Page 81 of Lavender Lake
“No regrets tomorrow,” he warned.
“None,” I agreed.
His head dipped and his mouth grazed mine, ever so slightly.
“Bowman,” I growled. “Stop teasing me.”
His tongue plunged into my mouth and I opened to him. Lust exploded between us. I strained forward, but he still held my hands captive.
Bowman moved, sliding his thigh between my legs and gently pressing against me.
Desire pulsed in my core and I was greedy, desperate for more of him.
But Bowman would not give, proving that he was in control and would dole out pleasure at his own leisure.
While his tongue ravaged my mouth, he kept moving his thigh, easing back only to press forward once again. He edged me closer, stopping when I was on the verge of coming.
“Beg me for it,” he growled as he stared down at me.
His face was contorted with desire and moonlight.
“Beg me for it,” he rasped again. “And I’ll make you come.”
“Please, Bowman.”
He shook his head slowly.
I frowned in confusion, but then understanding dawned.
“Please, Cas. Make me come.”
He pressed his thigh and began to move it between my legs. The friction of my jeans, combined with expert pressure had me tumbling over a cliff.
I shuddered against him and clenched my thighs around him. I rode out my pleasure, wave after wave.
A long shaky breath exhaled between my lips, stirring the hair at his temples.
He turned his head and placed a gentle kiss below my ear. “Good girl.”
I trembled with aftermath and closed my eyes.
He let go of my arms and they flopped to my sides like noodles. They prickled as feeling returned to them.
His fingers clasped my chin.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
My eyes flipped open and I peered at him. His gaze was glittery, dark.
Searching.
He leaned forward and kissed my lips. Brief. Chaste. A footnote on the chapter that had just closed.
Because he was no longer Bowman.
Bowman was a veneer, a facade. A persona he showed the world.
But with me, he was Cas.
