Page 21 of Catching Mr. Right

“It wasn’t Sam.” I shake my head. I should lie and tell him it was. He’ll step back. He’ll move away. I won’t be touching him and waiting, expecting, hoping he’s going to kiss me again. The words come out garbled. “It was you. I was thinking about you. Your ass. What it’d be like to bite it. Whether you’re still thinking about our kiss. I’m a virgin.”

Oh shit. I go to slam my hand over my mouth, but he’s far too quick. Scooping my hand out of thin air, he squeezes it, holds it in his. There’s something else in his gaze now, an intensity that makes my breath freeze in my chest and my mouth go dry. A burn as hot as the spot between my legs, and it’s growing warmer with every second he’s staring at me. “I think my kitty is on fire.”

“Stop,” he growls. His fingers dig into my shoulder, pull me right up against him. “God, Mandy, you need to shut the fuck up.”

I don’t. I can’t. His whole body is touching mine. His hardness is pressed to my belly, and it’s massive. It has to be, it seems to go on forever. I blink and my pulse stutters. “How many inches are you packing anyway? Ten? Eleven? Twelve?”

“Fuck,” he says. One word. His favorite. It punches the air into silent submission, hovers between us, deciding whether to be a statement or an action, then falls just as fast as his lips do over mine. Demanding, rough.

He tastes sharp and sweet like mint as he swipes his tongue over mine, explores my mouth. Stubble scrapes at my cheeks, teeth bite at my lip. Chiselled biceps and strong forearms hold me to him. I’m breathless, moaning, and completely on fire as he shoves his knee between my thighs. Yes, I rock on it. I freaking rock like his leg was made to be a sex toy, while his hands cup my ass, squeezing and dragging me against him until I’m whimpering. So close. Good lord, is this really happening? Is this, oh shit!

“Cas… please, Cas,” I plead. For what? What’s he going to do? Other than what he’s already doing, driving me relentlessly to an end of this mix of pleasure and aching need that is nothing, I repeat nothing, like having sex with my vibrator has ever been.

Cas buries his face in my shoulder, his lips on my collarbone, and he croaks like he’s in agony. Like this is torture, like I’m hurting him physically with every shift of our bodies against one another. “That’s it, girl.”

I fall. So hard, so far, so fast. My legs go numb, my knees weak. Cas holds me. It’s painful, the way he’s so tender. His hands are gentle as they release their grip on my flesh, but don’t leave my skin. Slowly he moves back, inch by inch. I extricate myself too. Try to put my insides back together.

I can’t let him see how he shakes me up and spins me around. How caring about him could damage my plans. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen between Cas and I. This is crazy, and not helpful. Our agreement was to make Sam jealous. He’s the one I’m supposed to end up with. The right one, or he will be when he lets his defenses down. He’s the one who will give me exactly what I need. It’s there in his eyes every time I stare into them, no matter what comes out of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Cas clears his throat. He’s staring down at me, questioning. His brow is still marred with worry, his eyes haunted.

“Yes.” Am I? Of course I am. This is nothing. A set back in the road to true love… with Sam. Not Cas. I’m just a bit twisted up with his hot and cold attitude. It confuses me, but it’s not like I like the guy.

“You can’t, we can’t let this happen again.” He turns his back on me. Goes back to the ovens on the other side of the kitchen. Where it’s safe. Away from me. Which is good, right? It’s exactly what I need too.

What just happened can’t occur again. It shouldn’t have transpired at all, but I can’t help myself. “Why not?”

“Because you want Sam,” he says, straight to the point, matter of fact, indifferently, despite the heat still flooding my veins from his touch.

“Oh.” Of course, that’s why. Maybe I am the only one who feels this intense attraction that kicks up between us when he drops his surliness.“Absolutely.”

“And because you’re the last woman I would ever want to be involved with. You already drive me fucking nuts.”

Ouch, that hurts, even if I do agree with him. Casper Morgan would never do for my dream man. There is one hell of a chip on his shoulder, and he’s bossy, grumpy, and mean. I’m glad he doesn’t want to get in the way of me and Sam. Glad, even if that feels a lot like an upset stomach. “You’re not a bag full of fun either.”

“We’re agreed then?”

“Yes, of course,” I say. Besides, Sam is already starting to come around. It’s only a matter of time before my perfect man falls for me. I have a plan, now I need to stick to it.

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