Page 50 of Hide From Me

“Hi, blossom.”

He pushed away from the counter and reached for me, pulling me into the apartment and slamming the door closed.

“What are you doing here, Cas?”

He’d grabbed my bag and set it down somewhere near the door and was backing me into the counter.

“You said I was a prick and hung up. I didn’t get to defend myself.”

He had me locked between his arms, but that wasn’t what made me feel trapped. It was the way he looked at me. The way his eyes seemed to see me and everything underneath. I never understood how he did that, but he somehow saw through me like I was glass.

“You already said I mistook your charity for sanity. Sounded like you were telling me right then and there I was the one confused. Thanks for clearing it all up.”

I tried to move away, but his arms were like vices.

“Let me go. I have things to do.”

I hated the way a little quirk of his sexy lips had me wanting to hop on this damn counter and spread my legs. All the memories from the night before were stronger, more vivid, with him here, like my body needed the scent of him to bring it all back to life.

“What things, blossom?”

I rolled my eyes.

“None of your business.”

I cringed with the way his eyes darkened, and he drew closer.

“You are my business, Rylee.”

The breath of Cas’s next words feathered along my skin and my damn core was already quivering. My pussy instantly wet for him.

Fucking hell. I took a deep breath and regretted it because all I could smell was Cas.I tried to push him away.

“Not this time. I’m going out later. I’m going to take a nap or something.”

His tongue darted out to run over his lower lip and shit, did it have my insides all tingly.

“Something? Is this something I could help with like last time?”

I gasped when one of his hands pressed between my thighs.

“I’ve never needed you before,” was all I said.

With every breath, I caught his scent, and it did things to me that I didn’t want him to see. I’d come back thinking he would be different. I’d built up this man that was from a warped trauma.

“Is that so?”

I nodded, but the damn shudder to my breathing as he pressed against the v of my thighs betrayed me.

“Well, maybe you didn’t need me. But you want me,” Cas said.

I couldn’t deny what he was saying.

“Yeah, well, I wanted that plant over there too, and look where that got him. Gerald’s a shriveled little mess. So go home, Cas. I don’t want anything one sided.”

Something changed with the set of his face as I said that, and he released my pussy. I thought maybe he would leave me, and I didn’t want to admit just how shitty that would feel, but instead, he grabbed my hand and held it to the thickness behind his pants.

“Does that feel one sided?”

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