She bites her lip. “I think we need to talk to Blake about that, but I’m all for it. He won’t be able to manage the stairs, even if he does get feeling back in his legs. He’s not going to be running around anytime soon. However, I don’t want to just take everything away from him without discussing it first.”
“I get that, and we’ll go and talk to him about it first thing so that we can head over there straight after. We’ll drive so that we can load the truck with what you want to keep with you.”
Tears slip down her cheeks, and I cradle her beautiful face in my large hands, brushing at them with my thumbs. “Baby, please talk to me.”
“I love you.” She hiccups and knocking my hands away from her face, she wraps herself around me. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for everything you’re doing for Blake and me.”
“You never need to thank me. I’m doing it because I want to. Because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going to lie, but I’m being selfish. I want you with me, and if getting rid of your apartment in Cleveland makes that happen, then I can’t wait to help you move out and in with me.” I offer her a wry smile. “I just wish that all this was being accomplished for a different reason than your brother being in the hospital.”
“Me too.” She sighs.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.”
18
Felicity
Showered, I’m kind of disappointed that Kasey didn’t join me, but as I walk out in his team shirt, I realize he must have showered in the guest room. His eyes heat when they see me and he has to swallow a few times before he moves closer. “That suits you a lot better than it does me.” His eyes move over me in a heated caress, tightening my nipples and causing a throb between my thighs.
“You showered away from me.” I groan, pretending to be offended.
He curses and lifting me up and into his arms, he sits on the sofa with me on his lap. “You feel that?” He arches his hips against my bottom.
“I sure do.” I press against the erection that is too big to hide.
“That’s why I showered in the guest room. I want you. I always want you. Tonight we’d had plans, but then you got hurt. I don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are.”
“Not being with me is hurting me,” I admit.
Being careful with my wrist, I straddle his hips and cradle his head against my chest when I see the anguish in his gaze.
“I’m sorry. That’s the last thing I wanted.”
“I know, but please ask me next time so that we both don’t suffer, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, Kasey.” I look into the swirling blue depths of his eyes and smile. “Well, most of the time.”
“I really don’t want to screw anything up with you.”
“Talk to me and you won’t.”
“Talk, huh? So should I tell you that I’m hard and aching at the sight of you in my shirt? That all I want to do is make love to you while you wear my shirt. But after admitting all that, I’ll also admit that I’m afraid of hurting you with the strength of my feelings for you.”
“Oh, Kasey, you could never hurt me. I want everything that you do.” I smile softly. “I want everything that I saw in your gaze when you watched me hold Xander’s niece.” His eyes widen in surprise. “I want everything that I see in your eyes when you look at me.”
His hands slip beneath the shirt, cupping my bottom, before he pushes me against his erection. I smile and rock against him. “I want to ride you.”
Gripping me against him, his eyes slam shut. I don’t stop there with the teasing, and lifting the shirt above my chest, I lean against him. My hard nipples graze against his chest and Kasey shudders against me, his hands trembling.
Leaning in, I kiss his jaw and along his neck to his chest. My tongue dips out and swirls around his nipples and all the while his erection throbs, trapped between us. I’m so wet that the ache I’m feeling is building
, and having Kasey stroking my bottom isn’t helping to control my arousal.
I’m getting to the point that I need him inside of me, a place that he hasn’t been since our first time together. So sitting up, I raise my hips and with his help get his sweats down his thighs before I settle back and admire his beautiful cock. He’s long and thick, and the crown is red and leaking with his arousal.
Licking my lips, I dip my head and swirl my tongue around, tasting him. He catches his breath and his flesh jerks against my lips. Smiling, I kiss the tip before my hand wraps around him.
I lift up and placing him at my entrance, slowly slide down his length. My walls open up for him and then close tightly around his swollen shaft when he’s seated completely inside of me.
He groans and his hands grasp my hips. “Please don’t move.” He pants. “You feel so good.”