One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

“You were exhausted,” he agreed.

“Oh fuck!” Smacking her head with her palm, she responded, “I didn’t call the club.” I am so fired.

“I called,” he reluctantly grumbled. “Told Hardy you’re out for the rest of the week.”

She was shocked he’d thought about it. “I appreciate that except I can’t take the week off. I have rent and bills to pay.” Her stress was back tenfold.

Leaning his crutches against the wall, he hopped over to her. “Evelyn you need time off. You’ve been working yourself to the bone. You still have bags under your eyes, but most of all you need to heal.” She hated that he was right. She didn’t want to take the time off, but she’d forced herself into working more in the last few days than ever before in order to avoid thinking about had happened.

“Okay.” She gave in, making him smile. Not in triumph but relief.

“Yeah?” He laughed. “Just like that? I feel like this will probably be the only time I can get you to do what I want.”

His laughter was contagious as her own slipped free. “Enjoy it while you can.” She winked as she walked into the bathroom. Case’s laughter could be heard as he went back to whatever he had been doing.

Digging through the cabinet, EV found a new toothbrush and comb and began to clean up. Feeling about ninety percent better, she went in search of food. As soon as she left the bathroom, the aroma of coffee and bacon assaulted her senses.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she entered the kitchen. “That smells wonderful.”

Walking up behind him, her arms circled his waist barely meeting in the middle of his hard abs. “You took your shirt off,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Not at all complaining.

“So I did.” He laughed, putting his hands over hers and rubbing them both up and over his chest. When he let go of her, she continued to stroke him. Loving the feel of his warm skin, fine soft hairs brushed her palms in a soothing motion.

“Keep this up and we won’t be eating breakfast.” His voice was deep, husky. It held a sensual pleasure she felt like maybe she was ready for.

Gathering her courage, she asked him, “What if I don’t want to?”

Casey whipped around at her words. Shock written clearly on his face.

“Fuck,” he hissed out when his erection brushed against her.

Her entire core tightened upon feeling him. She felt like a bitch in heat. If she didn’t have him and feel him inside of her soon, she was going to self-combust.

His eyes searched hers as his head slowly descended, and their lips met in a slow, sweet slide of promise. His mouth was soft on hers, playfully nipping at her. When she finally opened for him, he pulled her body closer. His hands held her tightly while his tongue explored the caverns of her mouth. Evelyn’s entire body lit up as he ground his pelvis into her. Lifting on her tip toes, she tried to get closer to him. Her breathing was choppy when their kiss broke.

“Yeah?” he asked softly. She nodded her head, and he scooped her up in his arms, marveling at his balance.

She yelped when her bare ass met the cold granite countertop. He shut burners off on the stove then hopped to her, standing between her legs. His hips pushed them wide open, making room for him to explore.

Sliding his hands up either side of her thighs, Case watched her reaction the closer he got to the apex of her thighs. She was afraid she might fear his touch after what had happened, but thankfully, trust was an incredible equalizer, and there wasn’t anyone in the world she trusted more than the sexy man standing in front of her. He had shown her time and again that he wasn’t giving up on her no matter how many times they pushed each other away.

When he paused his slow rise, she looked up into his dark eyes that looked like pools of heated molasses as he watched her. “Please, Casey,” she begged.

His smile was hidden in his eyes. “Any fucking thing for you, gorgeous.” Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he whipped it above her head with little preamble, unveiling her nude body for his viewing pleasure. “Fuck,” he rumbled. His fingers began tracing small bruises on her sides, hips, and arms from Marcus’s vicious assaults.

“Casey?” She hesitated when he met her eyes. “Take it away.” Relief washed over her as he knew immediately what she wanted. Helping her off the counter, he led the way back to his bedroom. Stripping off his shorts, she nearly drooled at the sculpted perfection known as his ass. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. It was pure muscle as far as the eye could see.

When he finally turned around, she swallowed heavily seeing his hardness for the first time. He was long, thick, and hard. So hard. She could see little pearls of his pleasure releasing from the tip. Her mouth watered for a taste.

Ev went to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, crooking his finger at her. No words were needed as he pointed to the ground, apparently impatient for her touch. Reaching back, he grabbed a pillow from the bed dropping it between his legs just as she was about to kneel in front of him.

When she glanced at him for direction, he told her, “This is your show, sweetheart. I want you to take control,” pausing he gripped her chin steadily as he finished, “until I decide it’s my turn.” His voice became dark at the end.

Quivering at the untold vow in his words, she decided to do just what he suggested…

She took control of him. Doing all the filthy things she’d been dreaming of.

The innocent curiosity in Ev’s eyes was Casey’s undoing. She was going to unman him before he ever got the chance to bury himself inside of her velvety softness. Gripping the edge of the bed, he knew from the look in her eyes, he was about to go on one hell of a ride.