Page 34 of Riordan's Revenge

I backed away, hunting down my bag in her bedroom where I’d dropped it. Inside, Genevieve had packed me a selection of clothes—she still had the spare key to my car—and I pulled on joggers and a fresh crew t-shirt.

Tiredness hung over me. If Struan’s lesson had worn me out, his sister’s provocation nearly ended me.

At the bottom of my rucksack was a small, wrapped bundle with a tag reading Cassie’s name.

I returned to the bathroom door and knocked.

She swung it open, still in only her fucking sexy lingerie, her body a sight I’d dream about for years.

“What?”

Words escaped me. Heat swallowed me whole.

In the shower, I thought I’d taken my fill of her. I’d let the crackling energy between us crest. I’d orgasmed staring at her pussy and pictured being inside her while she rode me. Or bending her over in the stall and losing all control.

Yet one minute on and I was raring to go again. My dick thickened, and my mouth dried.

Helplessly, I held up the packet.

Cassie squinted at it then took it from me and breezed past. “I’m going to get dressed. Or maybe first lie on my bed and copy what ye did. So leave me alone.”

Holy fuck. I backed to the wall, hands behind my back. Her bed was wide. Far too big for her alone.

“I want to watch.”

Her lip curled in a pretty snarl. “No.”

“Why not? You already tormented me earlier when I was outside in the hall.”

“Ye turned my first kiss into the most frustrating experience, so excuse me if I don’t want a repeat.”

“Your first kiss?”

“Aye, jackass, so leave me alone.”

Something tightened in my chest. I’d guessed that she was inexperienced, but not that much. Fucking hell. I’d attacked her. Tied her up.

“I didn’t know.” A step took me closer.

“Well, now ye do.” She folded her arms, not meeting my gaze.

The challenge had left her. She’d never backed down from me in the past. Dropping my hand, I puzzled at her, confused and insanely horny again. More, I wanted to make amends.

“I owe you three kisses for how rough I was.” With my pulse racing, I took a step. “The first I’m giving you now. The others will come later.”

She peeked at me through her eyelashes.

I approached the bed. Tipped up her face and gave her a second to react then brushed my lips over hers. If circumstances had been different, I’d have kissed her like this for our first time. A peck. A slow return.

Another, teasing her lips to meld to mine.

Cassie whimpered. The sound shot desperation through me in a drugging wave that I fought to manage. She followed my lead, rising on her knees to meet me better. A promise to come with me to where I led. I tilted my head. Parted her lips with mine then pulled away.

Over a heavy breath, I told her, “One.”

Then I left her to slam the door after me.

Holed up in her living room, I adjusted my junk and strained to listen for any sound.

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