“Well?” she asks, pulling away to grab some cotton wool.
Wetting it with the hydrogen peroxide, she then dabs it around my nose.
Fuck that shit stings like a bitch! My hands tighten around her thighs and she brings herself closer, opening them up so I fit between them.
“You,” I tell her.
“Me? Why on earth would the pair of you fight over me?” Discarding the bloodstained cotton wool, she retrieves a fresh wad.
“Have you met your brother?” I watch her soak the white clump with some more peroxide water before she squeezes the excess off into the sink.
“I see.” Her jaw clenches as she hisses the words. “Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told when she begins to press the moist wool to my cheekbone. Her breathing hiccups once and then again, and I know she’s upset.
My chest tightens in a way that’s impossible to express coherently. My throat swells and the air in my lungs thickens.
When I open my eyes, my heart—an organ I don’t use for anything other than keeping myself alive—cracks for her. “Cass.”
“It’s okay.” Her watery smile trembles as she continues cleaning my face. “I get it, Christopher had words with you…”
“Excuse me?” Batting her hand away from my face, instant regret chokes my anger. “Who do you think I am?”
There’s nothing but loaded silence and when her red rimmed eyes meet mine, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth like she’s speechless or baffled.
It fucking guts me, that she thinks I’m that guy that will walk away because her brother or anyone else threatens me.
Anchoring my hands on the counter on either side of her hips, I lean over her, so she sees and feels nothing other than me. It works, because she looks up at me with wide eyes and her breathing all over the place. I like that. I like the affect I have on her—it evens the playing field.
“You listen to me, and you listen good.” My heart thumps loudly in my chest at the way she shrinks back. “I’m a twenty-seven-year-old man, I do not take orders from anyone, about anything. Much less from Christopher when it comes to you. You are the only one that can keep me away, and even then, I will put up the biggest goddamn fight. Got it?”
“Yes,” she breathes heavily. “So you still want me?”
Is she for fucking real?
My dick is so hard right now, from just being this close to her, that with the way I’m leaning over her it’s rubbing on her thigh.
“Yes, Cassandra, I want you.”
She swallows at the same time as I straighten, and the head of my covered cock traces up the inside of her thigh. Her body shudders as it presses to her boxer shorts covered cunt.
God, she feels so fucking hot even through the layers between us. My dick throbs, asking for more and her deep tremulous moan chips away at my waning control.
Her lips crush to mine with desperate need and it brings our bodies so close that I can feel the contours of her pussy on the tip of my erection.
“Leo…” Striding up my arms, her hands then cup my neck.
I am a breadth away from ripping everything that’s between us and burying myself inside her with the way she’s squirming. The only thing stopping me is the knowledge that she’s innocent to all this. And her knees are too scuffed to beg for anything today.
Her breathing becomes louder as I kiss down her neck. Licking and nipping at the bruised skin. She’s toxic with her trembling body and breathy pants, her blushing skin is like an open invite to a heavenly feast.
Pulling her leg up, I prop her foot on my hip and when I grind into her, my hand kneading her arse at the same time, her head falls back with her struggle for breath.
Yeah, this is the closest to heaven I’ve ever been.
With her eyes closed, her mouth gaping and her chest heaving, she’s the picture of pure fucking lust. Her long, messy hair cascades behind her and the hollow of her throat is sucked in as my cock presses to her clit. She’s fucking looking for more friction with every circle of her hips and as she finds it, she bites down on her plump lip like it’s too much.
I feel like some teenage kid, humping his long-time crush. Except she’s more than that…Cassandra Sinclair is mine.