Page 104 of Dust Storm

Cassandra was four inches away from finally sitting beside me of her own free will.

Four fucking inches, and she had to go and ask about what I do with my nights alone.

I didn’t give a shit about what I used to do, or who I did it with.

“So, what were you planning to do tonight?” she pressed.

I squeezed her biceps and she practically liquefied. I brushed her hair away and kissed the side of her neck. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be tired of me yet.”

“Hopes and wishes do not a plan make,” she mumbled as she tipped her head back onto my shoulder.

I cupped her jaw. “I was hoping and wishing that you’d stay with me tonight.”

Cassandra relaxed into me as I kissed up and down her jaw. “Then tell me what the plan is.”

Nothere’s my plan.

Notlet’s make a plan.

Tell me.

“I thought you liked being in charge,” I mumbled against her warm skin.

She craned her neck, giving me a little more room to pepper her throat with kisses. “I suppose it wasn’t completely abysmal last time.”

I shifted, pulling her down with me as I stretched out on the couch. She was stiff, but quickly settled on top of me.

“I’m gonna wear you down, princess.”

Cassandra unbuttoned the top of my flannel and traced abstract shapes in my chest hair. “Or we could just enjoy the moment and not think about what happens later.”

I dismissed the absurdity with a kiss. I wasn’t going to waste time arguing with her. Not now.

She tasted like coffee and cinnamon.

I thought Cassandra was wrapping her arms around my neck, then I felt her hands in my hair, pulling the elastic out.

“What do you want?” I murmured against her lips.

Heavy eyes lifted to mine as she ran her hands through my hair. “Princes are overrated. I always liked the beast better.”

I growled into her neck, making her laugh as I flipped us, pinning her down to the couch.

Her blouse was silken and smooth, spilling over her breasts like liquid satin. I devoured her, kissing my way down her throat, across her chest, and over her cleavage. I stole a moment, burying my face between her breasts and savoring the warm notes of her perfume.

Her soft hum of satisfaction turned to shameless moans and desperate gasps as I pulled her neckline down and bared her breasts.

“Look at you.” I scraped my teeth across her nipple. “Goddamn, you take my breath away.”

Cassandra’s fingers tightened in my hair, sending shockwaves of shivers down my spine. I groaned, pressing myhard-on into her as I pulled her nipple between my teeth. She whined, thrashing beneath me, but I kept her trapped under my weight. I cupped her breasts and pushed them together, taking time to lavish each one with kisses. Her thighs clenched in a futile attempt to ease the ache.

But we were just getting started.

“We doing this again?” I asked into her tits before taking one into my mouth.

“Pretty sure the ‘yes’ was implied when I let you put your hands on me,” she sassed.

“It’s never implied. Yes or no.”

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