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"You wanted me to cancel my date?"
Sabina looks back at me and her head tilts down ever so slightly so that she's gazing up at me through her lashes. "Is that an awful thing to say?"
"Not at all. If anything, I'd say it's pretty ironic."
Her brows pinch faintly. "Why?"
"Because the reason I came back that night was because my date ended up canceled and I took that as a sign to work up the courage and ask out who I really wanted to ask out."
She stares at me and her lips part ever so slightly, then the first semblance of a smile curls at one corner of her mouth. "Really?"
"Yup." I nod slowly. "The only reason I took that date in the first place was 'cause I enjoyed your company and your food so much that I didn't want to ruin anything, so I was trying to find a way around how I felt and—”
Sabina's lips suddenly press against mine in a soft, yet firm kiss that completely derails my story. There's hesitation behind her movements when she places one hand against my chest, but there's need too. Everything suddenly heats up around me, from the air to the space in my chest where my heart frantically beats.
I don't care if this is the right time or place for a kiss.
If this is what she wants, some semblance of normality for us to build trust, then I will give it to her because I want it too. Far too many nights I've watched her work and wondered what it would be like to walk up behind her and hold her, or to kiss the icing sugar from her lips while tucking her hair behind her ear.
So I kiss her back. Slowly at first because her lip is so tender and a small, wary part of me is expecting this to be some kind of trick or test that she's giving me to work out whether she's safe. When she leans in harder and her fingers curl against my chest, I slide my hand from her chin to caress her jaw, then up to her ear and I cradle her head.
She doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in more and the warmth of her weight against me sends a deep pull of satisfaction through my chest. I shift my lips gently against hers, weaving them together and kissing her upper lip, then her lower lip and lingering there until the need for air forces us apart. We share a soft gasp and reconnect almost immediately with a kiss that's much hotter and needier than the one before.
With no warning, Sabina slides her hand up to the side of my neck and curls her fingers around the back. She uses that grip to draw me in harder into the kiss while shifting against me and something unlocks deep within my soul.
I've started and I can't stop. I've hungered to kiss her for years. Now she's right here and I can't pull myself away. The tart taste of the gel I swiped across her lip gets lost in the kiss as we weave our mouths together in a messy pattern that grows in desperation. She moves against me and grips my shoulder with her other hand, then she pulls herself into my lap so both my hands dart down to her waist to help her stay there.
All thought of talking about anything vanishes temporarily from my mind and I can only focus on the sweetness of her lips, the teasing darts of her tongue, the softness of her breasts pressing against my chest, and the tantalizing warmth of her body resting in my lap.
"Cassian," Sabina moans softly, and her hips suddenly roll down on mine with the same heat as what caresses my name as it falls from her lips. It's like she's praying to me and I'm right here to answer.
I wind one arm around her waist and hold her close, then I shift onto one knee as the cot creaks and groans from our movement. Sabina squeaks against my lips and slides one hand over my head while the other remains latched onto my neck to keep herself attached to me. We end up on the cot, tangled together in such a small space with Sabina on her back and me half leaning over her while we trade kiss after kiss with no signs of slowing down.
It's fast and hot. Each kiss grows more frantic, and I stroke from her shoulders down to her waist where her T-shirt rides up slightly. A sliver of skin catches on the edge of my thumb. It's just a kiss of warmth but before I can stop myself, my hand is underneath her shirt. Beautiful, warm skin teases my fingers and Sabina rolls her body.
I stroke across her stomach and down past her navel to the waistband of the soft joggers she's wearing. Just one touch and she's moaning softly into my mouth while thrusting her hips upward.
I can't resist.
My fingers dip beneath her waistband but only for an inch, seeking permission to go as far as the heated lust in my veins craves. She answers me by grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand into the heat trapped between her body and her clothes. It's all the permission I need. The waistband catches briefly on my wrist and I deepen the kiss, teasing my tongue across the seam of her lips while pushing deep into her panties and finally thrusting my hand between her legs.
Sabina moans against me and closes her thighs around my wrist.
As her lips part with that beautiful noise, I lightly lick my way into her mouth and slide my tongue against hers while sliding three fingers through the hot folds of her pussy and feeling an aching dampness that sends desire pooling straight to my gut.
Her entire body rolls into mine and I trace every detail of her mouth, letting our tongues dance slowly together. This close, I catch hints of her frantic heartbeat each time her chest presses against my own. I part my three fingers and slide my middle finger over her clit. Sabina jerks against me and whimpers. Both her hands slide around my head now and she cradles me as close as she can while I stroke my fingers through her folds. Each finger teases her clit in turn, then my fingertips skim over her entrance with slow circles.
"Oh, my God," Sabina gasps against my lips when we part for much-needed air. "Are you always such a tease?"
"Not always." I smile down at her. Our lips clash softly once more, just as I slide my middle finger and ring finger a teasing inch inside her, and the delightful roll of her body from pleasure has pride swelling deep in my chest.
Just one touch and I'm addicted.
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SABINA
"Oh, my God…"
