Chapter 35 #2
Her nails dig into my bicep. I can tell she’s close by the frantic pace of her hips and the way her thighs tighten around my hand. I curl my fingers deeper, applying enough pressure that her back bows off the couch.
But my angel is itching for trouble tonight.
With the hand that’s not in my hair, Cassie cups me through my pants and that’s all it takes.
We come together, hers is the sweetest little gasps, chanting my name, while I’m coming so hard in my underwear my head swims. Like a middle-school boy.
And I couldn’t care less. All I see is Cassie, falling apart with my name on her lips.
Cassie watches with hooded eyes as I take my fingers that were buried deep inside her seconds ago and pop them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.
“Fuuuck,” I groan around my fingers, holding her gaze. “Delicious.”
Her hand is still gripping me through my pants and she must notice I’m not as hard as I was seconds ago because she quirks a brow. “Did you…” Her words trail off.
I’m not even embarrassed. I’m glad she knows what she does to me. That she can get me off with the slightest touch through my clothes.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” My words are a graveled sound after such an intense release. Cassie raises onto an elbow and kisses me with such intensity my dick is already stirring, ready for more. “Now,” I murmur when we break apart, “tell me about this rose. How did I compare?”
Cassie only looks confused for half a second. “Fucking Josie.”
“What I really need to know,” I say, tracing her jaw with my thumb, “is whose name you cry out when you’re using it.”
Cassie bites her lip to trap a smile. “I think you know.”
I tug her lip free and suck it into my mouth, releasing it with a soft pop. “But I wanna hear you say it.”
“It’s yours, you peacock,” she says, eyes teasing. “I imagine it’s your mouth down there, sucking so hard I see stars.”
Fucking hell. My eyes fall closed and I drag in a breath that does nothing to rebuild my restraint.
What I really want is to carry her to my bed and bury myself so deep we can’t tell where I begin and she ends.
To hear what other sounds she makes when there’s nothing between us at all.
But I vowed that tonight was about her and I’m sticking to it even if it kills me.
And I’m starting to think it just might.
“You don’t know how badly I want you to stay the night.” My words come out steady, which shocks the hell out of me, given that my racing heart is anything but. “I want that more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. But—”
“But we have time. There’s no reason to rush things,” Cassie finishes for me.
“No reason at all,” I agree, even as every cell in my body stages a protest.
The look on her face about knocks me sideways, because not a trace of disappointment is written there. She just looks at me with those amber eyes, patient as ever, like she’s got all the time in the world.
She reaches up, gently tracing my brow with her fingertips. “I should probably go. I think we both know what would happen if I end up in your bed. And it would be anything but slow.” She raises a brow which makes me chuckle, a low rumble of a sound.
Cassie holds my gaze for one long moment, and then raises to press the sweetest, softest kiss to my lips.
And if I wasn’t already a goner, I’d sure as hell be right now.
Then she shifts under me, so I clamber up to allow her to straighten.
Cassie quietly dresses while the two of us exist in a moment that can never be taken back.
And that’s fine by me. I don’t want to take it back.
Once she’s given Mutt an acceptable amount of goodbye snuggles, I walk her to the door. We pause on the threshold and I can tell neither of us wants this night to end. But this is the right decision for now.
“Good night, William,” she says.
“Night, angel.”
Cassie rises slightly on her toes to press one quick kiss to my lips and she turns heading to her car.
When her taillights are out of sight, I close the door, head straight to my bathroom, and switch on the shower to get cleaned up.
It’s heated in thirty seconds, steam already fogging the bathroom mirror when I strip and step under the spray.
The water is almost too hot but I don’t adjust it.
I brace one forearm against the tile, drop my head, and let it hit the back of my neck while I try to get a grip.
It doesn’t work.
I wrap my hand around my cock and exhale hard through my nose. I’m already rock hard again just thinking about the sounds she made, the taste of her still on my tongue.
Cassie is a drug. That’s the only word for it. Every hour I spend with her just makes the want sharper, more impossible to reason with. And knowing she’ll probably go home and give herself another orgasm makes me simultaneously jealous and so damn turned on.
It only takes a few strokes before my release slams through me, hard and sudden, my fist hitting the tile as I groan her name into the steam. My whole body shudders with the force of it, knees damn near unreliable, and I stand there for a long moment just breathing.
Then I tip my face up into the spray and laugh. For so long, my goal was to forget. But after tonight, I know without a shadow of doubt that each day moving forward, I want to remember every single thing.