Chapter 7
Cassidy
The softness of the Egyptian cotton sheets rubs against my sensitive skin, waking me. The warmth of sunlight streams through the doors, leading to the private terrace off the bedroom. I slowly pry my eyes open, squinting due to the bright light. My head is pounding at the memories of last night.
Channing’s mouth on mine.
His hands roaming down my body, caressing every curve I have.
His mouth sucking my clit. Fingers thrusting deep inside me as his name is spilled from my lips.
Holy shit, what have I done?
Sure, I was going to give into my temptation with Channing, but once I attacked his mouth in the restaurant, God, I decided to stay in my lane. I had made him uncomfortable, or so I thought.
I just got out of a relationship. An almost marriage. Am I ready to move on?
Is it too soon to move on?
I mean what is an acceptable amount of time to wait before moving on?
I let out a loud sigh, rolling over to tuck my face into the pillow next to me—the pillow that has Channing’s faint scent on it. Fuck, he slept in here with me. Gripping the pillow, I hold it to my face, letting out the loudest scream I can.
I groan as I throw the pillow across the room. Getting out of bed, I quickly throw on my robe before padding out to the main living space of the villa in search of the culprit responsible for everything that happened last night. A very shirtless, sweaty one at that. Sitting on the patio in a pair of low-slung shorts, Channing slowly brings a bottle of water to his lips.
Lips so soft as they clasp around my nipples, sucking, pulling, and biting as he sucks each of them into his mouth.
Stop. It.
Focus.
“Morning,” I say, timidly as I approach the double French doors.
Sitting back in his chair, his smile is bright as he roams the length of my body, as if he’s picturing me naked. “Morning,” he says, taking a sip of his water. “I didn’t want to wake you before I went out for my run, and uh… I ordered some breakfast for us.”
I move slowly toward the chair opposite him, a slow smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Is Channing nervous right now? That can’t be. The overconfident sex on a stick of a man nervous? Over what? I was the one who made him uncomfortable when I kissed him at the restaurant.
Oh, God. Does he regret last night?
Oh. My. God. It’s the hotel room all over again.
“Look, I think we should tal—”
“Last nig—”
We both talk at the same time. “You go first,” he says, before offering me some fruit.
I let out a small chuckle as I look at the delectable spread he had ordered for us. Is this his way of apologizing for crossing the line last night? A way to let me down easily. I should have called Hayley before I saw him. I’m not equipped to have my heart broken once again, especially by him.
I let out a deep breath as I take him in. His hard muscles relax under my gaze as he waits for me to speak. Shit. Speaking. I need to just spit it out. Tell him every thought swarming in my head after last night. Try to preserve what friendship we have if we have any left.
“Last night… I think we can both agree that this has been building for quite some time. We have this bond that is… explosive. Insane. It’s hard to explain,” I say, focusing on my hands in my lap. “I made you uncomfortable. You made it clear after our night all those years ago that this was a mistake, and I… took it too far again. And I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you—”
Oh God, I’m rambling like an idiot, and he’s just sitting there, smirking.
“Are you done?” he says as he adjusts himself in his seat. I nod, giving him the go ahead. “I meant what I said last night, Cassidy. You’ll have me as long as you wish. I fucked up that night in the hotel room when I told you it was a mistake. The truth is, everything that happened after that night was a mistake. The woman. You and Vince. I was just so goddamn nervous of having my heart broken again that I deflected.” His blue eyes bore into mine. “You’re the only one for me, Cassidy. Whether you’re ready for it now or five years down the line. But no matter how long I have to wait, I will.”
My lips slightly part as I watch his eyes roam my body. My chest rises and falls as the smallest whimper releases from me.
Reveling in the fact that he wants me. All of me.
My hands slide to the sides of his face as I bring his mouth to mine. Running my tongue along his bottom lip, begging for entry, to taste him.
He lets out a primal growl as he moves his hand to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. His hands move between us, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me to a straddle on his lap. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He is everything. As perfect as I remember. My curves fit against him like we’ve always been made for each other.
My legs tighten around his waist, locking as I rub my throbbing heat on his dick hard beneath his athletic shorts.
A moan escapes from my lips as his tongue glides against mine, fighting for dominance. I rock against him, releasing his mouth every so often as he works his way down my neck, my breath coming out in pants as my need to take more of him grows to an uncomfortable level.
Supporting my weight, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the table before clearing its contents onto the patio. My back hits the metal surface as our needs for more grow restless. His hands snake up my sides, working their way under my robe, rubbing the smooth skin heating underneath.
“Fuck,” he growls as lips find mine again. “Could you be any more perfect, Cass? Already so wet and ready for me,” he says, as his fingers rub against the scrap of lace covering my wet folds.
