“Okay.”
Chapter Seven
Cassie couldn’t wait to get back to Derek’s apartment and finish what they’d started. What he’d started and she intended to finish. Twice, she’d climaxed hard in his arms, and he’d expected nothing in return. She was desperate to feel him skin to skin, to give back and watch him come.
First they had to get past greeting Oscar. The dog, who she really thought was adorable, met her on his hind legs, begging for pets and kisses. She gave him plenty of each on his furry head before Derek excused himself to walk him.
Once she was alone in his apartment, she headed straight for the master bedroom, having already decided how she would welcome him when he returned. She kicked off her shoes, tucking them beneath the bench in front of the bed. She pulled off her blouse and laid it on the brown leather bench cushion, then gathered her courage and removed her bra. She moved on to her skirt and panties, folding them and placing them over the rest of her clothes.
A quick glance at the bed told her he wasn’t a multi-pillow guy, so she merely folded down the comforter and settled herself into what she hoped was an alluring position, propping herself against the headboard, one knee bent. She waited, her nerves at an all-time high as the time ticked by slowly.
According to the clock, however, he took the dog for a short walk and returned quickly, hopefully because he was as eager to resume their activities as she was.
“Oscar, bed,” she heard Derek say.
“Cass?” he called out, his footsteps growing closer, his deep voice causing her nipples to pucker into tight peaks.
She curled her fingers into the sheets. “In here,” she replied.
He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the wooden frame, taking her in. His gaze slid from her face down to her chest, lingering on her bare breasts, her stomach, pausing at her sex before moving on down to her toes. When he finished his slow perusal, he worked his way upward again.
“Wow,” he finally said, appreciation in his gaze.
The long stare gave her time for arousal to take hold, for her body to light up with sparks of need.
“You like?” she asked.
A sinful smile eased across his lips in reply. He lifted his sweater over his head, tossing it to the floor, revealing his broad, muscled chest. A light sprinkling of hair dusted his skin and traveled a path down into the waistband of his jeans, which he quickly removed, taking his underwear with them. One strong arm was tattooed, covered in a gorgeous sleeve, but her gaze quickly moved lower. At the first glance of his large erection, she swallowed hard, her entire body trembling with desire.
He wrapped a hand around his straining length and pumped his hand up and down the long shaft. A drop leaked out of the head, and it was all she could do not to moan out loud at the sight.
She patted the bed beside her. “Join me,” she said, her skin tingling with the need for his touch.
“With pleasure.” He strode over to her slowly, clearly more comfortable with his nudity than she was with hers.
He slid a hip on the bed, and then he was beside her, pulling her into his arms. His cock pressed insistently against her thigh, causing tremors of awareness to shoot through her body. The desire to feel him took hold, and she reached over, wrapping a hand around his cock.
He groaned at her touch. He was long and thick, and her sex contracted at the thought of him gliding fast and deep inside her. She took pleasure in the sleek feel of him gliding through her hands.
And when his mouth came down on hers, his tongue began to thrust and tangle with hers. She pumped her hand along his length in time to the momentum of the kiss. Her palm glided over the velvety-soft skin of his erection. Over the rigidness beneath. She couldn’t wait to feel him thrust hard inside he
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With care, she slid her thumb over the sticky pre-come on the head of his cock, and he tore his mouth from hers, gasping for breath. “Damn. I don’t know what’s better. The feel of your hand or your mouth.”
She grinned. “Decisions, decisions.” She definitely wasn’t used to having power, and she liked that she could cause this sexy, confident man to shake with need. For her.
He grasped both wrists and pushed her back against the pillow, throwing one leg over her waist and straddling her body with his stronger one. “You’re teasing a man on the edge.”
From the way his cock glided over her damp sex, leaking from the tip, he wasn’t joking.
“Far be it from me to tease you.” She lifted her hips and rocked her pelvis against his, intending to tempt him further. Instead she was tormenting herself, need washing over her in unexpected waves.
He ground his hips into her body, and he felt so good, his hips pressing into hers. “Princess, you are killing me.”
“But what a way to go, right?” she asked, her gaze holding on to his. And soon they were lost in another soul-touching, spell-binding kiss.
He gripped her wrists in his hands and rocked into her, simulating sex, his cock gliding over her clit, back and forth, over and over until she began the climb toward climax. Her body undulated beneath his, his erection rubbing against the exact right point of contact.