Chapter Thirty-Two #2
“Is that right?” A wicked grin tugged at his mouth as he looked down at her. “Keep talking like that, baby, and the neighbors are gonna get a free show.”
Casey wrapped her fingers around his belt loops, locking herself against him. “Let them watch. You’re mine anyway.”
The grin vanished from Rags’s face, his eyes darkening with a sudden, heavy intensity that sent a thrill down her spine.
His grip tightened around her waist, and she could feel the hard ridge of his belt buckle against her skin.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her lips just a second before he claimed her mouth.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was possessive and deep and left her breathless.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, tilting her head as his tongue parted her lips.
He tasted of smooth whiskey and fresh mint, a lethal combination that melted her spine.
When his hand slid down and squeezed her butt, she forgot about the neighbors and the entire world outside his arms.
He broke the kiss enough to drag his lips down her jawline, his rough stubble igniting against her neck. With his free hand, he reached behind him and twisted the grill knobs shut with a click. The low, steady hiss of the gas died at once.
“Damn right I’m yours,” he rumbled against her skin. “Dinner’s on hold.”
Before she could answer, his hands hooked under her thighs.
“What are you doing?” She laughed.
“You said I was yours, baby,” he murmured, hitching her up until her legs locked around his bare waist. “I’m just going inside to let you prove it.”
Not giving her a chance to reply, Rags turned on his heel and strode back through the open sliding door, carrying her into the house.
The cool air cut sharply through the heat outside.
The scent of leather and the outdoors clung to him, filling her senses.
He came to a sudden halt in the hallway, his grip tightening.
“Woman, you have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his gaze fierce.
The intensity of the moment settled deep within her. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and held his gaze. “And you don’t know how crazy I am about you,” she whispered.
His jaw tightened, a flash of pure hunger replacing the fierceness in his eyes.
Without another word, he finished the trek down the hallway and carried her into the bedroom.
He tossed her onto the mattress, the bed dipping under his immediate weight as he crawled over her, pinning her beneath his body.
She buried her fingers into his hair and yanked his head down to hers. “Show me how much you want me,” she murmured against his lips. “I’m right here. Willing and ready.”
A low rasp tore from his voice at her challenge.
Rags’s hands gripped her wrists securing them beside her head as his mouth slammed back down onto hers, harder and hungrier than before.
The friction of his jeans against her bare legs and the rough calluses of his fingers chafing her wrists sent a lightning bolt of heat between her thighs.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to rub against him.
“No fuckin’ way, baby. Not yet,” he graveled against her lips, his hazel eyes burning into her dark ones.
“Rags,” she breathed.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he said, slightly pushing back.
His hands moved with an impatient, rough urgency, gripping the hem of her gingham dress and bunching the fabric upward.
She lifted her hips to help him, and in one swift, commanding motion, he dragged the dress over her head and threw it on the floor.
The cool air hit her bare skin for only a fraction of a second before the heat of his gaze replaced it.
Burning desire consumed her and she reached down, her fingers fumbling to unbuckle his leather belt. But Rags caught her wrists. He raised her arms and pushed them flat against the mattress above her head, pinning them there as a warning rumble vibrated in his chest.
“Keep them there,” he growled, his eyes burning into hers.
He released her wrists, but Casey stayed completely still, trapped under the weight of his stare.
His hands slid down her neck, his thumbs tracing the line of her collarbone before dipping lower.
When his fingers found the front clasp of her bra, breathless anticipation locked in her throat.
With a single flick of his wrist, the clasp popped open, and the lace parted to expose her to him.
Casey bit her lower lip as she silently begged for him to touch her.
Instead, Rags braced his weight on his forearms, hovering over her as his gaze slowly swept down her body.
Her skin flushed hot, her nipples tightening under the sudden chill in the room and the sheer heat of his focus.
The raw admiration in his gaze made her heart race faster than any touch could.
“Fuck, woman. You’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice thick and rough.
Then, his eyes locked back onto hers, and he leaned down to taste her.
When his warm mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat, she arched off the mattress, gasping his name.
He nuzzled her jawline before his lips traveled lower, tracing a path of fire down the center of her chest. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers just an instant before his tongue flicked against her hardened nipple.
His gaze snapped up when Casey buried her fingers in his hair. “What did I say about keeping your arms up?”
“I don’t give a damn,” she said, meeting his gaze. “I’m supposed to prove you’re mine, so why the hell are you calling all the shots?”
The hardness around his mouth softened into a laugh. “Case, you were made for me.”
He was still smiling, his guard down for a split second, and Casey seized the opening. She planted her hands flat against his chest and shoved. Using his own momentum against him, she surged upward with an unexpected burst of strength.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Casey rolled him over until he was flat on his back beneath her. Straddling his hips, she held his shoulders down, her fingers digging into his warm skin as she looked down at him. Rags stared up at her with a mixture of surprise and fierce approval.
