Page 7 of Let it Ignite
“I’m sorry,” she stammers, her fingers twisting in the hem of an oversized t-shirt, her gaze darting down, then back up, like she doesn’t know where to look. “I heard a noise... scratching... I got scared.”
I glance down and spot Rusty, my fat, ginger cat, winding his way around my ankles, his green eyes fixed on Cassie like she’s the most interesting thing he’s seen in his nine lazy lives.
I let out a rough chuckle, my hands still on her shoulders. “That’s just Rusty. He’s harmless. Bit of a sneak, but harmless.”
She gives him a scratch behind the ears. “Nice to meet you, Rusty.” She stands back up and lets out a nervous little laugh, her fingers still twisting in her shirt, and then her eyes drift down, freeze, and stay there.
I follow her gaze, realizing too late that my wet hair, bare chest, and track pants leave nothing to the imagination. My cock is rock hard, the thick, swollen ridge pressing against the thin fabric, making my arousal impossible to ignore.
Her cheeks darken, her lips part, and she looks up, her eyes wide and a little shy, like she’s trying to decide if this is something she should be looking at, if this is something she should be thinking about.
She swallows, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her fingers tightening in the fabric of her shirt. Her gaze drops again, then drags back up to my face, and she whispers, her voice soft, a little breathless, “Are you... um... are you hard... for me?”
My pulse slams into overdrive, my grip tightening on her shoulders, and I force myself to breathe, to think, to keep my head on straight.
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice rough. “You seem to have that effect on me, baby girl.”
Her cheeks flush darker, and she hesitates, her eyes still locked on mine, her fingers still twisting in her shirt, and then she whispers, her voice small, shaky, “Would you... maybe... want to... show me?”
I blink, my throat tight, my pulse thundering, my hands flexing on her shoulders. “My cock?” I choke out, the words slipping out before I can stop them, my brain short-circuiting, every rational thought I have flying out the window. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” she whispers, her eyes still locked on the bulge between my legs, her cheeks still flushed. “I’ve never... seen one. But I’ve always been curious.” She points vaguely in the direction of my dick, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I freeze, my eyes locked on hers, my pulse thundering in my ears, the air between us thick, heavy, charged.
She’s standing so close, her bare legs brushing my thighs, her small, trembling hands twisting in the hem of her shirt, her wide, nervous eyes locked on mine.
“I don’t think I should..”
“Hear me out,” she says, interrupting me.
“I’m listening,” I say, my voice rough, my jaw tight, every muscle in my body coiled tight, every instinct screaming at me to close the distance, to drag her against me, to take, to claim, to own.
“In a few days, I have my audition. If I get it, which I know I will, I’m moving to LA.” She swallows, her pulse fluttering in her throat, her fingers tightening in the fabric of her shirt. “So I was thinking... maybe we could... you know... we could do it. Because I have nothing to lose.”
The words hit me like a gut punch, my heart slamming into my ribs, my brain short-circuiting, every rational thought I have flying out the window.
“You want me to be your first?” I rasp, the words rough, raw, my control hanging by a thread.
She nods, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts. “I just... I don’t want to leave without... without knowing what it feels like. To be... wanted. To be... touched. To be... taken.”
I stare at her, my chest tight, my jaw clenched, my hands itching to grab, to hold, to drag her against me, to bury myself inside her, to claim her, to make her mine.
I swallow hard and take a step closer, my eyes locked on hers. “You’re sure about this?”
She hesitates, then nods. “I’m sure. I want you to be my first.”
“Cassie,” I rasp, my voice rough. “I don’t take what’s not freely given.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Iamdoing this freely.”
“I don’t know that once I have you, I’ll…”
She presses a finger to my lips, her touch light but firm, cutting off my words. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s just focus on tonight.”
I let out a low growl, my grip tightening on her hips as I pull her against me, the thin fabric of her t-shirt brushing my bare chest, her soft, warm body molding to mine.
“You want this?” I whisper against her mouth. “You want me to be the first man inside you?”