“What are you going to do about it?” I tease as I run my teeth down the hollow of his neck, while he works to free the tie on my robe, freeing my bare breasts. A shallow curse leaves his lips as he looks up to the sky, as if he’s holding back all restraint.
“Mhmm,” he moans as he pulls my pert pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud before gently tugging it between his teeth. My entire body arches off the metal table as he moves to the other, giving it the same attention. “I can think of a few things.”
And just like every thought I had about running from him vanishes.
He works his way down my body. Caressing. Kissing. Sucking every sensitive piece of skin. The same electricity I felt that night in the hotel room, that I felt last night, retches through my body.
Thrilling. Powerful. Unstoppable.
Channing Halloway.
My best friend.
Mine.
‘For as long as you’ll have me.’His words echo inside my head, slightly distracting me from the pleasure.
His mouth meets my slick heat in a gentle kiss before he darts out his tongue, lapping at my juices. My breath comes out in pants as I arch completely off the table, his hand pressing down gently at my center to steady me.
“Easy, Cass. I got you,” he says, as he works a finger into my tight hole. Thrusting gently in and out as his mouth latches onto my clit. Sucking and nibbling at the bundle of nerves.
He adds a second finger as he gently increases his thrust, and I feel my walls tighten from my impending orgasm. His thumb presses down on my clit, working it in circles as he adds a third finger. My stomach clenches at the sensation. His mouth meets mine in a heated kiss as I moan out my climax. My walls clench tightly around his fingers as he works me down gently.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” he says, before removing his fingers from my tight folds, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my taste off them.
Yeah. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen done.
My hand moves to the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his thick thighs. I move to the end of the table, ready to drop to my knees before this Adonis, ready to take him into my mouth when he grabs my wrists and steadies them behind my back.
“Not yet,” he says, running his nose down the length of my jaw. “Not until I’ve had you riding my cock and screaming my name.”
A shudder runs through me as I realize this is just the beginning. Laying me back down on the table, he moves my arm above my head. Removing the belt from my robe, he ties it tightly around my wrists, securing it to the metal frame.
I look down as his fingers working their way inside, fucking me. Moaning wildly, I fight against the restraints, ready to dig my nails into his muscular back. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers,” he says, before lowering his mouth to my nipples. Licking and sucking them until I’m a panting mess, moaning out his name.
My breath is ragged as I shift slightly, my gaze holding onto his as he lines his swollen tip at my wet entrance.
“Goddamn, Cass,” he hisses as he moves an inch into my wet heat. Our mouths meet as he moves an inch further, until he fills me to the hilt, steadying my hips with one hand while the other grips my ass. His thrusts are slow at first, carnal and primal as he moves in and out. “So fucking tight and wet for me,” he groans as his lips brush against the shell of my ear.
My breath rushes from me as I moan out my agreement at the build of another orgasm.
It’s been too long since I’ve found a release without having to deliver it to myself. Not saying that Vince and I don’t have a stellar sex life—we do—or I thought we did until he became distant. Rushing to find his own release when he made time for me. Eventually, things fizzled out, and we haven’t touched each other in months.
Makes a lot of sense as to why now.
But being here right now with Channing—his body above mine—claiming me in a way I haven’t felt in so long is something out of a fantasy. Crossing a line that we both swore we’d never cross again. And my body doesn’t give a shit about it happening all over again, and neither does my heart. I’m willing to risk it all.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, as he intensifies his strokes, his thumb applying pressure to my clit. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Channing,” I breathe his name, as my head falls back against the cold metal of the table. “I’m… I’m going…”
He quickens his pace, taking smaller and fast thrusts, rubbing his thumb against my clit with precise pressure, relishing in the moment that my walls clamp tightly around his shaft. My orgasm rocks me to my core as his cock hardens with his own release, leaving us to ride the waves of it together.
“That was—”
“Beautiful.” he says as he gently unties my wrist restrained by the table. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“I was going to say incredibly hot…”
“Fuck,” he groans as he places a gentle kiss on my lips before helping me off the table. “Sorry about breakfast.”
“We’ll eat later,” I say with a mischievous smirk. “Come. I think I have something better in mind. It involves a hot shower and your mouth on my—”
He charges at me, gripping my hips to hoist me up as my legs wrap around his hips. His mouth is on mine as he walks us into the villa toward the bedroom. My arms wrap around his neck, as he nips and tugs lightly at my bottom lip. Never in my life did I think I would get the opportunity to be with him again, but I will do whatever it takes to keep him.
He starts the shower, the water warming as we both strip out of our clothes. Once warm enough, we both step under the spray, but not long enough before he does exactly what I asked for and drops to his knees, lifting my one leg onto his shoulder and his mouth devouring me.