Page 50 of Fractured Rhythm

“You are going to destroy me.”

“Mutual destruction sounds like heaven,” I said, moving one hand to his waistband and easily popping the button free before slipping my hand inside his jeans to cup his hard length.

“Cas,” he groaned.

He pulsed against my palm, and my desire intensified. My body ached for the familiar weight of him inside me. I craved it.

Before I could shove his pants down or tug him toward his bedroom, he pulled my hand out of his pants and lifted me again. I whimpered in protest, but he ignored me. His hand anchored at my nape, his fingers twisting in my long hair, as he kissed me. I had no choice but to link my legs around his waist again as he bolted down the hall to what I assumed was his bedroom.

Hell, any flat surface would’ve worked for me—honestly, it didn’t even need to be flat.

He dropped me onto the bed, and I laughed as I bounced. He moved through the dark before flooding the room with low light from the lamp on his nightstand. He stalked toward me, his pants undone, his cock hard and full, outlined against his jeans, and his eyes dark with a need that no doubt matched mine.

A shudder rolled through me when he lowered himself over me. His nose trailed along the curve of my shoulder and his breath whispered across my hot skin before he bit down on my earlobe. That spot had always been extra sensitive, and he knew it.

“Bash,” I moaned, my fingers trailing up his spine as he settled over me.

“Fuck. I need you, Cas,” he groaned against my ear.

“Too many clothes,” I whispered back, squirming against him, impatient to pull every stitch of fabric from our bodies so I could feel his heated skin against mine, pressed into the mattress with nothing separating us. It’d always been volcanic between us, and nothing had changed—at least in that aspect.

He shifted off of me, pulling both of us to standing. He cupped my hip with one hand and trailed his other hand from my collarbone down the middle of my chest, his thumb grazing my right breast. My nipples pebbled at just the thought of him touching me, so this was almost too much to take. I ached to have his hand back on my breast, but I wanted more than that.

His nail scraped along the edge of my shirt, dipping beneath, and he ran his hand along the edge of my waistband.

“Bash, please,” I moaned.

“You showed me no mercy earlier,” he growled against my lips, his tongue darting inside my mouth.

I sucked down on his tongue, relishing in his groan, before ending the kiss and whipping my shirt over my head. I also popped the clasp on my bra and let the soft fabric slip from my body.

“So impatient,” he said, but his eyes didn’t meet mine; instead, they were locked on my chest, on the shallow rise and fall of my breasts.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Cas.”

I gave him a moment to stare before I tugged on his waistband again.

“Nope,” he said, pushing me back so I flopped down on the bed. “We’ll get there.”

“Before next year would be nice,” I started to mutter, but it ended on a gasp when he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and yanked my jeans and panties down, pushing me back onto the bed. He tossed my clothes over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You were saying?” he asked, trailing his hands down my shaking body.

Every spot he touched flamed with desire. Heat flooded my body, and he didn’t do anything except run his fingers over every inch of me he could reach. I needed him to grasp my hips and plunge into me.

“If you do not fuck me right now, I’m kicking you out,” I groaned when he leaned over and trailed his tongue down the center of my body, pressing kisses along the way. He chuckled against my skin, and the vibrations almost sent me over the edge. I was too keyed up for rational thought or words at this point.

“This is my place, remember?”

“I’ll still kick you out,” I said, my brain fuzzy.

“Patience,” he said, swiping his tongue over my hip, so close to where I craved his mouth.

“I’m done with the torture,” I said, pushing him back. He landed on his ass on the floor, his jeans open, his cock straining at the top of his boxer briefs.

“What the fuck, Cas,” he said, shock clear in his eyes.

“You were taking forever,” I said as I shifted off the bed and straddled his lap. “I’ve waited way too long to have you again.” I pushed his boxer briefs down and fisted his hard cock. He groaned at my touch, pumping up into my hand. Then I lifted my hips and sank down over him, taking him into my body with a sigh of pure bliss.

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