Page 62 of The Captain

“It would hurt you more if I lied, Sunshine, and I can never lie to you.”

Like we’re drawn to each other, she leaned into me, and I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, reveling in the moment between the two of us. I wanted to draw the moment out for as long as I could, to make this time stretch between us so it never had to end.

Having Cassie here in my arms was more than I could have ever dreamed of. All those months we spent bickering, me pushing her buttons and her pushing right back—all that time we could have had together if we’d just spoken and gotten our heads together—made this moment here even more special.

Cassie was it for me. Whether I’d known it for a while or it was just suddenly hitting me didn’t matter; what mattered was I knew what my future held.

Because if it didn’t have Cassie, then it had no one.

She suddenly stood from the couch, grabbing my hand and encouraging me up. My hands found her waist as she walked backward, grabbing the vase of flowers I brought for her and going into her room.

She was a huge romantic, and bringing her flowers brightened her smile every time.

She set them on her desk, and I closed her door as she dragged her tank top over her head, revealing what I already knew was underneath her shirt. Nothing.

I held in a moan at the sight before me, Cassie’s soft blonde hair down and running over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Her shorts came off next, revealing tiny lacy black panties that had me wishing I was on top of her right now.

She walked forward, her hands going to my shoulders, her breasts pressing against my chest, and my calloused hands traced over the skin of her back and down to her ass, bringing her as close as possible to me.

Her hands smoothed down my shirt and grabbed the hem, hitching it over my shoulders and head so our skin could touch. A shiver racked over her body at the contact, and I pulled her to me, warming her up with my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sunshine,” I said, my voice rough with want.

Her eyes fluttered as she looked at me and said, “I want you.”

And that was all it took for me to have that bit of control snap.

I shoved my shorts down, my underwear falling with it, and lifted her up into my arms, holding her tight to me.

She giggled as I lifted her, and I smiled at the sound, turning so my back was to the bed before I sat, her knees resting on either side of my hips.

I leaned forward, placing kisses under her jaw, down her neck and onto her collarbone before reaching her chest.

Her breaths increased, letting me explore every inch I could reach with my lips.

She slid her legs down and slipped her panties off, letting me see all of her. I could stare at her forever and never tire of it.

I leaned back, reaching for her nightstand where I knew protection was, because I put it there and got myself together as she climbed over me, crawling toward me like the temptress she was. There was barely a breath taken before she laid on top of me, ignoring the erection that poked her in the belly and trailed her lips over my torso, kissing every ab indentation, making my skin pebble and my hips jerk up at the action.

She tortured me, and I would have gladly died that way.

Finally, her lips trailed up my neck, and I couldn’t wait another minute as she finally took my lips with her own. I had both hands on each side of her head, holding her to me, telling her with each kiss how much I needed her.

I did need her.

Life without her wouldn’t be possible anymore. I didn’t fully understand it, but it was the truth.

She raised her hips, and finally—finally—she settled over me, making me groan louder than I ever have before. I was on the brink already, moving in her like a man possessed, and she smiled down at me like she knew she owned every bit of me.

Which is fair because she absolutely did.

She moved at her own pace, making me match her own as she tortured me slowly, drawing out our movements as she saw fit.

She was a goddess.

We didn’t speak; we didn’t need to. We held each other’s eyes until we reached the peak, and we couldn’t keep them open a minute longer, and then she collapsed on me, out of breath.

I held her to me for long minutes before I got up, slipping my shorts on while I ran to the bathroom in case my sister came waltzing in.

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