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“Such a shame,” he murmurs. “They were so pretty too.”
“I have others just like them,” I inform him, because my ruined underwear is the least of my worries right now.
He takes a step forward and uses his knee to part my legs further. I bite my lip to stifle my moan when he slides the head of his dick back and forth through my arousal. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles under his breath. On his next swipe, he pushes the tip inside. “So fucking tight.” His fingers clutch my hips so hard the tips dig into my skin.
He leans forward and groans in my ear as he thrusts inside me, all the way to the hilt. “I’ve been thinking about what you said in the car,” he says as he slowly draws back to the tip before propelling back in. My mind is so drunk on him and the way he makes my body feel, his words hardly register. “When you’re ready … this is completely your decision, Cass,” he clarifies before continuing, “I want you to stop taking the pill.”
He stills his movements when I glance at him over my shoulder. “You do?”
“Yes, but like I said, whenyou’reready. There’s no pressure from me. And before you say it’s too soon—that we’re moving too fast—this has been six years in the making …six fucking years.If I could marry you tomorrow and fill you with all my babies, I would.”
I nibble on my bottom lip to hide my smile as I make a mental note to throw my birth control away in the morning because he’s right. Six years is a long time. “Okay.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“Right now, yes. Can you get back to fucking me please?”
He grins at me all smug-like, which is a look that’s so sexy on him. “Your wish is my command, Princess.”
Chapter29
Connor
Iremove the key from the lock on the front door and reach for the knob. Once I’ve pushed it open, I move to the side to allow Logan to enter first. Cass and I are flying down to Melbourne tomorrow for Amanda Lewis’s committal hearing, which is starting at the end of the week. It will determine whether the prosecution has enough evidence for a conviction if we go to trial, which we do.
It’s been five months since she was first arrested, and during that time, we’ve been working tirelessly alongside the prosecution. I want them to throw the book at this woman. She deserves to spend the rest of her days rotting in prison for her crimes, because she gave her daughter a life sentence when she committed that vial act.
I met up with Logan this afternoon, and after expressing my concerns to him, he wanted to touch base with Cassandra before we leave, hence why he’s here now. She’s nervous about having to get up on the stand and face her mother once again, but she understands it’s a necessary evil. It’s all part of the process, unfortunately.
He takes a few steps inside the apartment before pausing; I’m not expecting him to stop, so I run straight into his back.
When I hear a loud thud from inside, followed by Cassie’s scream, I immediately shove him to the side. That’s when I see my poor fiancée crouched down on the floor wearing nothing but an itty-bitty scrap of red satin underwear, matched perfectly with those plump lips of hers, and the sky-high heels on her feet. There’s a spilt bottle of beer lying on the wooden floor beside her.
Even with her body curled up into a ball, and those large, terrified, caramel-coloured doe eyes, she looks like a damn wet dream.
The first thing I do is smile, realising she must’ve been waiting to greet me when I got home in nothing but that tiny piece of satin. Part of me wants to shove Logan back out the door so I can continue this fantasy.
Last week I came home to find her prepping dinner in the kitchen. Her back was to me, and she was wearing this sexy pleated miniskirt. When I stalked across the room and flipped it up, I found that exact thing underneath. Her round, peachy arse was made to showcase that type of underwear and it gave me an instant boner.
“One day I want to come home and find you wearing nothing but these,”I groaned, while palming her cheeks. I guess my sweet girl was granting my wish, she just picked the worst possible time to do it. One of the many things I adore about this woman is the way she loves me. Neither of us takes what we have for granted because we went through hell to get here.
Logan’s back is now turned, which I appreciate. “Princess,” I say, taking a step in her direction. Only then does the shock of what just happened wear off, because she leaps to her feet and bolts towards our bedroom.
“Do you want me to go?” Logan asks, looking just as embarrassed as Cassie did.
“No, give me a minute though,” I answer, crossing the room and heading in her direction, ignoring the spilt puddle of beer as I pass.
By the time I make it to the room, she already has a suitcase on the bed and is throwing things into it. Is it wrong that I take a moment to appreciate her? Because fuck me, she’s perfect.
“Cass,” I say, approaching her. “What are you doing?”
“Packing.”
“Why?”
She stops, turning to face me, and that’s when I see the tears brimming in her eyes. “I have to leave, Con.”
“You are not going anywhere,” I grumble, sliding my arms around her tiny waist and drawing her closer.
