“That’s good, sweetheart, because you’re the only one who’s gonna know the real me. And, Cammie? I’m falling for you, too.”
13
ZEB
I didn’t askto kiss her this time. She said she was falling for me and that was all I needed. Plus, she hadn’t kicked me out or kneed me in the balls, which were two options I’d considered as I took the steps two stairs at a time to her floor.
Her mouth… fuck, I’d never get enough.
My thumbs brushed over her cheeks as we kissed. I knew she’d been crying. Her face was splotchy and her eyes red rimmed. I’d done that to her. Never again.
“I’ll never make you cry again,” I whispered, kissing her sogently.
“Zeb,” she said, hooking her hand around the back of my neck and deepening the kiss. I groaned and cupped her ass, lifted. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we stood in the middle of her dorm room and kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
Only when my hands couldn’t do more than roam over her back and ass did I pivot and take us down to her bed, bracing myself on my forearm over her.
“Text Rose, baby. Tell her I’m staying over.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “What?”
“No one’s interrupting us this time. I want all night to make you mine.”
She stared at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, understanding exactly what I meant.
“Or not. We can just sleep and have a chaperone.” I kissed the tip of her nose as my dick fought against the zipper of my jeans. He wasn’t in charge, no matter how much he was ready to go since her hand stroked it earlier. I’d waited this long. If my girl wasn’t ready, we had the rest of our lives to get there. “But I’m not leaving. Ever.”
The hand that was on my lower back reached out, slapped at her desktop. Found the cell. I pushed backto give her room to type. She paused. It pinged. She typed some more. It pinged again. Then again. And again. Then she set the cell back.
“Okay?” I asked.
She bit her lip. Nodded. “She’ll stay in Angela’s room. Told me to have fun.”
I grinned, then lowered my head to her neck and sucked on where her pulse was pounding beneath that delicate skin. “That, sweetheart, is a guarantee.”
Her hands were in my hair, on my back, cupping my butt. She was so tiny, so much smaller than me that I worried I’d hurt her. That I might smoosh her beneath my heavy weight.
Instead of pushing me off, she shifted her legs, bent her knees and made room for me. If we didn’t have all our clothes on, I’d be able to slide my dick right into her.
“Too many clothes,” she breathed, pulling up the back of my shirt.
I huffed, then sat back so I straddled her thighs, thrilled she was able to read my thoughts.
I shucked the shirt as she watched, then took her hand and pulled her up to sitting and rid of her pajama top, her long hair falling like a wave of gold as it fell back in place.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I said, looking my fill.
Her breasts were small, but high. Little nipples were hard pebbles at their tips. My hand could easily cover one.
She flopped back onto her bed. Crooked a finger.
I arched a brow, grinned. “You in charge here, sweetheart?”
“I want to feel you. Skin to skin.”
