Page 73 of Casita Casanova
But when she turns back around, and her smile is turned upside down and she has that cute little wrinkle between her eyes, I realize it might be too goddamn late for me.
Which is absurd. I’ve not even known her a full week.
And I’ve literallyneverbeen in love.
Tearing my eyes away from hers, I look at the glass, then laugh. “What happened?”
“It’s all head.”
I purse my lips and close my eyes.I fucking wish it was.With a deep breath, I step over to her. I need to focus on one thing at a time, and right now that’s teaching Maryn how to pour a beer so that dipshit Greg doesn’t fire her from her first job in twenty years. I grab the glass and set it down, replacing it with a fresh one. Then I motion toward the tap. “Okay, show me.”
She bends slightly at the waist, then tips the glass too much and pours the beer. She also only pulls the tap down about half of the way it needs to go, so she’s filling a glass with foam.
“All right. I see the problem.” I grab the first glass, shake it out over the sink, then squat in front of the kegerator and show her. “See? You pull the tap about this far, tip the glass about this far, then watch the beer as you fill the glass, because you have to straighten the glass as the beer reaches the top. See what I mean?” I hold up the pint and she nods, smiling as she takes it from my hand and brings it to her lips.
I stand and step out of the way. “Show me again.”
She hands me the glass, and my hand slides over hers. Her eyes flash with desire, then travel down my body slowly, before she finally grabs the other glass, walks to the sink and dumps it out.
Closing my eyes against the heat she just pumped into my dick with that heated gaze, I down the ice-cold beer. Lord knows I need somethingcold.
She’s fucking with me. Hard.
Soon I won’t be able to be responsible for my actions.
She steps back in front of me, then bends over the kegerator. Her ass brushes against my cock and Thor jumps up to volunteer as tribute.
“Maryn,” I growl as I take a step back.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
Fuck, how can she make the most innocent question sound so fucking inviting?
I grab her hips and spin her toward me. I can’t hold back any longer. I grab the glass with one hand, while the other cups her cheek and tilts her face up to mine. I search her eyes, pleading with her not to push me away. I lean forward, brush my lips against hers once, twice.
Her free hand flies to my waist, gripping my hip.
I smile as I drag my tongue against the seam of her lips, then she opens up to me and I thrust my tongue inside, running it up the length of hers and moaning at the sweet taste of her mouth. It’s everything I imagined and more. I pull the glass from her hand and place it behind her, then grab her ass, holding her to me as I kiss her hard enough to make her forget her hang ups.
I want her to forget how old I am.
How old she is.
How different we are.
Her ex.
Everything before this moment, I want to kiss it out of her. I slide my right hand up her head and dig my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss along her jaw. She’s salty from the beach and I can’t get enough of her fucking skin.
“Cas,” she pants, her hands gripping and grasping me as they travel all over my back, arms, and torso, like she can’t get enough of me either.
I break our kiss and reach both hands down to that crease where ass meets thigh, then I haul her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m so fucking hard for her; I want her to know what she does to me. I tighten my grip on her ass and yank her harder against me.
Her whimper turns into a moan, the sound so fucking sexy I want to hear it again and again. I break the kiss to look for the doorway into the living room, then head in that direction, holding her with one hand while the other feels along the wall. I can’t stop tasting her mouth long enough to watch where I’m going, so my hand will have to do as a guide.
She reaches up, pressing her forearm into my shoulders so she can push herself up and then guide herself back down along the length of my hard cock, whimpering again at the connection.
We bump into a wall, so I press her against it, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while I lower her legs to the floor.
