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left to give, did she raise her head.
Her smile was beatific.
The droplet of his cum on her lower lip didn’t hurt.
He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and held her still. Bent and kissed her, taking her mouth with savage gratitude, tasting himself on her tongue, drawing it in, soothing her, worshiping her, ravaging her, as she had ravaged him.
His only regret?
He probably wouldn’t recover for hours.
And he wanted her.
He wanted to be in her.
He wanted it desperately.
Chapter Eight
He was wrong.
He recovered in fifteen minutes.
Which, all things considered, was excellent.
It was a surprise to feel his passion rise again so quickly, but then again, maybe not. There was something about holding her there on the sofa, holding her and stroking her and having her nuzzle his neck, his chin, his lips.
She smelled wonderful. Felt so right in his arms. A bundle of soft, sweet woman molded to his side. The little sounds she made deep in her throat as she tasted his skin lit a fire within him.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Yes,” she said. “Let’s.”
Thank God he’d taken the time to tidy up. He’d even made the bed, which he rarely did. But he was glad he had. Dylan never spent much time or energy trying to impress people, but for some reason, he wanted to impress Cassie.
She could discover the truth— he really wasn’t a tidy person in the slightest—later. After.
When they stepped into his bedroom, she stiffened. Only a bit, but he felt it. And he knew. He knew it was her nerves. So he pulled her close and walked backwards toward the bed, distracting her with his kiss. He could still taste his essence on her lips, which excited him.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
He ignored her snort and made his way along her delicate jaw to nibble her earlobe. She hissed in a breath. So he did it again.
Yeah. He was hard again, already, but this would be a slow, sweet fuck. He would make her howl and beg and thrash before he took her. Before he buried himself in her.
He eased her onto the bed and kissed his way down her neck and over her collarbone.
He loved a beautifully shaped collarbone. Hers was fine and exquisitely arched. He lapped at the little hollows, sucking and nipping as he nimbly unbuttoned her blouse. It spoke to her elegance and style, that blouse, but damn, it had a lot of buttons.
When he finished the interminable row, he spread the lapels and gazed down at Cassie, well, at her breasts, encased in a lacy bra. His breath hitched. His pulse throbbed. Reverently he cupped her. Thumbed the two rigid peaks.
She wriggled restlessly.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” A breath. A sigh.
He dipped his head and took one tip in his mouth, enrobing her in his heat. Sucking gently with rhythmic tugs. God, he wanted to do that skin to skin. He wanted to taste her.
But he was determined to take his time. To ratchet up her pleasure. So he didn’t rip off her bra as he wanted to do. Instead, he nuzzled the other nipple and slowly eased his hand down to the snap of her jeans.
“Dylan, Jesus.” She growled and pulled away. His gut clenched. But only for a second, because she pulled away to rip off her jeans and toss them onto the floor. Where they belonged.
The bra followed.
His breath hitched at the beauty she revealed.
Perfect, creamy mounds crested by tantalizing brown nipples.
He was drawn to them like a bee to nectar.
He lapped, curling his tongue around one turgid peak, and then the other. Sipping, sucking, feasting until she fisted her fingers in his hair and arched into him and whimpered.
Only then, did he continue his exploration.
And ah, was there a bounty to explore!
The skin on her abdomen was velvety smooth. His caress roved, impatiently, loving the little goose bumps rising at his touch. Over her ribs, down a gentle slope to her flat belly, over to
Her smile was beatific.
The droplet of his cum on her lower lip didn’t hurt.
He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and held her still. Bent and kissed her, taking her mouth with savage gratitude, tasting himself on her tongue, drawing it in, soothing her, worshiping her, ravaging her, as she had ravaged him.
His only regret?
He probably wouldn’t recover for hours.
And he wanted her.
He wanted to be in her.
He wanted it desperately.
Chapter Eight
He was wrong.
He recovered in fifteen minutes.
Which, all things considered, was excellent.
It was a surprise to feel his passion rise again so quickly, but then again, maybe not. There was something about holding her there on the sofa, holding her and stroking her and having her nuzzle his neck, his chin, his lips.
She smelled wonderful. Felt so right in his arms. A bundle of soft, sweet woman molded to his side. The little sounds she made deep in her throat as she tasted his skin lit a fire within him.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Yes,” she said. “Let’s.”
Thank God he’d taken the time to tidy up. He’d even made the bed, which he rarely did. But he was glad he had. Dylan never spent much time or energy trying to impress people, but for some reason, he wanted to impress Cassie.
She could discover the truth— he really wasn’t a tidy person in the slightest—later. After.
When they stepped into his bedroom, she stiffened. Only a bit, but he felt it. And he knew. He knew it was her nerves. So he pulled her close and walked backwards toward the bed, distracting her with his kiss. He could still taste his essence on her lips, which excited him.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
He ignored her snort and made his way along her delicate jaw to nibble her earlobe. She hissed in a breath. So he did it again.
Yeah. He was hard again, already, but this would be a slow, sweet fuck. He would make her howl and beg and thrash before he took her. Before he buried himself in her.
He eased her onto the bed and kissed his way down her neck and over her collarbone.
He loved a beautifully shaped collarbone. Hers was fine and exquisitely arched. He lapped at the little hollows, sucking and nipping as he nimbly unbuttoned her blouse. It spoke to her elegance and style, that blouse, but damn, it had a lot of buttons.
When he finished the interminable row, he spread the lapels and gazed down at Cassie, well, at her breasts, encased in a lacy bra. His breath hitched. His pulse throbbed. Reverently he cupped her. Thumbed the two rigid peaks.
She wriggled restlessly.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” A breath. A sigh.
He dipped his head and took one tip in his mouth, enrobing her in his heat. Sucking gently with rhythmic tugs. God, he wanted to do that skin to skin. He wanted to taste her.
But he was determined to take his time. To ratchet up her pleasure. So he didn’t rip off her bra as he wanted to do. Instead, he nuzzled the other nipple and slowly eased his hand down to the snap of her jeans.
“Dylan, Jesus.” She growled and pulled away. His gut clenched. But only for a second, because she pulled away to rip off her jeans and toss them onto the floor. Where they belonged.
The bra followed.
His breath hitched at the beauty she revealed.
Perfect, creamy mounds crested by tantalizing brown nipples.
He was drawn to them like a bee to nectar.
He lapped, curling his tongue around one turgid peak, and then the other. Sipping, sucking, feasting until she fisted her fingers in his hair and arched into him and whimpered.
Only then, did he continue his exploration.
And ah, was there a bounty to explore!
The skin on her abdomen was velvety smooth. His caress roved, impatiently, loving the little goose bumps rising at his touch. Over her ribs, down a gentle slope to her flat belly, over to
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