And then she straddled him and sealed her lips over his.
* * *
Cassidy’s heart broke for the boy who hadn’t yet been a man when his best friend died. And his father’s actions, well-meaning or not, had left Dash feeling responsible for Billy’s death. She hated seeing Dash broken and hurting and wanted nothing more than to take his pain away.
The moment their mouths connected, he thrust his hand into her hair and kissed her back like he needed her to breathe. She’d do anything she could to make this moment easier, even allowing him to lose himself in her body.
After watching him perform, she’d been on edge, her pulse pounding to the beat of the music, her blood hot as his voice flowed through her. If not for Heather’s interruption, Cassidy would have jumped him the moment they’d come home and she’d gotten him alone.
But that would have been a hot moment of sex because she’d been so turned on. Now it was more because she was willingly allowing her emotions to be involved. Refusing to question herself or bring up all the reasons giving in to her feelings was a bad idea, she slid her fingers through his hair and tugged, kissing him with everything she possessed.
A deep rumble came from his chest, and he pulled away, only to reach for the neck of his shirt with one hand and yank it over his head.
“I need to feel your skin against mine,” he said, going for her buttons next.
His fingers were large and it took longer than she would have liked, but she couldn’t deny how sexy it was to watch him undress her. His big, tanned hands fumbling with the tiny buttons, finally making progress.
She shimmied the silk over her shoulders and the blouse fell onto the bed. His gaze dropped to the swells of her breasts, and she quickly unhooked her bra, letting it join the pile of clothes on the mattress.
His gaze never left hers as he rose and undid his jeans, stripping naked. Maneuvering on the bed, she managed to do the same, desire a living, pulsing thing inside her.
She urged him to stretch out, patting the pillows lined up along the headboard. His abs flexed and muscles moved until he was propped against them, his thick cock standing at attention, waiting for her to taste.
And she leaned down to do just that.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a desire-roughened voice.
She looked up at him. “You’re stressed and I’m about to give you the release you need so you can relax.”
“You being here makes things better.”
And she knew by the intense look on his face, he meant what he said.
Her gaze never leaving his, she leaned over and licked at the creamy pre-come on the head of his cock, and he let out a low groan.
“But I’m not coming alone,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows, unsure what he intended. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. He knifed up, showing the utter perfection of his abs, grabbed her beneath her arms, and pulled her against him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he buried his head in the nook of her shoulder and neck, shuddering as they clung together.
“Skin to skin, remember?” he asked.
His solid body aligned with hers, and that warm contact was everything she hadn’t known she needed.
“Better,” he murmured.
“Much,” she agreed, savoring the long hug.
He eased back, his hands on her forearms. “Now, stretch out, put your sexy pussy by my face, and you can do what you want to me … there.” He gestured to his thick erection, his husky tone all but daring her to do as he asked.
Knowing what was in store for her if she listened, she shifted and slid down so she was looking at his erection and he had access to her needy sex. Before she could grasp his erection in her hand, he slapped one side of her ass, the sting a shock to her system. One that soon turned to a warm burn of need when he smacked the other cheek, then pressed his cooler hand to her sensitive flesh.
“Are you good?” he asked, kissing first one cheek, then the other, soothing the sting.
Was she? He’d taken her off guard, but a simmering heat danced between her thighs and moisture pooled there. “Yes. I’m good.”
With a little maneuvering, she got into a comfortable position and took him into her mouth at the same time his tongue licked over her sex. Oh, God. She arched toward him, shamelessly asking for more, and he willingly complied.
How was she going to focus on him when he’d started sucking and licking everywhere and the warm, wet slide of his lips felt so good? But she was nothing if not determined, and she grasped his length and sucked him in deep.