Page 112 of A Lucky Shot

Cass crawled across her bed with the blue silk still binding her hands, feeling his eyes on her ass. She opened her nightstand drawer and held out the bunny, incongruously cheerful.

“Show me how you use it.”

Her insides tightened around nothing. For all the years she’d used toys, she’d never shared it with anyone before. She lay back on her bed, flicked it on, and held it to the perfect spot. Instantly, the pressure raced through her lower belly, and she arched her head back against her pillow.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Never seen anything more beautiful than you like this.” Josh crawled between her legs, nibbling at her breasts, stroking himself, until he pulled the vibrator away before her orgasm could build.“How’d that feel, baby?”

“Like you’re making me suffer,” she pouted, and he had the nerve to chuckle against her skin.

“Like you made me suffer yesterday.” He plunged into her, hard, and she sucked in a breath as he pulled her legs over his shoulders one at a time. With a sinful smile, he locked her legs against his chest with one arm and pressed the vibrator to the exact spot she’d shown him. Her body jerked, clenching around him, and Josh let out his own strangled curse. “Jesus Christ, I think you were made for me.”

A rush swept through her chest, and she closed her eyes. “Yes.”

He unmoored her. Hard, measured strokes that bottomed out every time he crashed into her. His skin glistened with his exertion, fevered, slick and hot under her hands. The sound of their breaths and their bodies coming together. Time shattered to a halt, and her orgasm wound until she crashed under him.

“You are a goddess,” he said, kissing her ankles, her breasts, her cheeks, as the last of her release swept through her. She gasped as he pulled out, turning her back flush to his chest, and slowly pushed back inside her.

“Josh,” she whispered, struggling to stay upright. “I’m?—”

“Going to take everything I give you,” he finished. “I want you to watch yourself come.”

He positioned them in front of her bedroom’s floor-length mirror, putting her on full display, bound hands wrapped behind his neck. Once upon a time this would have made her shy, conscious of jiggles and stretch marks. But he made her feel worshipped, and she revelled in him seeing all of her.

One hand snaked around her waist, palming a breast and squeezing her nipple, the other hand bringing the vibrator back to her centre. She cried out, almost in agony, but he resumed his work, and she felt the flutters begin again.

“Look at you. So beautiful,” he growled in her ear, until she came one last time, limp and spent. He pushed her face down, burying himself, driving her into the bed until he unravelled over her.

His gasping breaths warmed the nape of her neck, his heartbeat pounding against her back as he let loose a quiet rush of obscenities. Her skin, her hair, her softness. How she smelled spicy and sweet. How he wanted to stay inside her forever.

All too soon, he pushed onto his elbows, withdrawing from her. He ran a hand over her hips, down her thighs and back up, before rolling her onto her back to bury his face in her cleavage.

“Mmphl,” he said, and Cass giggled.

“I’d agree, but I have no idea what you said.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anything else ever again.” He tugged at the scarf, freeing her hands, and the silk fluttered to her bed. His kissed where the scarf had bound her. “Told you I would unwrap you like a present.”

She fingered the beautiful silk. “So, that’s why you bought this?”

“No, but you inspired me.”

She let her fingers sweep over the sharp blade of his cheekbones, the angle of his jaw, the sweet dimples, and squirmed with pleasure. His fierce attack tamed; the edges worn down. It felt like he was about to purr.

He consumed all her senses, too. Golden. Warm. Citrusy. Salty. Firm. Urgent. She wanted to be consumed by him. Then the dark, sated expression on his face faded, and he leaned in until his lips met hers.

It wasn’t their first kiss, his mouth whispering over hers, their tongues tasting each other. But this was different. Softer. Slower. The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. His teeth tugged at her lower lip, loosening a sigh that he covered with his mouth. Her hands followed the hard muscles coiled on his back, feeling the shiver of his skin match the frenetic butterflies in her chest.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but no other kiss had divided her life into Before and After.

He drew back far enough to focus his gaze on her widened eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Be right back, beautiful.”

He disappeared from her room before she was fully aware of what was happening. Cass blinked as she heard the water running in the bathroom, and moments later he returned, his sweatpants back on and a warm cloth in his hand.

“Want to finish the movie?” he asked, pulling on his tee shirt, grinning as his head popped out the neck hole. “I could eat more. I’m starving.”

What just happened? She thought … there had been something. A moment.

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