Page 7 of The List
If I thought there was a chance Cassie would punch me in the crotch for being a presumptuous asshole, my fear dissolves the second my lips touch hers.
So does she. Dissolve, I mean. It’s like the girl liquefies in my arms, wrapping herself around me and practically falling onto my lap. It’s a shock after her earlier shyness.
But instead of making me feel bold and in control, having Cassie straddling me leaves me undone. I’m breathing like I’ve just done eight dozen pushups, and my heart feels like it’s having a seizure in my chest. I’m not used to being so affected by a woman—any woman—so the whole thing has me reeling.
I break the kiss and come up for air, mostly just to get my bearings. “Is this okay?”
Hey, I’m all about consent.
“Um,” she says, and lunges for me again.
I’ll take that as a “yes.”
She’s kissing me with surprising hunger, grinding our bodies together where the thin cotton of her yoga pants meets the hard seam of my jeans. My dick responds like she’s called it by name and offered a Scooby Snack, and I realize I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in ages. God, what is it about this woman?
My hands slide under the hem of her sweatshirt, which is soft from wear. Not as soft as she is, though. I realize this while my palms devour her bare skin, and I’m touching her like a horny teenager sliding into second for the first time. I order myself to go slow, but the way she writhes when I unhook her bra makes me think she has other ideas.
“That feels good.” She breaks the kiss to lean back and smile. She seems to hesitate for a second, and I get the sense she wasn’t kidding earlier. This really isn’t her normal MO.
But the hesitation evaporates in an instant as she reaches down to yank the sweatshirt off over her head. The bra goes with it, and suddenly I’m eye level with the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these under that massive sweatshirt,” I murmur, moving my hands up to cup them.
Cassie sighs and arches her back as I suck one nipple into my mouth. She groans aloud, and I try to remember if I’d pegged her as the noisy type when I thought about this back in my shop.
And let’s be honest—I did think about this. I thought about it even more after I read that damn list. Does it make me a pig that I came here tonight hoping maybe, just maybe, there was a chance things might end up like this?
But never like this. This is hella more intense than I imagined. I’m drunk with desire, still kissing her like my life depends on it.
I slide my palms around her back and draw her closer, gliding my mouth to her other nipple. She sucks in a breath, and I feel her grind harder against me. My dick is screaming to get out of my pants, but I rein myself in and focus on her breasts. This woman is delicious. My tongue makes slow circles around her areola while I tease the other nipple with the pad of my thumb.
By the time I’ve played with her for a good five minutes, she’s panting like she just chased the ice cream truck for ten blocks.
“Please,” she moans.
She doesn’t articulate what she wants, but I have a pretty good idea. Should I make her spell it out? Urge her to talk dirty, just to prove she can do it?
Who knew shy girls could be such a turn-on?
“Please what?” I murmur against the underside of her breast.
“Please—”
The word is more urgent this time, and I can tell she’s about to burst. Still, I want to hear her say it.
“What do you want, Cassie?”
She gives a small groan, and I can’t tell if it’s frustration or pleasure. Maybe both. I flick my tongue over her nipple again. “Tell me, Cassie. Tell me what you’d like me to do to you. I want to hear you say it.”
She sits back and takes a deep breath. Those green eyes flash with fire as she stares at me with such intensity, I feel my chest contract. “Please fuck me.”
Her cheeks go pink, and I can tell she’s surprised by her own boldness. The words send a lightning bolt straight to my libido, but I know it’s too soon. I want to take my time. I scoop my hands under her ass and stand up, and she wiggles against me. She probably thinks I’m going to give her what she asked for, but I turn around and set her on the couch facing me. Before she can protest, I’m grabbing the waist of her yoga pants and dragging them down her legs.
“Wait,” she says, and for a second I think she’s going to call a halt to this whole thing. My cock screams in protest, but the rest of me is willing to be a gentleman.
But Cassie gives me a shy smile and bites her lip. Again with the hesitation.
“What is it?” I urge, commanding myself not to touch her. If she’s saying stop, I can respect that.
