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“Please do something,” I say.
He laughs again. “Nope. Not nearly clear enough. I am ‘doing something’. You need to be more specific.”
“You’re an asshole,” I groan. “Go down on me.”
“I am,” he argues.
“Take the thong off,” I beg.
To my surprise he agrees, but then he proceeds to torture me, his tongue moving so lightly that I think I’m potentially going to go insane. “More,” I order.
“More what?” he asks.
“More pressure,” I tell him.
“You know you could solve all this by just asking me the right way,” he suggests. He slides a single finger inside me.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I whimper.
“Because if we’re spending most of the year apart, I’m going to be taking care of this,” he says, moving my hand to the hard length pushing against his shorts “on my own. And I’m going to need some things to think about. So ask me the right way.”
“I want you to lick me. Hard.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Yes, just like that.” And then he follows my orders. Fingers, tongue, all of it working together, rough and slick at the same time, alternating fast and slow, and I come in less than a minute.
I’m still coming when he pushes inside me.
“I’m gonna remember this too,” he breathes.
Chapter 47
We haven’t spent the entire night together once. I know there’s a price to be paid for this eventually, but at this exact moment I don’t really care. It feels like there is no price too high for the privilege of sleeping curled up beside James Campbell.
Well, there’s some sleeping.
I lay in bed in the morning, watching him. He doesn’t look nearly as cool and bad-ass as he does when he’s awake, and it’s kind of endearing.
He smiles a little, his eyes still closed. “You’re watching me sleep, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I giggle. “How did you know?”
“You were still,” he says. “Still but too tense to be asleep.”
“I’m not tense.”
“Yeah, but you’re not dead weight either. When you’re asleep you’re completely inert, like a bag of sand.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re not the only one who likes to watch people sleep,” he grins.
He pulls my back to his front and drapes a heavy arm around me.
“I really don’t want to go out there,” I whisper. “Ginny’s so pissed at me.”
“Do you regret it though?”
“No,” I say. “Do you?”
