Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

You’re going to think I’m weird.” “You are weird. But I like your weird.”

“For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.”

“So fucking good,” he mumbles against my hot skin. We both groan, and I bite my lip and slap a hand over my mouth. “Oh, hell no.” Chase grabs my hand and pulls it away from my face. “Those moans are mine and I want to hear every last one of them.”

I lick my lips and glance down at his crotch. “Don’t do that; he’ll know you’re looking and embarrass me,” he whispers.

“I want to hang out with you, but I’m in a pretty heightened state.” He thumbs over his shoulder. “So I’m going to go back to my room and hopefully Brody is out so I can deal with my situation.” “I could leave my room for a few minutes if you’re concerned.” Chase’s jaw flexes. “Don’t offer me that. I’ll probably fuck your pillow.” He glances at my bed and swallows thickly. “I’ll definitely fuck your pillow.”

It’s better to live life scared than not live it at all.