Page 100 of Just Between Us

“Okay, you win.” She lets out a shaky breath and bats away tears with the back of her hand. “Deadpoolreally is a romance.”

“Told ya. Everything he went through was for Vanessa. That the kind of love people dream of finding.”

Cassie’s still wiping her cheeks and for a second neither of us speaks. Her eyes, warm like honey, look back at me with an openness, inviting me to take what I want. And because I’m so goddamn tired of keeping my restraint on a short leash, I allow my hand to go to the back of her head and tangle in her hair. Cassie sucks in a quick breath, her lips parting.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look when you’re crying?” I lean in and press my lips to one cheek, then the other, tasting salt. She lets out a wet laugh that vibrates against my mouth. “Or how pretty you are when you laugh.”

My lips trace a slow path to her jaw where I let my teeth scrape lightly against the tender skin there. She tilts her head offering me more, more of this, a quiet little sound escaping her lips that makes my blood run hot. Every part of Cassie entices me, a temptation I’m no longer interested in resisting. I pull her closer until my forehead rests against hers and graze the tip of her nose with mine. Our breaths grow shallow through parted lips.

How did I ever think I’d be able to resist her? We’ve been inevitable since day one. I see that now. My heart, shriveled and broken for so long, blooms at the thought.

“You’re also pretty when you’ve been kissed.” My thumb traces her bottom lip and her breath hitches. “Lips swollen, cheeks all pink.”

In the next heartbeat, my mouth slants over hers. The sound she makes, such a soft little whimper, breaks through the last shred of restraint. Her hands fist my shirt, pulling me closer, and her lips part, inviting me to take what I’ve been craving for weeks. No, months. Her hands wrap around my neck, fingernails scraping lightly in the hair at my nape and fuck me this is heaven. This is what people write songs about.

When Cassie kisses she holds nothing back. She dives intothe kiss like she’s jumping off Whippoorwill Bluff, with a surrender that drives me crazy for her.

I break the kiss to catch my breath, and she chases me with a small tilt of her chin that I love. I love that kissing me is something she wants to keep doing. That she reaches for me when I pull away.

My dick is throbbing, begging for release, but tonight is all about Cassie. Now that I’ve accepted that this is real and it’s happening, no way in hell would I be selfish with my own pleasure.

Slowly, I guide her until she’s on her back, head resting against a throw pillow, and shift so I’m braced on an elbow over her. The sight of her beneath me, dark hair fanned out around her, lips swollen and parted from my kiss, is something I need to burn into my memory. The TV is still casting soft light across the room, and she has never, in all the times I’ve catalogued her face, looked like this.

Dipping my head, I capture her mouth again with mine, slower this time, savoring the way her lips move with mine. My thumb finds her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and she arches into me, closing the distance between us until there’s no space left at all. A jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine when she circles her hips against my extremely hard cock, the friction so good my vision goes dark around the edges for a second. But then we both go still.

A beat of silence passes. Then Cassie, God help me, tips her chin up and says without cracking a smile, “Is this theor somethingyou had in mind?”

My eyes bounce between hers as Cassie takes my hand, guiding me to gently slide down her leggings and underwear until they’re bunched around her ankles. I shift so she can kick out of them, and as soon as her legs are free, I sit up to admire her, so pretty, slicked in wetness all for me. The sight alone has my cock all eager and ready, and I have to take a few deep breaths to gain control.

She reaches for the hem of her shirt, but I stop her, my hand circling her wrist. “Leave it on.”

A little divot appears between Cassie’s brows.

“Angel, if I see your perfect breasts tonight there’s no stopping me. And tonight is about you.”

“What if I want it to be about you, too?” Her voice is lower, huskier, doing dangerous things to my resolve.

“No, baby.” I lean down, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. “Please let me take care of you tonight.”

Then my mouth is back on hers while my fingers trace a deliberate path up her inner thigh to find the slickness of her center. She gasps into my mouth when I curl a finger inside her, pushing in and out as Cassie circles her clit on the heel of my palm. Adding a second finger, I lift my head to watch because the first time she cries out my name in pleasure needs to be stamped onto my mind for fucking ever.

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.”