Page 13 of Unsure in Love

Her lips lifted into a slight smile. Her eyes were glassy with desire, and I think she was a little tipsy too. We’d gotten caught up in titillating conversations and in each other, so we’d thrown back quite a few drinks. We caught an Uber to her place, and the ride here had been torturous. I’d wanted to spread her legs and get started on our night of fun in some stranger’s car.

How could Cass already be the bane of my valued control? I barely knew her.

I detected the slightest hint of uncertainty in her eyes, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have her thinking I’d lost interest. On the contrary, I was too damn interested.

“You just zoned out,” she said. “Not very comforting for the woman currently straddling you.”

Honesty was always the best policy, but in this case, was it really a good idea to tell her that I suddenly desired more? No way. Those words couldn’t come out of my mouth. Not with Cass fired up and ready to go. I wouldn’t ruin the moment. The best I could do was throw out a half-truth. “The source of my distraction is you naked. I jumped the gun to that part in my mind. It’s a lovely picture.”

She smirked. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry ‌and make it a reality. The bedroom is to the right.” She nodded toward a narrow hallway.

I claimed her mouth because kissing her had already become an addiction. Nothing more was said. There was just the sound of my footsteps navigating to her bedroom and our moans and sighs as we continued kissing with fervor. I shouldered my way into a room and was glad it was the right one. Cass seemed too far gone to give me further directions. She ground her hips against my erection.

“If you don’t want a quick fuck against the wall, you’d better stop that.”

Her tongue flicked my earlobe, and she whispered, “I’d love a quick fuck against the wall.”

I sucked in a breath. Talk about temptation. But, we only had one night. I was going to make sure we remembered it for a long time. I had the zipper of her dress down as I strolled toward the bed and she pulled my shirt over my head. Cass tearing at my clothes was goddamn hot. When I placed her on her feet, she made sure she slid down my body slowly, teasing my cock.

“Tease,” I whispered.

She just shrugged while she reached for my belt, unbuckled it, and whipped it off with dramatic flair.

Chuckling, I pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The silky fabric floated to the floor, and I drank her in. I was right. She did have tattoos—small, subtly placed ones. Like the one on her left side of four letters scribbled in fancy letters, LTAR. It was easy to assume they were her sisters’ first initials. The Bennet girls were close as I’d gathered.

I drank Cassandra in. She was gorgeous… from the flash of vulnerability I saw in her eyes to her graceful neck and delicate collarbone—I’d never even thought to admire that about a woman before—to her breasts that I knew would fit perfectly in my hands.

My gaze lingered on them before moving over her flared hips. Only a tiny scrap of black lace covered her mound. My gaze zeroed between her thighs with hunger. I couldn’t wait to give that area the attention it deserved, but I moved on to take in her long, shapely legs. Soon, they’d be wrapped around me.

“You’re just staring,” she said, with a hint of uncertainty.

My gaze traveled back up to collide with hers. “Of course. You’re beautiful. Más allá de lo perfecto.”

Cass flushed from her face to her chest. “I don’t know what that means, but it sounds amazing.”

I blinked, not realizing that I’d strayed from English. I grew up in a bilingual household and the jump from English to Spanish was something natural and unconscious. “Beyond perfect,” I translated.

Holding my gaze for a moment, a slow smile lifts her lips. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Latin Lover.”

“Latin Lover?” I chuckled. “I don’t.”

Her smile faded, her teeth sank into her lush lower lip, and her blush deepened. What was going through her mind? I didn’t want her to think too much about the words I’d let slip, so I kissed her again. It was meant to be a quick, teasing graze, but Cass had other ideas.

She wound her arms around my shoulders and deepened the kiss to an intensity that almost lit me on fire. Our tongues did a sensual dance, and she pressed closer, her breasts against my bare chest, her nipples teasing my heated skin. I wanted those hardened peeks in my mouth.

Before I could make it happen, she pulled away from our fiery kiss and dropped my pants. She was on her knees before my brain caught up to what was happening. The sultry look she gave me through her long lashes and her wicked grin sent my arousal through the roof.

This picture of her was the hottest thing I’d seen in a while. With agonizing slowness, she peeled my boxers off, all the while holding my gaze. Taking charge in the bedroom was my typical MO, but for Cass, I’d sit in the passenger’s seat for now. She had me in her thrall.

My breathing became rugged when she cupped my balls and smiled. There I was with my balls in a woman’s hand… literally. It was a new feeling of vulnerability for me. Right now, however, it was hard to hate not being in control.

Cass drew out a long groan from me when she leaned forward and licked my jutting shaft. Just a slight teasing graze of her tongue had me ready to explode. Her fingers wrapped around my length and she stroked, all the while swirling her tongue over my tip. She kept her touch light, and it was driving me crazy in the best way. She’d already teased me to the brink of my control, so when she took me all the way into her mouth, I almost lost it.

I fisted her hair and growled out her name. “That feels incredible.” Since she just started, could I rightfully say this was the best blowjob I’d ever gotten? Her lips tightened around me and she sucked, almost causing me to explode in her mouth. I had to call on every ounce of self-control I possessed not to end this too soon. Okay, yes, Cass gave me the best blow job I’d ever gotten. I hated having to put an end to it. Capturing her chin, I stopped her now voracious strokes.

“Your turn,” I told her.

I could tell there was a protest about to roll off her tongue. Before it came out, I had her sprawled on the bed and settled between her thighs. I gave her a quick, hard kiss and moved on to snag her nipples between my lips. She gasped and arched her back, thrusting the globes up in offering so I could lavish equal attention on each breast.

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