Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
She took his fingers loosening their grip as a sign she could finally move.
Chapter Thirty
With one hand wrapped around his neck and the other gripping his bearded jaw, Cami tipped his head back and took his mouth.
It was hers.
He was hers.
And, fuck, she was his.
She began to move, using her toes on the floor to lift herself before dropping her heels along with her weight. With his hands clamped on her ass, she settled into a steady rhythm of rising and falling.
Down until he completely filled her. Up until only the crown of his cock remained inside.
With their lips remained smashed together, their tongues twisted and tangled, tasting and teasing.
She couldn’t get enough of him. His cock. His mouth. All of him.
He confessed that she drove him crazy. It was only fair since he did the same to her.
Could she deal with his overbearing bossiness for more than a few hours at a time? Could they work and live a life together without killing each other?
She was getting ahead of herself by already building a future with him before they even discussed it. Hell, they hadn’t even gone on one damn date.
Okay, eating together at the dinner could be considered one. Sort of.
Not really.
Crissakes, she had lost her mind.
All it took was some verbal sparring, some hot, satisfying sex, and here she was, ready to become permanent partners with this man?
Snagging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and twisted, causing her back to arch and for her to swallow down her moment of panic just as a groan slid up her throat.
Every time he pinched and rolled, shocks of lightning radiated through her, starting at her nipples and shooting up to the top of her head as well as down to her toes. After a soft spank to her ass, he drove his hand between them and found her clit.
Him knowing where that was, along with her G-spot, made any panic wash away. Crew might be considered a unicorn. And who the hell let go of a unicorn?
Fools, that was who.
Cami, stop overthinking this! Enjoy the moment. You’re not becoming the next Mrs. Crew tonight, tomorrow, or even next week.
Her brain glitched.
Mrs. Crew?
What the fuck! Did she even actually have that thought? Being a Mrs. Anyone wasn’t even on her bucket list. Not even all the way at the bottom.
She ripped her mouth free and dropped to his lap, spearing herself on his cock. “I need a damn drink.”
His eyebrows knitted together. “Now?”
“Yes and it’s your fault.”
“How the fuck is it my fault?”
Because you make me picture myself as Camila Crew.
She frowned. That was a horrible name. “I’m never taking your name.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I like my last name. It fits,” she explained.
“Cami, have you lost your goddamn mind?” he bellowed.
She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled in a breath. He was right. She was sounding crazy.
Absolutely one-hundred percent certifiable.
“I think I have.” I’ve gone crazy over you.
“Can we finish before I’m forced to order you a straitjacket?”
“Yes. But so you know, I take a size small.”
A laugh burst from him. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, still laughing.
She smiled against his lips.
Now… Back to business.
She removed one of his hands from her face, shoving it between them and back to her clit.
Thankfully, he obliged.
She blurted out, “I want to come,” as if that wasn’t obvious.
“That makes two of us.”
“How long can you last?” she asked.
“The fuck if I’m putting that kind of pressure on myself.”
Oh, he had jokes. “Long enough for me to come?”
“That I can guarantee.”
“A written guarantee?”
“You’ll have to take my word on that,” he answered.
“Can I trust you?”
His amusement fled and he said with all seriousness, “You can absolutely trust me, Cami. I will never hurt you… On purpose, anyway.”
“Except for when you spank me. Please put that in the fine print.”
“Whatever you want.”
Well, if he was taking requests… “I want you.”
“I’m pretty sure my cock is inside you.”
“Is that what that is?”
“Last I checked.”
She rose up and peeked. “Yep. That’s what it looks like.” She sank back down, once again taking his full length.
“Now, are you done?”
She purposely misinterpreted his question. “Absolutely not.” She began to rock back and forth, on his cock and against his hand. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed her smooth cheek to his wiry one.
In turn, he wrapped his arm around her, too, holding her close, but leaving enough space to continue to work her clit with his fingers. Pushing, pinching, circling, flicking.
“Crew,” she whimpered, now riding him a bit more frantically.
Up and down. Back and forth. Hitting all the right spots.
Her movements became even more frantic as she chased her orgasm.
“Baby, you need to slow down unless you’re ready to come,” his gruff voice warned in her ear.
“I’m so fucking ready,” she told him in his, not slowing down even the slightest. She ground harder against him because she was ready.