panties. This time they’re plain black. I take off the rest of my clothes while she tugs open her nightstand drawer and grabs a condom. I try to calm the fuck down and not overthink things.

She passes the condom to me. “Hold on a second. We’re skipping all the good stuff.”

I set the condom on the nightstand and kiss her lips, then trail a path down her throat and over her chest, stopping at her nipples to say hi before I keep going. Most of my bottom half is on the floor by the time I stretch out between her thighs. I loop my arms around her legs and settle in, groaning as I lick up the length of her. “I love the way you taste.”

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