Page 19 of Hooking

“Are you done?” he says as he adjusts himself in his seat. I nod, giving him the go ahead. “I meant what I said last night, Cassidy. You’ll have me as long as you wish. I fucked up that night in the hotel room when I told you it was a mistake. The truth is, everything that happened after that night was a mistake. The woman. You and Vince. I was just so goddamn nervous of having my heart broken again that I deflected.” His blue eyes bore into mine. “You’re the only one for me, Cassidy. Whether you’re ready for it now or five years down the line. But no matter how long I have to wait, I will.”

My lips slightly part as I watch his eyes roam my body. My chest rises and falls as the smallest whimper releases from me.

Reveling in the fact that he wants me. All of me.

My hands slide to the sides of his face as I bring his mouth to mine. Running my tongue along his bottom lip, begging for entry, to taste him.

He lets out a primal growl as he moves his hand to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. His hands move between us, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me to a straddle on his lap. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He is everything. As perfect as I remember. My curves fit against him like we’ve always been made for each other.

My legs tighten around his waist, locking as I rub my throbbing heat on his dick hard beneath his athletic shorts.

A moan escapes from my lips as his tongue glides against mine, fighting for dominance. I rock against him, releasing his mouth every so often as he works his way down my neck, my breath coming out in pants as my need to take more of him grows to an uncomfortable level.

Supporting my weight, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the table before clearing its contents onto the patio. My back hits the metal surface as our needs for more grow restless. His hands snake up my sides, working their way under my robe, rubbing the smooth skin heating underneath.

“Fuck,” he growls as lips find mine again. “Could you be any more perfect, Cass? Already so wet and ready for me,” he says, as his fingers rub against the scrap of lace covering my wet folds.

“What are you going to do about it?” I tease as I run my teeth down the hollow of his neck, while he works to free the tie on my robe, freeing my bare breasts. A shallow curse leaves his lips as he looks up to the sky, as if he’s holding back all restraint.

“Mhmm,” he moans as he pulls my pert pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud before gently tugging it between his teeth. My entire body arches off the metal table as he moves to the other, giving it the same attention. “I can think of a few things.”

And just like every thought I had about running from him vanishes.

He works his way down my body. Caressing. Kissing. Sucking every sensitive piece of skin. The same electricity I felt that night in the hotel room, that I felt last night, retches through my body.

Thrilling. Powerful. Unstoppable.

Channing Halloway.

My best friend.

Mine.

‘For as long as you’ll have me.’ His words echo inside my head, slightly distracting me from the pleasure.

His mouth meets my slick heat in a gentle kiss before he darts out his tongue, lapping at my juices. My breath comes out in pants as I arch completely off the table, his hand pressing down gently at my center to steady me.

“Easy, Cass. I got you,” he says, as he works a finger into my tight hole. Thrusting gently in and out as his mouth latches onto my clit. Sucking and nibbling at the bundle of nerves.

He adds a second finger as he gently increases his thrust, and I feel my walls tighten from my impending orgasm. His thumb presses down on my clit, working it in circles as he adds a third finger. My stomach clenches at the sensation. His mouth meets mine in a heated kiss as I moan out my climax. My walls clench tightly around his fingers as he works me down gently.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” he says, before removing his fingers from my tight folds, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my taste off them.

Yeah. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen done.

My hand moves to the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his thick thighs. I move to the end of the table, ready to drop to my knees before this Adonis, ready to take him into my mouth when he grabs my wrists and steadies them behind my back.

“Not yet,” he says, running his nose down the length of my jaw. “Not until I’ve had you riding my cock and screaming my name.”

A shudder runs through me as I realize this is just the beginning. Laying me back down on the table, he moves my arm above my head. Removing the belt from my robe, he ties it tightly around my wrists, securing it to the metal frame.

I look down as his fingers working their way inside, fucking me. Moaning wildly, I fight against the restraints, ready to dig my nails into his muscular back. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers,” he says, before lowering his mouth to my nipples. Licking and sucking them until I’m a panting mess, moaning out his name.

My breath is ragged as I shift slightly, my gaze holding onto his as he lines his swollen tip at my wet entrance.

“Goddamn, Cass,” he hisses as he moves an inch into my wet heat. Our mouths meet as he moves an inch further, until he fills me to the hilt, steadying my hips with one hand while the other grips my ass. His thrusts are slow at first, carnal and primal as he moves in and out. “So fucking tight and wet for me,” he groans as his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

My breath rushes from me as I moan out my agreement at the build of another orgasm.

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