Page 5 of One Night Redemption

"I want it ..."

She doesn't get the rest of what she might say out of her lips, because I claim it. I chase that streak of moisture she left behind. We meld together in a heat I haven't felt with anyone but her. Her thighs separate further, sinking into my body. I press my hips up into the cradle of hers. In the back of my throat, I moan deeply as my hands dig into her hair, holding her tightly to me. I claim her, fingers scraping against her scalp as our tongues aggressively fight for dominance. When I can no longer go without breathing, I pull back, panting, trying to control a heartbeat that is decidedly out of control. "Holy fuck, Cass."

"Right?" She swallows roughly, her fingers playing with my sweater. "With us it's always been like this. It's one of the things that scared me with you, but I was willing to give it a try."

It scares me too. This is the reason I disappeared, because I've never felt the type of emotions I feel with her. "I am too." My hands travel down her torso, to the edges of her shirt. I raise my eyebrows before I slip under the material, lifting the shirt off her body.

"I know you like this bra." She smirks as I get an eyeful of her chest.

My eyes swipe over the black and hot pink lace cupping the best pair of tits I've ever seen. My tongue travels over my teeth, and before I can stop myself, I dip a finger down to the top of the scalloped edges barely keeping her flesh from my gaze. It doesn't take much; a little pressure to pull the material down and expose her flawless skin to me. Cupping the weight in my palm, I make sure her nipple is between two fingers, and sit up slightly, so that my mouth connects with the pebbled nub.

"Cam ..." She groans, her head tilting enough so that the edges of her hair play against the hand I have at the small of her back.

A growl is the only thing I can manage to reply with. Her hips are rocking against my length, her nails digging into my forearms. It's so fucking hot in here, as we grind against each other. I haven't come from dry humping since I was a teenager, but if anyone is going to make it happen again, it's going to be her. Her fingers move from my forearms, and up into my hair, holding me tightly to her chest. I pucker my lips and suck, loving the way she drags her nails against my scalp.

With a surge of energy, I lift us both up so that I can sit halfway against the arm of the couch, and put one leg on the floor to give me better leverage. When I do, she situates, so that she's now straddling my thigh. I hoist it up, keeping my foot on the cushion, to give her something firm to grind against.

"God, Cass, take what you fucking need." I run my tongue up her chest to her neck, burying my mouth there, sucking against the flesh.

She's breathing heavily, her mouth hanging open against my cheek as she makes noises in the back of her throat. Her core rubbing against the muscle of my thigh. I want nothing more than to take the rest of our clothes off and bury myself as deep inside her as I can, but I know we might need to ease into that. This right here, is exactly what we did every time we were alone before.

"Cam, I'm ..." She whines against my jawline.

"Yeah?" Her body is tightening against me, and when she comes apart there's no denying it.

Slowly, she drags her mound back and forth along my thigh until she's still and breathing heavily into my chest. I dip my mouth to kiss her forehead. Wondering where we're going to go from here. I don't want to make any assumptions.

Her hazel eyes lift up to mine. "While I wish that we could take this further, I don't know if I'm ready for that."

Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply and tilt my head back, trying to alleviate the case of blue balls that is settling deep in my bones. "Got it, but you're gonna have to give me a few minutes."

"Yeah." She rolls her lips together. "I might have actually had an orgasm, but I'm going to need a few minutes too. You're dangerous, Cameron."

I chuckle before blowing out a breath. "Not nearly as dangerous as you, Cassie. Not by a long shot."

Chapter

Five

Cassie

“You promised me deets.”

I look up to see Lizzie barreling down on me while I stand in the middle of the aisle at the IGA trying to decide between the Fruity Pebbles I want and the Special K I ought to have. No way am I gonna tell her—right here in the middle of the grocery store—that I humped Cam’s leg like my great aunt's chihuahua.

“There are no details, Lizzie. He came over. We watched a movie. He left,” I tell her.

“Umm hmm. Is that why he's been an absolute devil today? Troy says if you look at him sideways, he snaps at you like Cujo!”

I shrug. “I’m not his keeper, his therapist, or his girlfriend. It was one date.” That ended with me having quite possibly the best orgasm of my life with the least amount of work that has ever been put into it.

Lizzie’s perfectly arched and tinted eyebrows go up. “Seems like he’s not the only one in a foul mood today. And there’s only one thing that explains it … blue balls. Well, his blue balls and the female equivalent, whatever the hell you want to call it. Sexual tension. Unresolved sexual tension.”

Behind me, I hear a gasp. I turn around and see one of the church ladies glowering at us. And not just any church lady but a “skirt to her ankle and hair halfway to heaven” kind of church lady who’s glowering at us. I turn back to Lizzie. “Do you think we could shelve this conversation before every last person in Bellehaven is praying for me to repent my sinful ways?”

“They’re just jealous. The last time that old biddy felt sexual tension, or sexual anything for that matter, dinosaurs were still roaming the earth.”

I’m laughing in spite of my embarrassment. That’s Lizzie in a nutshell. Her mouth is as unpredictable as a tornado and mean enough to do that much damage. “Look, we made out like a couple of teenagers, but I’m not ready to take it any further than that. Not till I know he’s not gonna get spooked again.”

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