Page 67 of Most Likely to Fear Love

She held up one of the plates. “Hey. Brought you a sandwich. Figured you could use a break.”

I dropped the hedge clippers and started towards her, my gaze fixed on the plate in her hands. It was either that or tear that negligee from her and take her on the spot. I climbed the few steps up to the deck. “You’re a lifesaver, darlin’.”

Cassidy handed me the plate, her smile soft. “Looked like hard work.”

I took the sandwich and sat back on the recliner. “You’re not wrong about that.” I took a bite, the taste of ham and cheesehitting the spot as I chewed. “I was hungry enough to eat a horse.”

“I hope it’s okay.” She sat down on the edge of the deck, watching me, her eyes lingering on the sweat glistening on my arms.

I took another bite. “It’s perfect.”

Cassidy’s smile widened a bit, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Glad to hear it.”

I let her eat her sandwich for a while, making sure she was well and truly relaxed, before I said, “Now, tell me something.”

“Mmm?”

“How is it that until this morning, you’ve never come during sex?”

I knew the blush was coming. Even braced myself for it. But still, it made my dick twitch and my heart squeeze all at the same time.

She wouldn’t look at me as she went back to eating her sandwich, just shrugged.

“Cassidy?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not used to... enjoying it like that. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you.”

Another shrug.

“Do you come when you’re by yourself?”

More blushing. Fucking adorable.

“Cassidy?” I prompted again when she didn’t answer.

Clearly, she was having trouble getting her words out, but she nodded.

“Okay. Good. How about you come over here.”

That got me a look. I returned it, my gaze steady on hers, letting her know that it wasn’t really a request. She placed the plate carefully on the deck and pushed to her feet, closing the distance between us.

Cassidy stood before me, her eyes darting between mine and the ground. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgeted with the hem of her negligee. My heart ached for her, but I knew what she needed.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I dragged her into my lap. Before she could overthink it, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her tight against me, crushing my lips to hers in a searing kiss. She gasped, opening her lips for me. I took full advantage, swirling my tongue into her mouth. I kissed her until she was melting against me, her fingers in my hair and her breath ragged.

“Now…” I shifted her so she was facing away from me, her back to my chest. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

“What? Here?”

“Yes, darlin’. right here. Show me what feels good for you.”

She was rigid with tension. “I... I can’t.”

“You can.” I kept my voice steady, though seeing her this vulnerable made my chest ache. “I’m right here.”

“Harle...” Her voice trembled, and she tried to pull away. I could practically feel the war going on inside her, the desire to flee warring with something else.

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