A dark grin slashed across his face. Instead of fighting her hold, his hands slid up her thighs, anchoring her against him.
“Take it then, Case,” he rasped, his voice dropping low. “It’s all yours.”
“First these have to come off,” she said, tugging at his jeans.
He raised his hips as she lowered them, then kicked them off along with his boxers.
Casey leaned forward, pressing herself against his chest and feeling the steady thrum of his heart against her own.
She crushed her mouth to his as she ground against his hard dick. A guttural moan rose in his throat.
As they kissed, she trailed her fingernails down his neck and across his collarbone. She flicked a nail over one nipple, loving the way he groaned and tightened his grip on her ass.
“Fuck, woman,” he rasped.
She dragged her lips down the long expanse of his ribs. The moment her mouth touched his stomach, he threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her still as his abdomen flexed beneath her lips.
“You’re playing with fire,” he rasped.
Casey looked up and smiled. “Then let it burn.”
She felt the exact second his resolve crumbled. His breath caught, and his hands flew to her waist with a sudden grip, hauling her upward. Any illusion of control he’d been fighting to keep vanished.
“Keep talking, baby,” he murmured. “I’m gonna love showing you how rough I can get.”
Before she could fire back, he captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that turned her smirk into a gasp. Then he flipped her over and placed her on her knees.
“Spread your sexy legs, woman,” he ordered.
With her sex throbbing, she obeyed.
“Fuck yeah. You’ve got a gorgeous pussy, darlin. And you’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Casey glanced over her shoulder. Rags’s smoldering met hers, sending shivers skating across her skin.
“I love that sweet, hot ass of yours,” he rasped.
Casey wiggled her butt. He rubbed each cheek before bending down to kiss them. As he kissed and sucked her globes, his fingers opened her folds, exposing her clit. A deep moan tore from her throat.
“You like that, don’t you,” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes.”
Rags smacked her behind, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Before she could gasp at the delicious sting, his mouth soothed the slight pain, replacing it with a very different kind of fire.
He shoved two fingers inside her while pressing his mouth to her ear. “You like it rough from me, don’t you, baby?”
“Rags. Please,” she whimpered.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want you. I need you so bad. I love feeling you inside me. I’m so close and I need—”
In one fluid move, Rags shifted beneath her, one hand on the small of her back as he pushed her down until her heat hovered to his mouth. His tongue slid between her folds.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured.
“Rags, you’re killing me,” she moaned.
His tongue continued its sweet, relentless torture until she thought she’d lose her mind.
“Please make me come, I’m so close,” she said.
His tongue flicked over her sensitive nub while his fingers slid in and out at a frantic pace. A low guttural groan climbed up her throat as she shattered. Her whole body quaked as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh, Rags.”
Rags moved swift as a cougar, flipping her onto her back and dragging her to the edge of the mattress before thrusting deep into her still-throbbing body.
“You like that, darlin’?” he panted.
“Yeah. Harder.”
Rags pressed his hand against her throbbing sex as he pummeled her, sending her into another release.
“Fuck,” she groaned, clawing at his chest.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, darlin’.”
He pushed deep inside her and lowered himself over her body, holding himself firmly in place. With his face inches from hers, he stared into her eyes. “Love you, Case,” he gritted.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Love you too,” she whispered.
Rags grunted, then straightened up and stepped back.
Before she could push back on the mattress, he scooped her up and laid her in the middle of the bed, then settled down beside her.
He tucked her into the crook of his arm, and she settled deeper against him, her head resting on his chest. The frantic heat of the bedroom slowly ebbed away, leaving a peaceful stillness in its wake.
Rags pulled the blanket over them, and she snuggled closer, her skin pleasantly flushed and warm. The amber glow outside the window had morphed into the deep, dusty purples and smoky blues of twilight.
Casey traced lazy, absentminded circles across his tatted chest as it rose and fell in total relaxation. The scent of his cologne, the tangy, muskiness of their lovemaking, and the fresh scent of pine wafting through the open window soothed and comforted her in its familiarity.
She shifted, resting her chin on his chest, looking up at his handsome face. “So,” she murmured, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “About those steaks.”
Rags let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated right against her cheek. He tightened his grip around her as he pulled her close up enough to plant a gentle, lingering kiss on her mouth. “You’re too cute, sometimes.”
Casey quirked her lips. “So is that a yes? I’m starving.”
“I know I gotta feed you, darlin’,” he said, squeezing her butt. “Are you gonna help out or just watch me do all the work?”
“I’ll pour the drinks and make the baked potatoes and salad,” she replied. “Anyway, don’t I deserve a good steak dinner?”
“You deserve that and much more, Case,” he said, tweaking her nose.
The sincerity in his voice settled deep into her bones. She snuggled closer against his side, listening to the steady, comforting thrum of his heart as the cool twilight air washed over them, content to stay in his arms for just a few minutes more.