Page 77 of Most Likely to Fear Love

When we reached the cabin, I sat down on the wide recliner on the deck, sinking into it with a sigh. Cassidy followed, hesitating for a moment before sitting down next to me. She was close enough that her warmth seeped through the space between us. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over me.

Cassidy shifted next to me, then went still. When she moved again, her leg brushed against mine. Was she edging closer to me? Unable to resist, I laid my hand on her leg, just above the stocking and circled gently with my thumb.

The wind rustling through the trees was nice, as was the water lapping at the shore. Very peaceful. Cassidy wasn’t feeling it though, that’s for sure. More shifting around, then huffing. She settled for a few moments, then moved again so that her leg was flush with mine.

Something was clearly bothering her and as much as I wanted her to just come out and say it, that obviously wasn’t going to happen. So I turned my head slightly, opening one eye and squinting at her.

“You got ants in your pants, or something?”

She kept her eyes downcast, toying with the hem of the negligee. “No, I just figured...”

I needed both eyes open for this. “You figured what?”

“That you would, um, have made a move on me by now.”

The blush slayed me, every fucking time. As did the confused frown. Beyond adorable. “So you’re all antsy because you want me to fuck you, but I haven’t made the move.”

“Um, yeah. Something like that.”

“You can just say so, you know.”

“Really?” The shadow of doubt in her eyes hurt me, though.

“Of course. Free use for me doesn’t mean no use for you. Shoot your shot, darlin’.”

She hesitated for only a moment before dragging in a breath, squaring her shoulders and climbing into my lap, straddling me.

I had to grit my teeth against the surge of heat that slammed into me. Her eyes met mine, a mix of nervousness and desire swirling in their depths.

“How’s this?”

I nodded, running my hands up her thighs, to her hips. “You’re doing well so far.”

She leaned in, hesitating for just a moment before pressing her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as I pulled her closer. My hands slid up her back, feeling the silky material of the negligee beneath my fingers.

Cassidy’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as she ground her hips against mine. I groaned into her mouth, my grip on her tightening. When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Cass.” I trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.

My hands found the hem of her negligee, slowly pushing it up her thighs. “This what you had in mind?”

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Harle.”

I smiled, enjoying the way she squirmed in my lap. “Well, since you asked so nicely...”

My hands continued their journey upwards, pushing the negligee higher. Cassidy lifted her arms, allowing me to pull it off completely. I tossed it aside, drinking in the sight of her in the crotchless panties, suspenders and stockings.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, my hands roaming over her newly exposed skin. I went to pull her close so I could kiss her, but she slapped her hands on my chest, stopping me.

“Uh uh. I’m in charge.”

Grinning at her, I held my hands up in surrender. “Off you go, then.”

Cassidy ran her hands down my chest, her fingers feather-light, sending little sparks of electricity dancing over my skin. I sucked in a breath as she reached the hem of my shirt, her hands sliding underneath.

“Arms up.”

I did as I was told and with a smooth movement, she lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

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