Chapter 6
CHEVY
I'm wrecked.
Kneeling in front of Camille in a mountain cabin with her taste still on my lips and the sound of my name in her sexy voice still reverberating through every cell in my body—I am completely, catastrophically wrecked.
And I couldn’t be happier.
Camille pulls me up to her by the front of my shirt. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and glowing and a little stunned, and she kisses me slowly and deeply. It’s the kind of kiss that says I want more of you.
I could live in this kiss.
"Take me to bed," she murmurs against my mouth.
I do the thing I've been imagining for weeks: scoop her up, one arm under her knees, one behind her back, and she yelps and laughs and wraps her arms around my neck.
"Chevy! You don’t have—"
"I absolutely have to. I've been mentally rehearsing this for a month. Don't take it from me."
She buries her face in my neck and I feel her grin against my skin, and carrying this woman across the cabin to the bed is the single most satisfying physical act of my entire life, and I say that as a guy who once rescued a labradoodle puppy from a second-story window.
I lay her down on the bed and she looks up at me—hair fanned out, dress rumpled at her hips, flushed and gorgeous—and my heart bursts.
I've been with plenty of women. But nothing…not one single encounter…has ever felt like this. With everyone else, it was superficial…the charming grin, the smooth moves, the version of Chevy Torres that women expect when they see my face, a body with no substance underneath.
With Camille, she already knows me. The scared parts, the soft parts, the mess underneath the jokes. She fell for the guy behind the face, and now that guy is standing in front of her with his heart wide open and his hands shaking slightly, not from nerves but from the sheer weight of wanting this.
I pull my shirt over my head and her eyes go wide, trailing down my chest and stomach. "Oh, that's just rude," she whispers.
"What is?"
"Your body. It's offensive how hot you are. I'm offended."
I bark out a laugh and kneel over her on the bed. "We’ll see how long you complain…"
She grins and lifts up so I can unzip the back of her dress, working it down her body inch by inch while she watches me with those warm brown eyes. She shivers when the fabric slides past her shoulders. I lift it up and off of her leaving her in a lace bra and a matching pair of panties.
I told her I love lace and the thought that she chose these for me makes my blood run hot.
"You okay?" she asks, softly.
"I'm taking a mental photograph." I trace a fingertip along the edge of her bra, over the swell of her breast, and watch goosebumps bloom across her skin. "I told you I'd look at you like you're the sexiest thing in my life. And you are…by a landslide."
She gasps as I reach around her and unclasp her bra with one hand and slide the straps down her arms. It drops and I just stop to admire her beauty.
She's stunning. Her tits so full and soft with dark nipples already stiff, and I want my mouth on them so badly my teeth ache.
"God, Camille. Talk about offensive…" I cup her breasts in both hands, running my thumbs across her nipples, and the sound she makes—this low, shuddering moan—goes straight to my raging cock.
I dip my head and press my lips to the curve of one breast, kissing across the soft skin until I reach the peak. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck gently, swirling my tongue, and her hands grab my head.
"Ohhhh—" Her back arches, as she presses herself deeper into my mouth. "That feels insanely good."
I switch to the other side, giving it the same attention. I'm nothing if not thorough. I lick and tease and graze her with my teeth until she's squirming, her breathing ragged.
"You're trembling," I murmur against her skin.
"You’re killing me…"
I grin and kiss my way down her stomach, while my fingers slide into the waistband of those lace panties. I pull them down slowly, as she lifts her hips, pressing a kiss to each hip bone.
Now she's completely bare in front of me and I take a moment to soak her in…
the athletic legs, the full hips, the curves that make my hands itch.
and that sweet pussy is glistening and swollen just for me.
She's breathtaking, and I can see in her eyes that she's not used to being gazed at like this.
I lay her back on the bed and settle beside her, propping myself on one elbow. I let my free hand wander—stroking down her side, over her hip, across her inner thigh. She parts her legs for me, just slightly, and I trace my fingers higher, along the crease where her thigh meets her center.
"Chevy…" Her voice is strained. She begging without saying the words.
I brush my fingers over her pussy, softly, just enough to feel how slick and velvety she is…and she gasps, her hips lifting to meet my hand.
"So wet," I murmur, stroking through her folds with the lightest pressure, spreading that slickness, touching her clit in teasing circles.
