Ty & Cassie #3
He snatched his hand away, rising over her with a frown. “Did I hurt you?”
Unable to find a single word to beg him to continue, she grasped his wrist and moved his hand back to her core.
“Liked that, did ya?”
“Don’t stop!”
With a satisfied masculine chuckle, he started his delectable torture again. The pad of this thumb quickly found the sweet spot, and he rubbed circles that had her hips rising from the bed. She’d never known such pleasure—until he slid a long finger deep inside her.
Cassie shattered, letting out a shout as her body spasmed with a pleasure she’d never known existed. Her breath came in pants as she opened her eyes.
Ty stared down at her, his gaze full of emotion and a smug smile on his face.
“That was...amazing,” she said, her voice breathless.
“Gets better.”
She found a grin. “Well, then...show me better.”
He took her hand and led it to his groin. Then he closed her fingers around his erection.
The skin was silky soft, yet the flesh beneath was hard. And so hot. She ran her hand down to the root then back to the tip, where she rubbed her thumb over the cap.
His body fascinated her. Everything was the opposite of hers—from the rough skin to the depth of muscle. But what she held in her hand was the most captivating. That, and the soft sac she gave a gentle squeeze before returning to his staff.
How in God’s name would something so long and thick fit inside her?
Ty gently brushed her hand away.
What if her exploration had somehow hurt him? “Was I doing it wrong?”
He shook his head before gripping her shoulders and easing them back against the mattress. “You touching me makes me want you past waitin’.”
Cassie let his words wash over her heart. They might not have been a declaration of love, but they made her core tighten as her desire begin to climb again. She welcomed his kiss, grasping his tongue between her teeth and hoping he enjoyed her boldness.
Ty parted her thighs with his knee and then settled himself between them. He held his erection and rubbed it between her folds, making the burn flare deep inside her. She raised her hips, meeting his teasing strokes.
His hand moved to her hips. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
She bit his shoulder and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He buried himself inside her in one hard thrust that made her feel she’d just been torn in two. She tried to get him off her, but his weight kept her pinned to the bed. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
Cradling her face in his hands, Ty stared down at her. “Cassie girl...I’m sorry I hurt you.”
She’d known it would hurt—her mother had told her as much—but the pain was rapidly subsiding, replaced by a wonderful fullness. She swallowed her fear and hurt. “It’s better now.”
His gaze searched hers.
“Kiss me again, Ty. Make me forget the pain and remember the pleasure.”
The kiss he gave was as intoxicating as champagne. He rubbed his tongue over hers, rekindling the passion that had dimmed with her breaching.
But she wanted more.
She got more when he pulled back and then sank deep inside her.
Although she was a little tender, she also felt her body respond each time he repeated the action.
When he’d hurt her, she’d dropped her legs from around his hips.
Now that he moved in and out of her body, she couldn’t stop herself from wrapping them around his hips again, which helped him push deeper inside.
There were no words—only the feel of his body caressing hers as Cassie surrendered to instincts she didn’t understand.
The rhythm sped as Ty’s thrusts became less measured and more forceful.
The tension knotted inside her, and this time she knew not to fear it.
Instead, she welcomed it, wanting the bliss that only he could give her.
And it burst on her suddenly, capturing her completely as she called to him and raked her nails across his back.
Ty thrust into her—again and again—until he groaned and shuddered. The heat of his seed bathed her insides, setting off a few more tremors deep inside her.
The aftermath was quiet. He rolled to his back, and she snuggled up against his side, rubbing her toes against the tops of his feet.
The cold had been banished from their bed, and she dreaded the moment when the blanket would have to be lifted so they could dress.
She wanted to stay in the warmth and shelter of his embrace.
“Cassie? Where are you?” a voice called from outside the cabin.
“Caleb,” she whispered.
“What in the hell is he doing here?” Ty demanded.
There was a knock on the door.
Cassie scrambled over Ty to get to her clothes. He seemed to be in no hurry as he stacked his hands behind his head and watched her quickly try to dress. Her fingers shook so hard, she couldn’t even tie the ribbons on her nearly destroyed camisole.
Caleb incessantly pounded on her door. “Cassie! Are you asleep? Wake up! I need you!”
“Get dressed,” she hissed at Ty. “He’ll know.”
Ty merely shrugged.
She tossed his pants at him. “Please get dressed and be very quiet.”
The door to the cabin opened with a loud squeak. “Cassie?” Caleb called, his voice echoing through the main room.
Since she couldn’t seem to dress herself, she whipped the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders like a cloak. When she reached for the doorknob, Ty bounded out of the bed.
“You ain’t goin’ out there to greet him in your underthings,” he scolded. Then he glared at the door. “Be out in a minute, Caleb. Go wait outside.”
Cassie was horrified. She’d planned to tell Caleb she was feeling poorly and had been resting. Then she would have sent him on his way. Instead, Ty had just announced their intimacy in a voice loud enough that all of White Pines had to have heard.
The door slammed, marking Caleb’s retreat.