Chase grabs the condom from the nightstand and I watch as he tears it open and pinches the tip, taking mental notes as he rolls it down his generous length. He stretches out over me and his erection rubs against me. Chase cups my cheek in his warm palm and his hot gaze locks on mine. “Tell me what you want, Cammie.” His thumb brushes along the edge of my jaw. “I want this first with you.”
