Page 87 of Unsure in Love

“Hi.”

She watched me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip and sympathy played across her face. “I mean, with your father’s passing.”

A pang of grief hit me in the chest, but it wasn’t as bad as the last few days. “I am now. Being here with you helps.” I slept for more than a couple of hours—which had become impossible since Dad died—because I had her in my arms. I wanted to wake up with her like this every day.

“I’m glad,” she said and glanced over at the bedside clock. “It’s not even six yet, but I know you get your days started early. Should I get breakfast ready?”

She was already shuffling out of my arms, but I held her in place. “Breakfast can wait. I’d rather have a taste of you first.”

We stared at each other for a moment, and the glimmer of anticipation in her eyes fueled my need for her. I was surprised when she cupped my cheek and murmured, “I’ve missed you. I’m really happy you’re here.”

She held back so much, I never thought I'd hear her confess that. Too stunned to make my next move, I gazed at her in wonder, so she kissed me first. As soon as our lips touched, I snapped out of my stupor and kissed her back with the hunger and longing I’d endured since she left New York. But then I slowed down because I didn’t want to rush our reunion.

I teased her lips apart and savored each stroke of her tongue against mine. As I deepened the kiss, I reached for her top to pull it up. We broke contact so she could shrug it off, then she kicked off her sweatpants. I quickly got rid of the only thing I had on—boxers.

I ran a palm over her chest, teasing her hardening nipples, then I moved to her abdomen. My palm rested there for a moment. Her expanding stomach sent the usual surge of possessiveness and satisfaction through me. My eyes remained locked with hers because I wanted her to see what I felt. She watched me with a hint of curiosity, so I told her, “I’m serious about us, Cassandra.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I am too.”

I knew it took a lot for her to admit, so I bent to brush my lips over hers. I was grateful that she was willing to let her guard down for me. My hand slid lower, teasing her with caresses over her mound and between her thighs until her breathing sped up.

“Hurry, Damian,” she urged, lifting her hips.

“I’m taking my time.”

Her frustrated groan turned into a delighted gasp when I finally touched her the way she wanted. She was already wet, and it took considerable restraint not to slip between her thighs and plunge into her for relief from my almost painful arousal.

I teased and stroked until she moaned my name. The sultry sound spurred my desire to please her so I could keep hearing it. As I fingered her to ecstasy, I feathered kisses along her neck and shoulders. Her walls tightened around my digits and I held back a groan. I couldn’t wait to be buried inside her.

“You’re really good with your hands,” she whispered.

“What about my mouth? Am I good with that too?”

Her lips lifted at the corners. “Fishing for compliments?”

“Maybe.” I held her gaze, loving the desire and hint of humor that lit up her eyes. This was how I wanted her to be with me all the time— at ease, playful, and loving. Although, I hadn’t professed my love yet.

“You’re stellar with your mouth.”

“I’m glad you think so,” I murmured. I then shuffled down until my shoulders were between her thighs. She watched me with half-mast eyes gleaming with excitement. Her lips were wet from my kiss and her skin was flushed. She was gorgeous, and she was mine.

I didn’t release her from my stare even as I lowered my head to taste her. Her flavor on my tongue and her womanly aroma were intoxicating. I delved in, taking my fill. Her hips bucked off the bed, and I held her steady to appease my ravenous appetite. She shattered with a cry that caressed my eardrums. It was something I wouldn’t mind listening to all day.

I gazed up at her as she shuddered, loving the way her skin glowed with the aftermath of her pleasure. Wanting to give her more, I made my way up her body, my lips touching everywhere they could.

Face to face again, I stared into her half-lidded eyes. She looked a little dazed, but she wore a little smile. “Is that all the taste you wanted?” she asked.

A smirk lifted my lips. “Not even close. Turn around.”

She shuffled around, facing away from me. Pulling her close, I filled my senses with her—the feel of her skin against mine, the sound of her quickening breaths as I skimmed her curves, and her soft floral scent mixed with her arousal.

I couldn’t let us wait any longer, so I slid home. Our moans rang with relief as if this was something we both longed for. I kept my movements gentle but my control hung by a thread. When she arched her back and begged for more, I almost lost it. She moved against me, meeting my thrusts with enthusiasm.

“Cassandra, dulzura, slow down.” While I enjoyed her passion, concern for her comfort lingered in my mind.

She must have seen my worry when she glanced over her shoulder because she smiled and reached up to brush my jaw with her fingers. “I’m fine. I promise.”

I got lost in her as I usually did and relaxed again. Still, I kept my eyes on her face, searching for the slightest sign of unease. Gradually, I picked up the pace, fighting to hold myself together so I wouldn’t erupt before she did.

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