upstairs, Cassandra was silent and Lucian figured she’d gone to sleep. He considered going to check, but decided against it.
God, how he’d wanted her. Still did. His hands burned with the need to touch more of her soft skin; his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her warmth.
That she was only a flight of stairs away was a temptation, one nearly impossible to resist, but he wouldn’t give in to it. There would be time later, but for now, he’d stay where he was, Cassandra’s scent on his fingers, his body tingling where he’d touched her, and get some sleep.
••••
He was still there.
It was dark, but the moon and streetlights illuminated Cassandra’s driveway enough that the vehicle occupying it could be clearly identified as one other than hers. When that vehicle had stopped in front of Cassandra’s house and she’d gotten out of it, there hadn’t been much cause for concern.
Cassandra’s tire had been flat, and there hadn’t been time to change it, so maybe that man was simply doing her a favor. A reasonable enough explanation, but one that got harder and harder to believe as the hours slipped by.
When the sun broke through the night sky, the truth was undeniable.
He’d stayed the entire night.
Done who knew what to and with Cassandra.
Cassandra should have been past this. It had been more than four years since a man had spent an entire evening at her house, and there’d been hope she had finally seen that there was no one else for her.
Crushing disappointment filled the car but was quickly beaten back by the hope that always lived.
Cassandra didn’t understand. But she would.
8
W hen Cassandra descended the stairs the next morning, she was perfectly put together, her jacket and skirt discreet and sexy, her thick dark hair swept up into a high ponytail. And there was certainly nothing about her that suggested what had happened in the middle of her living room the night before.
At least until she met his eyes and gave him a slow smile that managed to be sexy and shy at the same time. Lucian was ready for a repeat, but instead he picked up the glass he’d set on the coffee table and extended it toward her.
“I made breakfast,” he said.
She laughed. “Orange juice. A specialty of yours?” she asked, and then she grabbed the glass and took a sip.
“My only,” he replied.
Her eyes flashed and she set the glass down and put her hands on his chest. “I know for a fact that’s not true,” she said, her lips turned up into a small smile, one that deepened as she moved closer to him and pressed her lips against his.
The first brush of her lips against his was like a spark on gasoline, and he was soon consumed by the flames. He teased her lips with his, coaxing her to open, and when she did, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and traced the warm cavern as he let his hands explore her body, the barrier of her clothing keeping him from touching her skin but only slightly decreasing his pleasure.
She broke away on a harsh breath, her fingers gripping his T-shirt tight. Lucian anchored his hands on her waist and pulled her lower body toward him so that the hard ridge of his erection was nestled against her soft stomach.
Cassandra sighed and then melted against him, her breasts grazing his chest.
“Good morning,” he said, whispering against her ear.
“Could be better,” she said.
He laughed. “Probably. I got your tire changed and had the car brought over,” he said.
She stretched up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered.
Her eyes were bright as she stared up at him and blinked. “Did you get condoms?” she asked, hopeful.
Lucian was rarely struck speechless but Cassandra’s question pulled off the feat.
“No. An oversight I’m regretting,” he said when he finally recovered the ability to speak.
“Not as much as me,” she replied.
He laughed. “I doubt that, but it’s probably
God, how he’d wanted her. Still did. His hands burned with the need to touch more of her soft skin; his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her warmth.
That she was only a flight of stairs away was a temptation, one nearly impossible to resist, but he wouldn’t give in to it. There would be time later, but for now, he’d stay where he was, Cassandra’s scent on his fingers, his body tingling where he’d touched her, and get some sleep.
••••
He was still there.
It was dark, but the moon and streetlights illuminated Cassandra’s driveway enough that the vehicle occupying it could be clearly identified as one other than hers. When that vehicle had stopped in front of Cassandra’s house and she’d gotten out of it, there hadn’t been much cause for concern.
Cassandra’s tire had been flat, and there hadn’t been time to change it, so maybe that man was simply doing her a favor. A reasonable enough explanation, but one that got harder and harder to believe as the hours slipped by.
When the sun broke through the night sky, the truth was undeniable.
He’d stayed the entire night.
Done who knew what to and with Cassandra.
Cassandra should have been past this. It had been more than four years since a man had spent an entire evening at her house, and there’d been hope she had finally seen that there was no one else for her.
Crushing disappointment filled the car but was quickly beaten back by the hope that always lived.
Cassandra didn’t understand. But she would.
8
W hen Cassandra descended the stairs the next morning, she was perfectly put together, her jacket and skirt discreet and sexy, her thick dark hair swept up into a high ponytail. And there was certainly nothing about her that suggested what had happened in the middle of her living room the night before.
At least until she met his eyes and gave him a slow smile that managed to be sexy and shy at the same time. Lucian was ready for a repeat, but instead he picked up the glass he’d set on the coffee table and extended it toward her.
“I made breakfast,” he said.
She laughed. “Orange juice. A specialty of yours?” she asked, and then she grabbed the glass and took a sip.
“My only,” he replied.
Her eyes flashed and she set the glass down and put her hands on his chest. “I know for a fact that’s not true,” she said, her lips turned up into a small smile, one that deepened as she moved closer to him and pressed her lips against his.
The first brush of her lips against his was like a spark on gasoline, and he was soon consumed by the flames. He teased her lips with his, coaxing her to open, and when she did, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and traced the warm cavern as he let his hands explore her body, the barrier of her clothing keeping him from touching her skin but only slightly decreasing his pleasure.
She broke away on a harsh breath, her fingers gripping his T-shirt tight. Lucian anchored his hands on her waist and pulled her lower body toward him so that the hard ridge of his erection was nestled against her soft stomach.
Cassandra sighed and then melted against him, her breasts grazing his chest.
“Good morning,” he said, whispering against her ear.
“Could be better,” she said.
He laughed. “Probably. I got your tire changed and had the car brought over,” he said.
She stretched up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered.
Her eyes were bright as she stared up at him and blinked. “Did you get condoms?” she asked, hopeful.
Lucian was rarely struck speechless but Cassandra’s question pulled off the feat.
“No. An oversight I’m regretting,” he said when he finally recovered the ability to speak.
“Not as much as me,” she replied.
He laughed. “I doubt that, but it’s probably
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