Page 22 of Rumor Has It

My lips brush against hers and I’m so lost devouring her mouth it takes a moment to register Cassidy’s hands working the buttons on my vest. I loosen my tie, slipping the button at my collar through the hole and do the same at my cuffs. She takes over with the straight line of pearls and untucks my shirt from my trousers. I wrangle out of the sleeves.

When it’s on the floor, I pull back and watch Cassidy place her soft hands on my chest in awe. I wanted her hands on my body the moment I laid eyes on her, and I’ve never been so thankful for the grueling workouts I’ve put my body through. Mentally and physically, I’m not the man I was a year ago.

Cassidy shivers, tracing a delicate fingertip over my pec and making tight circles around my nipple. The electricity in the air makes me shudder. She pulls back as if touching me is too much.

I kiss her forehead, trapping her forearms between us to keep her close. “Are you cold, Cass?”

I haven’t been this hot for anyone since I lost my virginity and I want her to feel the same. The only way it seems like I can accomplish that is with my hands all over her and with my name coming out of her mouth.

“I think I’m a bitoverheated.”

“We can’t have that now, can we?” I spin her back to my front. Then I move a few fallen tendrils of her blonde hair and place a soft, whispering kiss at the indent at the base of her skull before tugging her zipper down partway.

Pushing her dress over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, I tighten an arm around her waist to keep her upright. The opposite hand skims the red lace of her bra and pulls at one cup and then the next, baring her chest.

“Oh God, Isaiah.” She trembles as I pinch her pert nipples.

For all the times anyone has acted like I’m a notch above them, right now I feel like I am a god put on this earth to bring her pleasure and find mine as well.

Cassidy’s head lolls to the side, trusting me to hold her weight. Her chest rises and falls with each pluck and squeeze while my tongue rails down her neck, sucking and focusing on the dips and hollows. Each time she inhales, she drives my insane desire to map the rest of her curves forward.

I twist her around a second time, grabbing Cassidy by the back of the head and mashing my lips to hers. Her tits flatten against my bare chest.

“I want you.”So fucking bad,I say, unbinding her hair from the clip. I gather the soft curls that tumble down. Threading my fingers into the silky wheat, I guide Cassidy toward the bed.

She yanks at the sleeve of her dress as she sits.

“Nuh-uh.Lay back,” I tell her.

We’re not forever. We’re tonight. But I still don’t want to rush. Seeing her exposed inch by inch is part of the fantasy.

A daring thought niggles in my mind.

This doesn’t have to end. We could be more.

Her ample breasts falling out of the lace cup, and her arms bound at her front by the bunching fabric, she does as I say. I lift her boot-covered leg. My hands skirt up her thigh, puddling the skirt at her waist. Satin hides her pussy but not her desire.

My thumb caresses the dampness at the apex of her sex. “You’re so wet for me already, Cass?”

“I have been all day. I hope you take your pussy the same way you take your coffee.”

“With sugar?”

“No, with cream.” She uses her arms to push her tits like it’s an invitation to use her body as a playground, making me chuckle.

Fuck, I love her teasing.

I smooth my palms over her hip and slide my index fingers under more lace on her underwear. Dragging the panties down her thighs, they snag on her boot and rip.

Chapter Nine

CASSIDY

Isaiah holds my panties up for me to see. The sheer lace sides didn’t stand a chance when he tugged them over my boots. I guess that’s why they’re called delicates. He balls them in his fists and tucks them into his pocket.

“The winery gift shop sells souvenirs,” I sass.

His lips purse, but he can’t hold back the cocky grin that overtakes his face and his hot skin reddens at his neck.

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