Page 99 of The Backup Plan
Avery
I love you. No matter when you want to talk to me, no matter what.
He replied in seconds.
Justin
I love you too, Avie.
She pinched her fingers to her thumbs and stared until the screen went blank, then pocketed her phone and ordered herself not to think about it.
TWENTY-NINE
Ball Security
CAMERON
“Forty-five minutes until we both have to be in class,” he said, pulling her into a light jog. “Ten minutes out and ten minutes back, and twenty-five minutes in bed with you.”
“Greedy, needy boy.”
“And I’m not ashamed.” He grinned. “This is what you get for saying we have to keep it under wraps for a little while. I have to get you alone and behind closed doors as much as I can.”
“Wait, so when we do tell people, you’ll be less greedy and needy? Because we’re never telling anyone, if that’s the case.”
“It’s just my excuse right now. Sometime over the next couple of weeks, I’ll come up with another one.”
Red and orange leaves fluttered down with every breeze as they rounded a corner to her residence hall. “I like the way your mind works. And I like that you already have my roommate’s class schedule memorized so you know where to take me and when.”
He stopped and grabbed her waist, pulling her close for a kiss. “I’ll take you anywhere I can, Avery,” he murmured. “You captivate me. You inspire me. And you are getting me uncomfortably hard right now.”
“Say no more.”
Before the door latched behind them in her dorm room, he had her shirt halfway over her head. “Let me get that,” she said, tugging her shirt. “It ties in the back. Hang on.”
“I’ll do it.”
He pulled at a ribbon and the knot at the base of her neck loosened, and he slipped the shirt over her head. “Goddammit, Avery,” he breathed, taking in the black lace balconette bra. “Why are you wearing sexy lingerie to class?”
“In case my needy, greedy boyfriend wants to play in one of the supply closets one day. But I suppose this will do.”
Her breasts, pushed high by the black lace and ribbons, rounded like offerings to his hands and mouth. He wanted to fling it to the floor and at the same time never take it off her. “What do you think we’ll be doing in one of the supply closets?” he asked, tracing her curves as he slid his hands down from her shoulders. “I love your brilliant mind. Tell me every daydream.”
Whatever she wanted, he’d give. Weeks of reining in his feelings exploded into a cataclysm of need, desire, and adoration. The blaze in her blue eyes when she sketched sent his heart leaping. Even the slightest brush of her hand on his when they drew football helmets in perspective exercises was torturous foreplay.
She knelt before him.
He stared down at her, unable to muster words as she dropped his pants to his ankles and leaned close, blowing a long, warm breath across his skin and not moving her hands up past his knees.
“Is it really uncomfortably hard?” she asked.
“It’s a little better now.” He caught his breath when she brushed her lips against his thighs. “And even better.”
She slid over him, grazing her teeth along his length as she stretched her mouth wide to take him in. Cam twisted his hands in her hair and pulled her forward for a few seconds, then let go so she could pull back, gasping.
“I like that,” he moaned, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Avery, I like making you take every inch.”
“I like your hands in my hair when you tell me what you want.” She licked up and down, swirling her tongue with long strokes as she circled her fingers around his base.