Page 74 of Lucifer's Hounds

I grip the back of his head and pull his lips to mine. I need to taste him. I need my tongue to collide with his. I need the electricity that our kiss creates. The blue sparks. Cass’s fingers dig into the skin of my thighs.

Cass’s lips curve into a lascivious smile. That smile is my undoing as I come again, and Cass fills me with his own release. I rest my head on Cass’s shoulder, afraid to try to put my feet on the ground for fear that I won’t be able to hold myself up.

Cass releases his hold on my thighs and wraps his arms around my waist. I lift my head, looking him in his eyes. They are alight with pleasure and happiness. He smiles my favorite smile at me.

“You amaze me more and more every day, lady,” Cass breathes, resting his head on my cleavage. The water is starting to get cold, and my legs are starting to ache. I pat Cass on the shoulder.

“Hmm?” he murmurs.

“Can we get in bed now?” I whisper.

“Yes ma’am.” He gently places me back on my feet, directly in the stream of the now cold water. I shriek and jump out of the way of the water, stepping out of the shower.

Cass lets out a deep belly laugh. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“It’s okay,” I say through chattering teeth. “C-c-can you come on t-to bed?”

“Yes baby.” Cass wraps me in an oversized towel and walks me to the bedroom. It’s chilly in the house but that’s exactly how I like the air when I go to sleep.

I curl in bed first and wait for Cass to dry off. He climbs in beside me and pulls me into his chest.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” he says, pressing a kiss onto the back of my head. I roll over to face him.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” I repeat.

I lean my head up to kiss him goodnight then settle back into my spot, listening to the beat of Cass’s heart and the sound of him breathing. His breathing then turns to snoring, making me smile at the thought of how fond of him and all his little quirks I am.

“I am going to fall so in love with you,” I whisper before sleep contains me.

Chapter Twelve

Iwake in the same position I fell asleep in, wrapped tightly in Cass’s arms. With the events of the flight and grand opening yesterday followed by Cass’s skilled fingers in the shower, I had the best night of sleep I can recall. When the light of day comes streaming through the curtains, I roll over to face Cass. He’s still deep in his slumber, giving me time to admire him. His face is scrunched into an angry expression, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed. He isn’t moving nor is he making any sounds. I rub my hand gently on his arm.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I whisper, trying to wake him.

Cass stirs beneath my touch. His face contorts through several emotions before his eyes shoot open. He draws in a deep, ragged breath while his eyes search the room. When they lock in on me, his features soften.

“Hi,” I say, rubbing his arm.

“Hi.” He sighs, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to him. He rests his head between my tits the way he did in the shower last night and my hand instinctively curls in his hair.

“Bad dream?” I ask.

“Mm-hm.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head back and forth.

My heart swells with love as I look at Cass with adoring eyes.

“What time is it?” he asks, his face still buried in my chest.

I lean over and press the lock button on my phone.

“Eight o’clock.”

Cass groans. “I’ve got to get to the shop. I have a meeting at nine.”

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