Page 14 of Forbidden Cravings

“I can’t have you, Casey,” I said, smoothing my fingers further up her neck until they were encasing it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

My head instinctively lowered, her face tilting toward mine as I pulled her closer, my grip around her neck tightening.

“I want you, Casey. I want to touch every inch of your body, to feel you come undone around me, to taste you, to fill you. I want to hear your cries as I fuck you and watch as your climax shreds you.” Her shudder ran through every part of her body.

“Mason,” she purred, and I fought my desires.

Moving my hand, I traced the shape of her jaw, then sank my fingers into her soft curls, seeing the dark flicker in her eyes. From every reaction she’d had to my more aggressive moves, I knew she would be the one to break me. No one broke me, no one had ever owned me, but she would…if I gave in, if I betrayed Tyson.

“But you’re not mine to take, little girl. You’re forbidden, and that means I can’t do the things I want to do to you.”

She grabbed my neck, pulling my face down, her lips meeting mine. My resolve weakened, and I kissed her back, her mouth sweet and lush. The kiss deepened, my mouth as needy as hers, my fingers threading into more of her hair as I brought her further into me. I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to stop, but I had to. It wasn’t right. Against every urge of my body, I halted the kiss, dropping my head and hearing her rapid breathing.

“We can’t, Casey.” I lifted my head, almost kissing her again. Her lips were red and swollen and I resisted the urge to run my tongue along them.

Soft fingers traced my jaw, her touch sending tingles through me, before she stepped from my hold, her curls slowly sliding from my grasp.

“I know,” she said with a melancholy that was palpable.

The pressure of her hand where it remained on my chest had me craving for her to lower it and release the throbbing in my pants, to feel her hand wrap around it before she guided me into her. I pulled her to me again, cursing myself because I knew I was only torturing us both. Letting my hand drift down her body, I slipped my fingers under her waistline, feeling the soft skin of her hip as she arched into me.

“What are you doing, Mason?” she asked.

“Tormenting myself.”

She bit her lip as my hand slid further down, past the lace of her panties.

“Tormenting us both,” she murmured. “Shit, you need to stop if you don’t want me.”

“I never said I didn’t want you. In fact, I thought I told you the exact opposite.” I pushed my knee between her thighs before running my fingers lower. I was so close to sinking them into her, but I was taking a risk and crossing that line I’d drawn for myself. I knew if I touched her any further, I’d lose it and take her.

Slowly, I raised my hand, running it up her stomach until I hit the edge of her bra. Her heart was pounding, her inhale tight and shallow. I slid my fingers below the band, touching the plump flesh of her breast, and she let out a quiet moan. The sound stopped me because I wanted to hear more of her moans, to bring her to ecstasy and smother her cries with my mouth. To be the only one who ever tore a moan from her again.

“Dammit,” I cursed myself before yanking my hand away. She had my shirt gripped tightly in her hands and I pried it free, pushing her gently from me. I was so hard I was aching, and I didn’t know how I was going to settle myself down now that I’d touched her. “Go to bed, Casey.” My words came out hoarsely, a sound that reflected the pain my decision was causing me.

The pursing of her lips didn’t help the situation. “You could have just sent me to bed without touching me.”

I gave her a smirk, and said, “Don’t even think about using your fingers to finish the job, Case.”

She inhaled beautifully. “That’s just wrong. You get upset when I tease you and you turn around and do the same thing?”

Shrugging, I turned back to the bar and filled my glass.

“Fuck you, Mason.” Her voice was playful. I almost dropped my glass when she pressed against my back, her hand reaching around and stroking me through my pants. I closed my eyes, losing myself to her touch. “When you force me to my knees, I want you to hit the back of my throat so hard your cock muffles my moans and gags. I want you to use my mouth and my body until I’ve come so many times that you erase every man before you from my memory.”

She released her hold on me, and I heard her walk away. “Don’t think about using your hand to finish the job, Mace.”

I snickered at how she’d turned my game on me, throwing my own words back on me. The images she’d embedded in my mind were hard to dismiss and I’d almost come with her touch and the thought of doing just what she’d said.

“Fuck.”

I remained at the bar until my body finally calmed down, only then allowing myself to walk into the living room and sit. Casey was on my mind as I swirled my drink, and she didn’t leave it until Riley came in hours later. Revealing how she wanted me to teach her the business and temporarily erasing the hold Casey had on me.

Chapter Six

CASEY

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