Page 22 of A Very Grumpy Marine

Instead, I drag my nails down his back, arching up so our bodies fit together like they were made for this, and whisper, “Don’t you dare.”

His smirk disappears. His grip tightens.

And then he kisses me again—slow and deep, like a promise.

Like he’s never letting me go, and in this moment, I hope that he never does.

His lips trail lower, moving down my neck and over my chest. I arch under him, offering him all of me.

His mouth finds one nipple, and he wraps his lips around it. His teeth graze over the sensitive peak, and I gasp at the sensations. It’s like a direct line from my breasts to my center. My core clenches as his mouth continues to worship my breasts.

“Need you,” I murmur, and he nods, moving between my legs.

His thick length nudges at my opening, and I spread my legs wider as he starts to sink into me. I moan as he bottoms out inside of me, and we lock eyes. There’s something in their dark depths, some emotion that looks so much like love. I swallow hard, and he smiles down at me as he starts to move.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync, and I cling to him as we both strive to reach our peaks.

“You’re perfect, baby,” he groans, and I grin, pushing on his shoulder.

He looks confused for a moment before he understands what I want and rolls us until I’m straddling his waist, looking down at him.

“Goddamn,” he groans as I start to ride him.

His hands find my breasts, and he cups them in his hands as I move on top of him. He feels so much bigger with me on top, and I moan as I slam down on his length over and over again.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” Camden urges me, and I choke back a sob as I feel myself starting to splinter apart around him.

His fingers pinch my nipples, and I shout his name, my movements growing sloppy and uneven.

“Are you going to come for me?” He asks. “You going to make a mess all over my cock?”

“Oh god,” I choke out, and he grins at me.

“Be a good girl and come all over my dick. Now,” he orders, and I scream as I give him what he wants.

I collapse forward, and he rolls us once again, his hips slamming against mine as he pounds into me, groaning my name as he comes.

“Fuck,” he pants as I nod, my dark hair a tangled mess in my eyes.

He brushes the strands away and grins down at me.

“We could stay in bed all day,” he offers, and I smile.

“I have to meet Lilou soon, and you have work,” I remind him.

He sighs, burying his face in my neck, and I giggle as his stubble tickles the sensitive skin there.

“Fine. But tonight, you’re mine,” he whispers against my skin.

He kisses me once more before he climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom. I hear the shower kick on a second later, and I stretch in bed, debating on joining him or getting half an hour more sleep.

I must doze off because when I wake again, Camden is dressed and kissing me goodbye.

“I went and got your car from Milo’s, so you won’t be stranded,” he whispers, and I smile.

“Thanks, I didn’t even think about that, and I have to meet Lilou soon.”

“Have fun with your friend. I’ll see you soon,” he says, and I nod, kissing him back.

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