Chapter 6
6
DANE
C assady took a third sip from her drink. Yes, I was counting. I didn’t want her to get too drunk. Then I’d feel like I was taking advantage of her.
That meant I needed to make a move soon. Why was this so difficult? Normally, I would have just gone in for a kiss. But with Cassady, the stakes were higher than ever. I didn’t want to do anything to mess this up.
“This is awkward,” she said, looking over at me. “Is it always this awkward?”
She leaned away a little to be able to see me, and I immediately missed the contact. I wanted her arm against mine. But she’d summed up exactly what I was thinking. This shouldn’t be awkward. I didn’t want it to be.
“I’m trying to impress you,” I blurted. “I feel like you deserve a lot more than smoking hot sex on a rock.”
“Candlelight, rose petals, and satin sheets?” she asked, leaning back toward me and looking out at the view again.
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“But what if I want smoking hot sex on a rock? Or in the creek. Or anywhere else you have in mind.”
The creek was too shallow, but I’d considered it, as well as every other surface around this property. This spot won out, mostly because I loved it so much.
She leaned over, set her cup on the ground, and turned back to me. She scooted around until she was facing me, one leg on the rock between us.
“I guess we start by kissing,” she said. “That’s the way I always understood it.”
“It’s a good start,” I said. “I’ll lean forward and put my hand behind your neck, pulling you toward me. Then your hands start to roam.”
“Mine?” she asked. “Why mine and not yours?”
“Oh, mine will roam too. But first I’m going to let you explore.”
I was getting to her. She looked like she actually gulped, swallowing past a knot in her throat, maybe.
“You’re fully dressed,” she said. “So I’m exploring you on top of your clothes?”
“You’re right.” I looked down. “I’m wearing too many clothes.”
I grabbed my T-shirt and yanked it over my head, tossing it to the ground. I might have flexed a little more than necessary in the hopes of impressing her.
It looked like it maybe worked. She lowered her stare to my torso. She probably thought I didn’t notice that.
Suddenly, she looked down and gave a nod, as though having decided something in that stretch of silence. Finally, she shrugged off the jacket, tossing it to the ground.
I winced. A jacket like that should be folded neatly and set respectably somewhere. But jackets could be dry cleaned, I supposed.
Meanwhile, she was busy messing with the buttons on her blouse. I held my breath as, one by one, she slid the small round pieces of plastic through their respective holes, gradually revealing more and more of that beautiful body.
I tried not to stare at her cleavage. It was more than generous. And my fingers twitched as I held myself back from reaching out to touch her.
Her breasts were stuffed into an ordinary nude bra. The bra wasn’t all that special, but it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
She tossed her blouse on top of the jacket and turned back to face me. “When do you start exploring me? When I reach down to unbutton your pants?”
Oh, fuck. The thought of her messing with that area of my body made my cock twitch. I didn’t realize until now just how much I wanted her touch.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ll still let you explore. This is your first time, after all.”
Her gaze dropped to my waist, to that button she’d just mentioned. Again, I held my breath, not daring to make a move for fear of scaring her off.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and grabbed my jeans, unfastening them, then unzipping them. She looked up at me as she moved the zipper slowly down, one tooth at a time. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, but my heart was hammering so hard against the wall of my chest, I was sure she could hear it.
“Take off everything,” Cassady said.
She was staring at her hands as she said that. I looked down to see that she’d revealed my white boxer briefs. I wanted to tell her to do the same. If it wasn’t her first time, I would. But this was all about her. Whatever she wanted. Whatever made her most comfortable.
There’d be plenty of time to see those beautiful tits. In fact, I planned to see them every day for the rest of my life—if she was on board for it.
With a shrug, I stood, thumbs already tucked under each side of my waistband. That was the waistband of both my jeans and my boxer briefs. I jerked downward rapidly, not forgetting for a moment that I needed to go slowly. My massive erection would likely be a lot for someone who’d never seen one in person before.
She’d seen me naked, of course. She’d seen my cock, but fully erect was a different matter. And I’d been growing this erection for a good half hour, maybe longer.
Her gaze landed on my cock and stayed as I straightened to kick off my shoes, then stepped out of my pants and underwear. When I returned to the rock, I was naked, aside from my socks. I’d remove those if it mattered, but I was pretty sure it didn’t.
Now, it was time to say, “your turn.” I still didn’t. I didn’t even sit on the rock. Instead, I stood next to it, waiting to see what she wanted to do next.
“Can I touch?” she asked.
Oh, good Lord. Of course, she could touch. She could touch any part of me, especially the part she was eyeing right now.
I moved closer, giving her access. “Touch anything you want, baby.”
That sounded like a line. I hoped she didn’t take it that way. It was exactly how I felt, though.
Licking her lips, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. She then slid forward on the rock a little, using her left hand to rub the underside of my balls.
I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped as her hand began stroking and her fingers continued to trail a path over my balls. Fuck, that felt so good. It was clear she was new to all this. Her left hand seemed to be shaking a little, but her right was stroking with confidence. Long, sure strokes that were threatening to topple me over the edge.
Suddenly, she released her grip, and I was torn between missing her touch and being grateful I wouldn’t come right here on the spot. I definitely didn’t want to do that.
When she sat up a little straighter and reached behind her, I knew why she’d stopped. She unclasped her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders, not looking at me as she bared her breasts to me for the first time.
I wasn’t sure if I should stare or look away. I didn’t want her to feel self-conscious. But I sure as hell wanted to stare. So that was exactly what I did.
“You’re the first man to see them,” she said. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”
“Disappointed?”
I almost laughed. Was she kidding? I’d never seen a sight more beautiful in my life.
“You’re perfect,” I said. “Everything about you is perfect.”
“You haven’t seen the rest of me.”
Her joke successfully brought my gaze off her chest and back to her face. I couldn’t tell if she’d noticed me gawking at her. I’d definitely been obvious about it. But it didn’t look like she minded. She wore a big smile.
“I’m sure that’s going to change soon,” I said. “And I’ll love every inch of the rest of you.”
Love. That was a strong word to use this early. I wasn’t using it in the sense that I loved her. But loving every inch of her was definitely a step in that direction.
“Close your eyes,” Cassady said.
I frowned, but then I got what she was saying. She wanted to get naked. And she wanted to be comfortable while she did it.
I felt the air move around in front of me, and I knew she’d stood. I kept my eyes closed, though, and even took a step back to give her extra space.
Finally, everything went quiet for a few seconds, then I heard her say, “You can open them now.”
“Holy fuck,” I said as I took in all of her.
I couldn’t see all of her, unfortunately. Her hands were clasped uncomfortably in front of her most private part. She also had her legs crossed as she stood next to the rock and stared at something just past me. The creek? The trees? I couldn’t tell.
“Is that a good thing?” she asked.
“Definitely. You don’t have to be shy in front of me. I think you’re beautiful.”
I’d said that before, hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. I was having trouble putting into words what I was feeling. I might never be able to put into words what I felt when I looked at Cassady.
“Come over here,” I said.
But the words were barely out of my mouth before I was on the move, walking toward her, closing the remaining distance between us in just a few quick strides. I wanted her. And I wanted her now.
The hardest part would be taking things slow. But I’d do that for her. I’d summon every ounce of the strength in my body to hold myself back from plunging deep inside her and filling her with my seed, making her mine. Maybe someday soon I’d even get her pregnant.
All of a sudden, the guy who ran from even a hint of commitment was thinking forever. Yes, this was the real deal—marriage, babies…the whole thing. I just had to make sure she felt the same.