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All the feelings I have for him center through me like he’s pulling me closer by a thread.That sweet heat coils and I feel my toes curl as Haden presses his first two fingers to my lips.
“Suck,” he orders.I take them into my mouth as he continues his pace.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth.“Good girl,” he chants as he brings them down between us to sweep over my clit.
His free hand moves to my hair and tugs.I open my eyes and look into his—navy, stormy, and focused intently on me.
“That’s it, Cass.That’s what I want.Those beautiful blue eyes,” he says with a thrust.My eyes roll back as his lips hover over mine.“Now sing, baby.Sing just for me while you come.Sing while you soak my fucking cock.”
His gaze rakes over my naked flesh as the beginning of an earth-shattering orgasm washes over me.
“Haden!”I moan his name.It sounds like a song.One just for him.
“Again,” he orders.
“Haden!”I cry out.
“That’s it.I want it all.Every.Single.Part of you,” he rasps.His broad palm guides my hips for me as his other hand continues to play my clit like an instrument.“I’m going to fill you up, paint you with my come … because you’re my masterpiece.You’remine, Cassie.In every way that matters.And you have been since that first moment I saw you.”
“Yes … I’m yours,” I whimper into his lips.My pussy tightens just as a deep visceral groan leaves him and his head drops back as his movements become unorchestrated.He drives intome once more and warmth spreads through me, filling me as he chases my orgasm with his own.
Haden continues to pepper my lips, my shoulders, with kisses while we catch our breath.He lingers inside me, not wanting to part from me yet, and I want him to stay just where he is.I know these nights are limited but I push that thought from my mind, trying to live in the here and now.Haden’s eyes are closed and his head leans against the pillows while his fingers gently stroke my back.I watch him for a few moments: the way his jaw shadows his neck in this light, the straight planes of his cheekbone and nose, the stubble and his mustache that always feels so good against my thighs.Christ, this man is a god.
“Haden?”I ask, tracing my finger down his cheek a few seconds later.
“Hmm?”He opens his eyes halfway, smirks, and pulls my palm to his lips to kiss it.
“I have to go pick that caramel corn up outside.”
He laughs a deep full laugh.
“What if a bird eats it?They’ll explode.”I tell him.“I’m serious!I’ve heard that.”
He laughs even harder.“That’s rice, and it’s also not true, Cass.And, besides, I’m surprised it was even still there when you came down, with the number of racoons and coyotes we have around here.It’ll be a treat for them.”
“Are you sure?”I ask.
In one fell swoop, Haden lifts me off of him and flips me down on the bed so I’m under him.He pushes my hair off my face and kisses me deeply on the lips as everything within me settles.
“I’m sure, beautiful.Now spread these thighs.I’m not sending you back to the big house until you’ve given me at least two more.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Haden
It was sometime after three when I walked Cassie back to the big house so she would be there in the morning when the girls woke up.And yes, I picked up every goddamn piece of popcorn along the way that hadn’t been eaten by an animal yet.When it comes to this woman, it’s apparent I’m gonna do just about anything she asks me.
By six-thirty I’m up and dog-tired because my body doesn’t manage to sleep past dawn no matter how little rest I get.I’m sitting on my porch drinking a big mug of coffee when a black Audi skids by my cabin and pulls up to Cassie’s.
I’m instantly on high alert, setting my mug down defensively.A man gets out of the car and I chuckle at the sight; he looks like a dick with ears in a pair of skinny black jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and alligator boots.
“We have a five-mile-per-hour rule here.Did you not see the sign?”I call over to him, spreading my hands out wide on my porch rail.He jumps and turns to face me, narrowing his eyes as he does.
“There’s people riding on these trails.Which means we go slow,” I spell it out.
He ignores my comment and looks around.“Is this Starlight cabin?”he calls.
I pick my mug back up and take a sip.This guy is a typical city type: doesn’t apologize, doesn’t say hello, just lets me know what he needs fromme.
