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“Who am I to deny you?” He said, leaning in and kissing me delicately, sweetly, before adjusting our position so his hand was on the small of my back and mine was in his.
Waltzing in the grass, surrounded by moonlit flowers and the sounds of a fountain nearby—this was everything.
“Should we call it a night?” He brushed the hair off my forehead as he looked down at me. I enjoyed appreciating him like this when I didn’t have shoes on—how tall he really was. “Or do you want to go back inside and dance more?”
I shook my head. “Take me home, Charming.”
The team was in charge of take-down, and I wanted to be selfish. Wanted to put myself first.
Taking my hand, he guided me out into the night, the only sounds you could hear the slow movement of water—and my giggles as we headed to his car.
“Your chariot awaits, Princess,” he said, holding open my car door.
“Thank you,” I murmured, taking his hand as he helped me in and then buckled my seatbelt.
His eyes connected with mine, and my face heated.
Did he know about my surprise for him? What I’d hidden underneath my gown? It was part of the reason I’d needed more time when he’d asked me to come over earlier.
He started driving, but I frowned when we passed the fraternity house. “Where are we going?”
Campus was behind us—and so was the sorority house. He wasn’t taking us to an after party or something, was he?
I really hated that idea, not when the idea of being alone with him right now sounded so good.
“You’ll see,” he said, pulling onto the parkway and continuing to drive. It was late, and I’d been drinking—though I’d noticed Cam had only had one drink early in the night—and the movement of the car lulled me into a light sleep.
“Ella,” Cam murmured, waking me up as he opened my car door.
I blinked, looking between him and—the hotel behind him? “What are we doing here?”
“Wanted to surprise you,” Cam said, a wicked grin on hisface as he leaned down to speak directly into my ear. God, his voice was dripping with sex. “You can be as loud as you want tonight, Ella.”
Andoh,if I wasn’t awake before, I was wide awake now. The heat that had flown through my body was back, desire pooling low in my stomach, wetness gathering between my thighs, and I didn’t care about anything else if he was looking at me like that.
“What are we waiting for, then?” I asked, sliding my hand into his before walking into the hotel.
“What’s all this?” I gasped, looking at the room. “You really didn’t have to.”
There were flower petals in a path to the bed, and sitting on the nightstand was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. A bowl of raspberries sat next to it—my favorite.
Cam slipped our room key onto the TV cabinet before grabbing the champagne and popping the cork. Pouring two glasses, he handed one to me—but not before popping a few raspberries into it.
“What’s this for?” We both clinked our glasses, taking a sip.
“Us.” He downed the rest of his glass before taking another raspberry between his fingers, popping it against my lips. “Open.”
I opened for him, letting my tongue dart out, licking his fingers, gathering up the juices. When the flavor hit my tongue, I moaned, the sweet tang of the berry lighting up my taste buds. I took another drink, watching with eager eyes as Cam ran a tongue over his bottom lip.
Finishing my glass, I ate the two berries that were inside, moaning again at the taste—but this time, for his benefit, not mine. His eyes blazed, and he moved closer to me.
Popping a raspberry into his mouth, Cam kissed me, and Itasted the champagne on his tongue, the berry swirling between ours as he devoured my mouth, kissing with abandon.
“Tastes good,” he murmured, wiping his lower lip with his thumb. “Sweet. Just like you.”
I blushed furiously.
He shucked his jacket on the chair, undoing the cufflinks at his wrists. I watched him loosen his bowtie before slinging it off, like he didn’t care where it went. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he held my eyes, and my eyes drifted down to his slacks, catching his ever-hardening erection. My body heated as he slipped the shirt off his arms—fuck, those forearms that I loved, his shoulders that I’d buried my fingers into so many times I’d lost count.
