Page 57 of Innocent Intent

Cassidy stood seconds after and cautiously moved to him. “Or, you could stay for a while. That is, if—”

Before she could finish the sentence, his arm hooked around her waist. She collided with his body, and his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was perfect. Nothing was gentle about the way he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring. Cassidy’s mind was reeling with so many different reasons why this was a bad idea, but she couldn’t settle on one bad enough to make her stop what was happening.

Stepping back, Cassidy removed her jeans by forcing them slowly over her hips and down her legs. Davis’s eyes warmed her skin, so she settled into the assumption that the visual she had provided worked in her favor. A cocky smile surfaced on his face as he unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to hang loosely while he worked on the buttons of his shirt, revealing rippled abs. There was the faintest line of hair that disappeared into his pants and briefs. Cassidy’s breath grew slightly labored from anticipating what was to come.

Are we really doing this?

Before Cassidy was allowed to second-guess, Davis responded, allowing his lips to crash into hers once again. One hand moved to her hip while the other slid under her sweater until the pad of his thumb roughly moved over her nipple. It tightened from the warmth and pressure of his contact.

“Fuck,” he murmured, allowing his mouth to travel to her jaw and neck. “You sure about this?”

“Very.”

So very sure.

“Good.”

Cassidy’s sweater was ripped up and over her head, then tossed to the floor. She pushed the thin fabric of his shirt from his shoulders as he walked her toward the bed.

“You’re beautiful.”

She blushed when Davis took in every inch of her exposed skin, and another rush of warmth blazed through Cassidy’s veins. As she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers found his zipper, which she dragged down slowly, admiring the thick impression of his dick beneath the cotton fabric of his briefs. Her eyes lifted briefly before her hands went forward, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and leaned in to place a kiss just below her palm.

“Starting with me in your mouth might not work in our favor.”

Davis slipped a hand into his pocket and revealed a condom, which he tossed on the bed.

“Should I be concerned that you have that?”

He smiled smugly as Cassidy leaned back on her elbow. “I had them with me here but not on me. It’s why I asked you to give me a minute.”

“So, you had expectations?” She arched a brow.

“No, but I’m a man spending time with a very beautiful woman I’m attracted to. I also have it on good authority that she is attracted to me. I was hopeful and learned never to leave anything to chance.”

Davis kneeled between her thighs, dragging his hands from Cassidy’s ankles up her legs before pressing his palms firmly against the inside of her thighs. They spread at his silent command.

“Now would be the time to object if you disagree with anything I just confessed, Cass.”

He didn’t give her a chance to argue and, instead, leaned in and placed a kiss just below her navel. His mouth continued to move down her body, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin until his tongue swiped the entire length of her pussy.

Cassidy exhaled a shaky breath. “You can’t expect me to object to any of this after that.”

Her statement drew a wide grin out of Davis before his face was out of sight again. “No, I can’t, which was my intention. Not playing fair gets us both what we want tonight.”

He added a little more pressure, further spreading her thighs. The tip of his tongue made slow, torturous circles while he introduced one finger and then two. They dragged in and out of Cassidy, causing her body to clench and release, climbing slowly toward her peak. While Davis’s mouth pulled pleasure from her body, he watched with a trained focus, examining her reaction. She felt his eyes on her even during the brief moments when hers were closed. Each time Cassidy braved a glance at his position between her thighs, his intense eyes were waiting, heightening her experience.

One last very intentional swipe of his tongue, slowly dragging from bottom to top, set Cassidy’s climax in orbit. The sensual drag back and forth of his fingers, which were eventually replaced by his tongue, prolonged the downward spiral that had Cassidy feeling as if she were completely falling apart. By the time her body relaxed, Davis was between her legs again. When his thighs brushed hers, she realized his pants were no longer there.

The slow pull of desire quickly shifted to frantic need as the hard muscles of his body settled against her softness. The minute his dick nudged forward, Cassidy swung her head left, sighing in relief when she noticed the ripped condom wrapper near her head.

Oh, thank God. I don’t think I have the restraint to stop this moment.

Cassidy spread her thighs wider the more he pressed forward. There was no guilt, remorse, or contemplation. Only an instant desire for more, and Davis delivered. He shielded her from his weight with one hand, and the other grabbed her jaw, holding her steady while his mouth consumed hers.

“I . . . oh . . .”

He was buried deep after one meaningful thrust. Her body tensed, and her pussy embraced him. The deep, throaty moan that barely escaped his mouth had Cassidy tilting her hips, wanting him deeper. Davis lifted onto his arms, hovering slightly above her, and adjusted his position, driving in harder.

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