Sin City Baby

I leaned in, and while the urge to kiss him again was strong, I moved toward his ear instead. I whispered into his ear the words I'd always wanted to say to one of the McCormick men.

“I'd much rather take you upstairs and fuck you,” I said, feeling a little squeamish for admitting the truth.

My stomach tossed and turned, and for a second, I thought I might be sick again. Thankfully, the feeling passed quickly and the fires of passion between my thighs ignited, burning bright and out of control. Cason's eyes were wide, a salacious grin on his handsome face.

“Let's go,” he said, taking my hand in his.

As I took his hand and we headed upstairs, but a wave of fear washed over me. I stopped and when he looked at me, I shook my head. What was I doing?

“I'm sorry. I can't, Cason,” I said, glancing down toward the den. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Is it because your parents are home?” he asked.

I nodded. It wasn't the only reason, but it was as good a scapegoat as any at the moment. Biting my bottom lip, I stared into his deep, brown eyes and kicked myself for stopping. I wanted Cason with my whole body. But in my heart, I knew stopping was the right thing to do.

He came down the steps toward me and took my face in his big, strong hands. He stared down at me with eyes that were full of desire and yet kind and compassionate at the same time.

“You just say the word, Hailey Roberts,” he said. “Whenever you're ready, I'm more than happy to carry you upstairs and fuck your brains out.”

My knees grew weak. I stared back down at the den, then back at Cason. My sixteen-year-old self would kill me if I let Cason get away this easily, and it had been so long since someone - anyone - had looked at me the way he did.

I leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “Let's do it.”

Cason pushed me up the stairs, and although my mind screamed, asking me what in the hell I was doing, I didn't protest this time. I could feel him pressing himself into me, his erection hard and ready.

I wanted him bad.

I'd wanted him since the first time we got paired up in biology class. When the teacher announced that we'd be working together, and our eyes met over the lab table, I thought my heart was going to explode right then and there. I wasn't sure I'd survive the semester. I'd fantasiz

ed about him countless times, wishing I could say something. Wishing he'd ask me out.

Now, there we were, walking upstairs to my bedroom. My childhood bedroom with my parents were downstairs and everything. It felt like I was back in high school all over again, living out one of my fantasies. There was no way I could resist.

We reached the upstairs landing and then my bedroom door. Cason pressed me up against the door, kissing down the length of my neck as he ran his hands over my body. As he touched a sore spot on my abdomen, I jumped. He pulled back and stared at me with wide, golden eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I'm more than okay.”

I opened the door and took his hand, pulling him inside and shutting it behind us. There was no lock, never had been, so I put a chair in front of the door to give us some warning in case my parents decided to barge in.

My bedroom looked much the same as it had all those years ago. Lilac colored walls with white trim, a large window overlooking the yard. My twin bed had been replaced with a queen recently, thanks to my mom turning it into a guest room. It took up most of the room now, and Cason and I fell down onto it together.

His tongue pushed past my lips as his hands moved over my body, taking one of my breasts in his palm.

“God, I've always wanted to know what these felt like,” he said with a salacious little grin.

“You're joking, right?” I laughed.

“Not at all,” he said. “When you'd come into class with those V-neck shirts you liked wearing, I was in heaven.”

Color rose to my cheeks. “You mean, you thought of me like that back then?”

“I was a sixteen-year-old boy, Hailey – hell yeah, I did,” he said. “You were always hot, you just didn't know it.”

All those years of thinking I wasn't good enough for him, and he'd been thinking about me sexually too. Just knowing that sent a thrill throughout my body, and I kissed him harder, the fire inside of me burning out of control as my hands fumbled with his belt.

Cason lifted my sweater over my head, moving his mouth to my cleavage, dotting kisses along my bra line. I reached behind me, fighting with the clasps on my bra, and he helped me. When we got it unsnapped, I let it fall down onto the bed. My breasts were free now, and he looked at them, and then looked me in the eye, a look of pure rapture on his face.