Page 98 of A Not So Prince Charming

“Ella.” Cam’s voice was hardly more than a rasp as he joined me at the front door. “What are you doing here?”

“You promised,” I said, out of breath after running over.

He looked around the living room, at the guys all gatheredaround the TV, and then he moved towards me, eyes full of possession.

I’d pulled a pair of leggings and boots on, plus a sweater and coat, and had hurried over to the frat house.

It was irrational, but I hadn’t been able to stop. I fiddled with the buttons on my coat and the brown of his eyes swirled like liquid heat.

“Come on, Charming,” I said, starting up the staircase and turning to look back at him, one hand on my hip.

His nostrils flared as he took one look at me, and then stormed towards me, not stopping even as he reached the stair I was standing on.

Nope. He just hauled me over his shoulder and kept going up to his room, not stopping until the door was locked behind us and I was pinned against the wall. His hardness pressed against my leggings and I couldn’t hold back my moan.

His lips descended over mine as his hands fumbled with the buttons of my coat, groaning as he encountered my sweater. That tongue delved into my mouth, devouring every inch of me as I surrendered to him.

“What?” I gasped as his lips connected with my neck. “It’s cold outside.” I pushed my boots off my feet, letting them hit the ground one after the other.

He pulled me away from the door to help me shed the coat, pushing it off my shoulder and onto the ground, and then my sweater joined it, pulled over my head and exposing the shirt of his I’d left underneath.

“Damn, but I love you in my shirt, Princess.”

I rocked against him, needing to be out of these damn leggings so I could have him inside of menow.

“Patience,” he muttered as he carried me over to the bed.

“Need you,” I begged, haphazardly digging at his shirt to remove it from his body.

“I know what you need.” Cam tugged at my earlobe with his teeth, his low voice making the arousal pool between my legs.

He plopped me down on the bed and tugged my legs to the edge in one fell swoop, and then my leggings and underwear joined the rest of my clothes, leaving me in just his t-shirt.

“Cameron,” I moaned as he dipped his head low, prying my legs apart before taking one languid lick. “Please.”

He looked up, a devilish grin on his face. “I told you I’d make you scream my name, didn’t I, baby?”

And he made good on that promise, sucking and licking and tasting me until I came, my back arching off the bed as I fell apart. “So wet. So good for me.”

After the aftershocks had settled, he pulled away, lips shining with the evidence of my release, and it sent shivers of satisfaction through me.

Cam quickly shed his clothes, absentmindedly flinging them behind him as his eyes never left mine.

“On your knees,” he ordered, and I scrambled up onto the bed, eager to comply.

I felt him settle on the bed behind me, his fingers teasing my entrance before he lined himself up before pushing inside me, entering with no warning.

One of his hands gripped my hip, hard enough I wondered if he might leave a bruise—if he might want to—while the other wrapped around my ponytail, tugging my head back. I could feel him everywhere, and it was almost too much—and then he started moving, not holding back. Fucking me just like he’d promised, his last name in full view on my back.

“Fuck, I like my name on you.” He leaned down, bringing my back flush to his front as he kissed behind my ear.

“Maybe you should give it to me,” I said, not even aware of the words slipping from my lips. Later I’d find a reason to be embarrassed, but for now, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Maybe I will,” he agreed, thrusting into me roughly.

I gasped at the sensation, the combo of his possessive hold and how he was filling me driving me closer to the edge.Somehow this position, this angle, felt better than ever, and I was so, so close?—

“Charming,” I cried. “I need?—”

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