Page 80 of Hot Summer

Cas fingered the elastic on Ada’s underwear. They were thin, barely there, but they were going to taunt Cas in her dreams.

Ada groaned, tipping her hips toward Cas’s hand. Cas chuckled softly into her neck.

“Shhh.” She trailed her fingers lower. “They’re going to hear us.”

The retreat was close enough to the garden that if anyone was still out there, and it was likely since they probably hadn’t been corralled into bed yet, it was more than possible that they could be heard. Reece and Freddie, in particular, loved a late-night workout and could very well be at the gym right now.

“I’m not a quiet person,” Ada admitted.

Cas pulled Ada’s underwear to the side, still close but not quite touching. Ada was practically panting underneath her.

“As soon as we get out of here,” Cas whispered, her lips brushing up against Ada’s ear, “I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

As she said it, Cas swiped her fingers through Ada’s folds, biting back a moan at the feeling. She was dripping, gloriously wet, and Cas couldn’t wait to get her mouth on her.

She whispered all of this into Ada’s ear as her fingers found Ada’s clit. Cas pressed her lips to Ada’s pulse as she swirled her fingers once, twice, in an experimental circle.

“Cas.” The sound of Ada moaning her name was beyond all Cas’s wildest dreams. “Cas, I—”

Cas traced her tongue along the length of Ada’s throat and swirled her fingers again, groaning as Ada’s hands tightened on her.

“Fuck, Ada.” Cas kissed her pulse point, the shell of her ear. “You’re so wet.”

“You’re killing me,” Ada said. She shifted her legs, pressed up into the space between them to grind against Cas’s hand. “I need—”

Cas moved her fingers in a series of swift circles, and Ada bit back another moan as she pulled Cas’s mouth to hers. Her kiss was hot, desperate, full of all the things she couldn’t say, and it was making Cas feel lightheaded.

Cas caught Ada’s lower lip in between her teeth and Ada groaned again.

“I need your mouth on me.”

She didn’t need to ask twice.

Cas pressed a swift kiss to Ada’s lips before sliding down her body, dropping kisses along her throat, her collarbone, as she slid her hands up underneath Ada’s shirt. Ada reached to tug her shirt up, the action restless, frustrated.

Cas exhaled hard. Hoping. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

Cas had no sooner asked the question than Ada sat up just enough to fully tear her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were round, full, her blush-pink nipples hard, already, in the chill of the air conditioner. Cas wanted to trace them with her tongue, her teeth.

The dim light cast shadows across the dips and curves of Ada’s body, her movement casting more as she writhed. This was all going to Cas’s head. She drew her fingertips along the line of freckles on Ada’s breastbone, reveled in the way Ada lifted up to prolong the contact.

“Mm-hmm.”

Cas hid her smile against Ada’s skin, kissing a line down the center of her chest, across her left breast, pausing just long enough to let her breath fan across Ada’s nipple before switching to the right.

Ada groaned softly, still frustrated, and Cas let Ada see her smile this time.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Ada said. She was clearly trying for an angry voice but was nowhere near managing it.

“On the contrary,” Cas said, leaning forward and, very softly, tracing a circle around Ada’s right nipple with her tongue. Ada arched up into her, her breath catching, and Cas’s smile was so unbearably smug. “I think I’m very funny.”

Truth be told, she wasn’t all that interested in being funny at the minute. She was too busy paying attention to Ada’s soft exhales, the twist of her fingers in the sheets, the sounds she made as Cas kissed and sucked and scraped her teeth against her nipples. Each new sound was a discovery, one Cas was going to store in her memory for the rest of time.

Cas hooked her hands in the sides of Ada’s shorts and, making every possible attempt to steady her breathing, looked up and caught Ada’s eyes.

“Okay?”

Ada nodded, and without another moment’s hesitation, Cas pulled her shorts off.

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