Page 28 of Paradise Found
At first, I’m too surprised to stop the kiss. But when our tongues tangle with sweeping intensity, there’s no fooling anyone. I’m kissing Cassie as hard as she’s kissing me.
Her body is so goddamn soft and her spirit so fierce. Sweet honey is on her breath as she bites my lower lip. Helpless moans and assertive hands. I’m drowning in pleasure, yet greedier than I’ve ever been for a woman. Logic evacuates my brain when her legs wrap around my hips.
More. I want more. My hands are everywhere as we kiss. I’m grabbing Cassie’s ass and moving up her ribcage. When a thumb brushes against a hard nipple, I pull back. I watch, mesmerized, as my large paws wrap around two perfect breasts that spill out of her tank top. She’s still pinned to the door, entirely by my groin. My hands greedily knead her fullness, tweak her nipples. She pushes her tits out, pressing her palms against the door to arch her back.More. I want more.
“Tell me to stop, Cassie,” I say, watching her jaw slacken as her mouth opens in a silent scream. “Dammit, tell me to stop.”
“No. Don’t stop. Never stop.” She mumbles like she’s just as intoxicated as I am. I’m alarmed at the possibility that she’s drunk. When I stall, her eyes widen and hurt floods her features. I have to be sure.
“Were you drinking tonight?” I ask. “I’m not judging. It’s just, this isn’t something you would do if you were sober, right?”
“For god’s sake, Lance. No, I’m not drunk. Could you be more clueless? I’ve been wanting to do this since I’ve figured out whatthisis.”
I’m not sure what to do with that, so I hold her hand and walk to the sofa. “Can we talk, Cassie?”
“Sure,” she snaps. “But if you say Little Cassie again, I’m never speaking to you.”
I chuckle at her vehemence. “I won’t. If I knew you were insulted every time I said it, I wouldn’t have started. It’s a habit from William and Theo.”
“They’re my brothers,” she states with impatience. We sit and she turns to me, her bosom heaving. “You’re not my brother. You’ve never been that for me.”
Her eyes are glassy yet focused. I’m obsessed with her lips, moist and swollen from our kiss. I give her mouth a light brush with my thumb. She smiles and traps my thumb between her wet lips before sucking it till her cheeks hollow. I pull away and stand. Thinking about her mouth wrapped around any part of me is torture.
“You are a grown woman, Cassie. I can’t believe I was clueless enough to make you think otherwise. You and me, though? Even kissing has gone too far.”
“Relax, Lance. Making out doesn’t have to mean anything. I recently ended a relationship, so I’m not looking for anything serious. Still, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t imagined being with you. A lot.”
I’m shaking my head, exasperated by my desperation. Hearing her obsession with me should repel me. Women’s desperate pleas for my attention usually do. Instead, I’m unbelievably aroused.
I want to grant my best friend’s little sister all the wishes she’d had about me. I want toexceedthe unspeakable fantasies she’d harbored for years, like I’m competing withmyself. It’s a dangerous notion.
“I shouldn’t be touching you, Cassie.” The words feel like eating glass. I turn away from her. Everything hurts, but I turn away from her.
Then, she says the last thing I expect. “Since you can’t touch me, Lance, watch me touch myself.”
I whip back to stare at her fingers, lazily grazing across the sliver of skin separating her tank top and sleep shorts. I should stop this. Now. I should stop thisnow.What do I do instead? I open my goddamn mouth.
“I shouldn’t want to watch you, should I?” I rasp. “But I’m dying to see how wet you are for me.”
Her breasts heave, quivering beautifully. She crosses her arms and tugs up, whipping the fabric off. Fucking hell, my imagination wasn’t even close. She’s pear shaped and heavy, dusty-pink nipples puckered to alertness. Cassie caresses her breasts, lifting them up, squeezing them the way I want to.
I can’t help it. I stroke my erection and growl with lust. She stares hungrily at my stiff rod.
“If I have to show you how wet I am, you have to show me how hard you are,” she murmurs.
“I don’t have to do a goddamn thing except make you come.” I grunt like a feral animal. “You need that, don’t you? Need me to tell you what to do to take the edge off. Need to know how I’d fuck you with my hand if I was allowed to touch you.”
“Oh god, yes,” she sighs and wiggles out of shorts and underwear. Once naked, Cassie crosses her arms around her stomach.
“No covering yourself up now, baby.”
“I probably don’t look like the women you’re usually with.”
“Trust me, there’s only one beautiful woman I’m thinking about. That’s you, Cassie. You’re all I see.”
I loom over her naked beauty. “I’m going to tell you what to do with that perfect pussy. And for the first time this goddamn night, you’re going to do what you’re told. Lie down.”
She lies down and opens her knees.
