Page 92 of Casita Casanova
As if he feels me staring at him, his green eyes fly open, dark with lust as he meets my gaze. “I’ve been waiting for you to touch me like that.”
“Like what?” I whisper, running my hands from his throat to his waist and back up again. I can’t get enough of him.
“Like you’re hungry for me.”
My nostrils flare and I almost respond, because I’m so fucking hungry for this man I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied—and he deserves to hear me say so—but then his hands are on my face, and the look in his eyes goes from heated to cocky again. He already knows.
Cupping my face, he caresses my lips with his thumb, biting down on his bottom lip as he focuses on my mouth. Then he smiles slowly. “I’ve surprised you.”
“You have,” I admit quietly.
Shaking his head, he whispers reverently, “You’ve surprised me too, Maryn.” He slips his hands beneath my dress, reaching up to caress my nipples with his thumbs. “You’re so sexy. I’ve never…” He shakes his head. “I’m no angel…”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’ve gathered as much.”
“But you… I’ve never felt like this… like…” His brow creases as he works out whatever’s on his mind.
My head falls back on a gasp as he pinches each tip, sending a shock of want shooting south. He lowers his head, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and sending another rush of liquid heat pooling between my legs. “I want you so much,” he murmurs against my flesh.
I drag my hand through his golden hair, massaging his head as his mouth and tongue do delicious things to my ear. “I want you too.”
With a low growl, he stands abruptly, then wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up off the counter, turning us toward the hallway. I kiss up his neck, then claim his mouth as he walks us to the bedroom. Between us, his erection grows, pressing into me in the most delightful way. I rotate my hips, trying to get more of him where my body craves him most and he moans, but I capture the sound with my mouth the way he’s captured me.
All of me.
Even if this ends tomorrow, he’s changed me.
I’ll never be the same after this week with Cas.
And I don’t want to be. I never want to go back to the woman I was before he walked into my life and spent five short days turning my world on its head.
Releasing my mouth, he drags his lips down my throat, kissing and teasing me with gentle nips of his teeth as he presses his cock harder between my legs. I whimper and he chuckles softly, a self-satisfied sound that only makes me want him more.
When he reaches my bed, he bends to lower me onto it, then steps back, holding my gaze as he starts to tug his running shorts down. Anticipation fills me with so much giddy energy that it takes everything in me not to giggle like a school girl.
But when he’s stripped down and standing naked before me, there’s absolutely nothing to giggle about.
I am now a firm believer in the power of manifestation.Thank you, Danielle.
He bends back over me, nipping at my throat as he tugs my dress up, then pulls it over my head and buries his face back into the crook of my neck, hands finding my breasts and massaging them with a greedy firmness that’s felt deep in my core.
“Maryn,” he whispers against my throat.
“Mm,” I murmur, tilting my head to the side to allow him better access to my neck.
He licks a trail up my throat to my ear, then teases my earlobe with his tongue, sending a quick rush of liquid desire pooling between my legs. His lips move against my ear as he says, “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
I giggle with anticipation and he pulls back, smiling down at me with that smile I’ve come to desire almost as much as I desire him.
His eyes soften thoughtfully. “I never want to forget the way you look at me.”
I smile up at him because I know exactly what he means, but the movement is quickly replaced with a gasp when he bends quickly and claims my breast. His tongue flicks against my nipple as he sucks on the soft flesh, and my back arches to push up into his hungry mouth. He splays one hand across my back, holding me to his mouth as he sucks hard, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain to my core, then he releases my breast and moves to the other, giving it the same maddening treatment that arches my back and curls my toes.
When he’s finished, he stands up again, smiling at his handiwork. Both breasts are flushed and peaked into hard tips, and I’m panting from the intense want coursing through my veins. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, then flattens his hand over my collar bone and trails his palm down between my breasts, over my stomach, and down over my panties, stopping between my legs and firmly cupping my heated center. I open my legs for him and he smirks, then removes his hand and climbs on top of me, his thick shaft jutting out between our bodies.
“I can’t believe you ever tried to pretend you didn’t want me.”
Then his lips are on mine again, and his cock presses between my legs, drawing whimpers from my lips that he captures with each motion of his mouth. He kisses me slowly, firmly, claiming me with each stroke, each thrust of his hips between my legs, until I can’t hold still, the need for him a pulsing, overwhelming, palpable thing that takes over my movements. My hips rock against his, my hands claw at his back, tug at his hair. I return his kiss with even more hunger. With desperation.