I want her desperate. I want her mindless. I want her so wound up that when I finally give her what she wants, it ruins us both.
"You're so evil," she pants, grabbing my wrist.
"I believe the word you're looking for is meticulous.”
I slide a finger inside her and she moans, clenching around me. I curl, until I find her g-spot, and her whole body jolts. I pump slowly, my thumb brushing her clit, watching her face—the way her lips part, the way her eyes go heavy, the way her chest rises and falls faster and faster.
"Chevy," she breathes, and her hand comes up to cup my face, pulling me down to hers. She kisses me, so deeply and then says against my lips, urgent and certain: "I need you."
"I'm right here."
"I mean I need your cock. Inside me."
The urgency in her voice fires through me like a shot. I stand up long enough to shove my jeans and boxers down in one graceless motion, kicking them off the side of the bed.
Camille props herself up on her elbows and looks down at me, and her eyebrows shoot up.
"Oh," she says. Then, softer: "Oh."
"Is that a good 'oh' or a concerned 'oh'?"
"That's an 'I understand why you walk around with so much confidence' oh.
" She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes once, her silky hand making my entire body shudder. Her thumb slides over the tip, spreading the wetness there, and she bites her bottom lip, studying me with open appreciation. "Seriously. You should’ve warned me.”
I choke out a laugh, even as my hips thrust into her grip. "What should I have said?”
“My cock may cause deep spiritual awakening." She grins up at me, still stroking, and I'm dying. Actually dying.
"You're going to give me an ego the size of one of Aiden’s biceps."
“With this beast, you’re entitled to the ego."
I lean down and kiss the smirk right off her mouth, easing her hand away before she finishes me off ahead of schedule.
I reach for the condom I stashed in my wallet, and she watches me roll it on with a look of open hunger that I want tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
When I finally crawl over and push inside her, we both groan.
Her eyes lock onto mine, her lips part, and the sound she makes is small and broken and so full of feeling that I have to close my eyes and just breathe.
This isn't sex. This is something alive between us.
"Oh my god," she whispers.
"Yeah," I manage. "Yeah."
We find a rhythm together—slow at first, savoring it, eyes open. I want to let her adjust.
Then she urges me on. Faster. Harder. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me deeper and the groan that tears out of me is feral.
Her nails rake down my back and I hiss and she laughs mid-thrust…this giddy, breathless sound that makes me laugh too, and for a few seconds we're just two fools grinning at each other while our bodies move together.
"You feel unbelievable," I tell her, huskily. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
I hook her leg higher, change the angle, and the moan she lets out bounces off the cabin walls.
"There?" I ask.
"Yes, right there—that’s it. Don't you dare stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it." I thrust into her again, deep and firm, and her back bows, nails digging into my shoulder blades hard enough to leave delicious marks.
"I want to feel you come on my cock," I tell her, rolling my hips in a slow grind that makes her eyes flutter shut. "Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Keep talking like that and I won't have a choice."
"That's the point, beautiful." I keep the pace steady, my mouth against her ear. "You're so snug and wet. I've been dreaming about being inside you for weeks, and the reality is so much better.”
"Chevy—"
"Say my name again."
"Chevy." It comes out broken and breathy and I feel it everywhere.
"Louder."
She moans it this time, pulling me closer, wrapping herself around me as if she wants to absorb me through her skin, and the way my name sounds in her throat—ragged and desperate—nearly sends me over the edge.
“Christ, you have no idea how good you feel," I groan. "How long I've waited to hear you say my name like that. You're fucking perfect, Camille."
She laughs, this breathless, disbelieving little sound. "I can't believe we could've been doing this months ago if we'd just met at one of Aiden's barbecues."
"Don't—" I thrust deeper and she gasps. "—remind me. I'm kinda pissed at the universe."
"Less anger and more of that," she pants, rolling her hips to meet mine. I hold on by sheer stubborn willpower because she's getting close, I can feel it. Her whole body is tightening around me, her hands gripping me as if I'm the only solid thing in the world.
"Come on, sweetheart," I whisper in her ear. "Take all of me in that sweet little pussy.”
“Oh god!” Her body convulses beneath me, clenching around me, and she cries out so loud I swear the windows rattle.