I’m panting by the time I’ve finished the chapter. I grip Cammie by the waist and carry her over to her bed. It’s a twin, and stupidly small compared to the hotel king, but I’m desperate for the taste of her on my tongue. I lay her out on the bed, drag her to the edge by her ankles, sink to my knees, and bury my face in her pussy. She pulls a pillow over her face to muffle her moans. I make her come again and I feel like a fucking god. I stand and she sits up, legs bracketing mine as she fumbles with my belt. “You don’t have to,” I grind out. She arches a brow. “Oh, but Chase, I want to.”
