Page 43 of Cajuns. Love. Curves.

“Shenanigans, Butterscotch,” I say. “I need the details. Paint me the picture of what you imagined last night. If I hadn’t slept on the floor. What would have happened if I’d crawled into thatonly one bedwith you?”

She shifts on her feet, and I’m pretty fucking sure she’s rubbing her thighs together. I glance down her body. I know how long those legs are. I saw them perfectly in that sensible, sleek one piece she wore when we went snorkeling this afternoon.

“After all the hot kisses—at least they were hot to me—maybe that’s just standard for you, but after the kissing yesterday, I thought maybe you were attracted to me. I thought you’d get in the bed and, at least, I don’t know, kiss me again.”

“I don’t want to be a stand-in when you still have feelings for another man.”

She licks her lips. “I don’t.” Then she shakes her head. “This is stupid. I’m stupid,” she says. She tosses her arms up in frustration, clearly misjudging the security of her towel.

Everything happens in slow motion. That tiny corner of the towel she has tucked in slips free and the entire piece of white cotton floats to the floor around her feet. With any other woman, I would think this was a planned move of seduction. But I know Cassie and the blush that spreads down her neck across her chest and into her breasts is very real embarrassment.

“I obviously didn’t mean for that to happen,” she whispers.

I lean down to pick up the towel, which was a crucial mistake on my part.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

“What?” she asks.

I drop to my knees and I stare at her bared pussy that is now at eye-level. I’m not the least bit surprised to discover that my girl waxes. Cassie doesn’t have time for silly things like shaving.

“I can smell how wet you are. Goddamn, Cassie, are you trying to kill me?”

“Nick,” she nearly moans my name.

“Open your thighs for me, baby. Let me see your slickness.” I grip the front of my shorts, squeezing my dick.

She takes a step to widen her stance, and her arousal is nearly dripping down her thighs.

“You’re soaked.” I look up at her and she’s staring at me, but her eyes are glassy, pupils blown.

“Nick, please.”

“You need me to fix it for you, baby?”

She whines an answer, widening her thighs even more.

I don’t need more of an invitation. My mouth is already watering with her musky scent right here, so close to my face. I lift one of her legs, opening her up to me, and place that leg over my shoulder.

“Put your hands in my hair, Cassie, and hold on.”

Then I bury my face in her pussy. The first swipe of my tongue and I nearly come all over myself. She’s sweet and tangy and I want to eat her every day for the rest of my life. I’m ready to send in my resignation and sign up for this duty. I plunge my tongue inside her tight opening, and she floods my mouth with her arousal.

Her nails scrape against my scalp, and she tilts her pelvis towards me. “Oh my, Nick. Fuck.”

I hold her other leg steady so she doesn’t fall and I slide my free hand up her thigh. I lick up her labia and find that hard bundle of nerves and lick around it, not touching my tongue directly to her clit until she’s chanting ‘please.’

I slide two fingers inside her slick channel, fucking her in and out. Then I suck her clit into my mouth, closing my lips around it. She rocks her pussy into my face, fucking herself with my mouth. It’s so sexy, it’ll be a miracle if I don’t come in my shorts.

“Nick, that’s it. Oh fuck. I’m so close. Shit, shit, shit…” When her orgasm crests, her body bucks wildly, but she’s mostly silent.

I stare up at her while I lick her gently, pulling each wave of pleasure from her body. She’s gorgeous. So perfect. And I’m glad her pussy is in my mouth, so I don’t tell her then and there that I’m a fool for her.

chaptertwenty

Text conversationsbetween Nick and Cassie after email just wasn’t enough…

Nick: I’m dying over here. Please help!

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