I bite my lip. “Okay.”
He turns my head, lifting it so he can press a kiss under my jaw. I don’t miss the way his hand gently shifts to my throat. My pulse pounds in my ears, a different kind of heat pouring through me. There’s no pressure in his fingers, but just having his hand there at all , the dominance that it sends sinking through me, thrills me.
“You are stunning,” he says quietly. “I’ve waited years to see all of you, and you’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy worshipping every inch of your body, over and over again, until you’re screaming. And whoever made you feel that you weren’t good enough was wrong. And he should be ashamed that he ever made you feel that way.”
Tears prick my eyes as he covers my mouth with a kiss, deep and hot and making it plain that he’s only just started with me. I shudder as he rolls over my body, and pulling me up to the top of the bed. He settles me on the pillows there, and the sight of him looking down at me, it brings a feeling of déjà vu. Him looking down at me in the woods and also what I imagined that this would be like. It’s so, so much better.
“Do you believe me?”
I take a shaky breath. “I know you believe it,” I say. “It might take me some time.”
Casey smiles. “I’m happy to help with that. Get comfortable. You’re going to be here a while. I just got my hands on your body, and I intend on learning it. Thoroughly.”
He grabs my hands, spreading them wide and pinning them to the bed as he kisses me again. Arousal shoots through my body like a flood, and I can’t help but moan. Casey pulls back, curiosity in his eyes. He presses harder on my hands, and I gasp.
His mouth turns up into a grin. “Interesting.”
“Is it?” I bite my lip.
“Very.” There’s dark promise in his eyes, and deep in my belly I desperately hope that I get to experience whatever fantasy he’s weaving in his mind.
But I can’t think about that right now because Casey’s lips are on my skin. Drifting across my collarbones and up my neck to the line of my jaw. The soft curve where my breast meets my chest—a place I never imagined could be as erotic as he makes it feel.
His hands release mine and drag up my arms, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingers until his hands are on my ribs and he is moving downward. “I wondered if your nipples were the same color as your lips,” he says softly before licking across my skin and making that same nipple shiver into hardness. “They’re darker.”
Casey grazes his teeth over my already hard skin as he moves his mouth to my other breast and consumes it entirely. “Is that a good thing?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans. “They’re fucking gorgeous.”
Heat flushes up my chest and I blush. I’ve blushed more with Casey in the last half hour than I did with Tyler in our entire relationship. I don’t want to think about him, but every second that passes the comparisons get more and more staggering. Who was I? Why did I stay so long and think that I was actually happy?
Not once did he ever take the time to examine me like this. To explore me. Not even in the beginning when it was new and exciting, and I think he actually was happy with me. It was never like this.
Casey sinks down my body, dragging his along mine so that I’m incredibly aware of the way that he’s moving. His hands are so big as they rub down my ribs. I’ve never been so aware of my own bones before. Or of my belly button when he stops to kiss me there.
I squirm underneath him, suddenly self-conscious again. I’m curvy. I don’t have a body like Andi does, and that’s what men want. I’m soft in all the wrong places, and one of those places his mouth is touching.
But Casey doesn’t seem to notice that I’m not what I should be. He takes the same amount of time with that part of me as everything else. I groan when he skips my hips entirely, moving down to my legs and massaging them with strong hands. When he pushes his fingers into the balls of my feet, I nearly have an orgasm right then. “Oh, fuck.”
“Like that?”
I smile down at him. “Little known secret, it’s a rare woman that doesn’t like her feet rubbed. Or whatever the hell you call what you’re doing right now.”
His low chuckle drips desire into me. “Noted.” He presses his thumb into the sensitive arch of my foot, and God, it feels good. The other foot gets exactly the same treatment. “I think you’re in the wrong career.”