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It’s the ‘something else’ that gives me pause. What are we doing here? Are we still sleeping together for the sport of it, or is this starting to feel like more?
I think I know the answer to that, and it scares me witless.
But I can’t think of that right now with her hand gripping my cock in the soapy water and her body pressed wet and lush against mine.
“Come on,” she says. “I can’t wait any longer.”
She lets go of my cock and grabs my hand, which isn’t nearly as satisfying. But it’s a means to an end I’m anticipating very much, so we twist off the taps and towel ourselves off fast enough to set a world record.
Once we’re both wrapped in thick white robes with the Ponderosa Resort logo on the front, Cassie grabs my hand again. “This way.”
Her voice is urgent as she pulls me toward a door marked Ladies’ Relaxation Suite. She presses a palm against it, then turns to face me. “Maybe you should wait here a second. I can make sure the coast is clear.”
“Good idea.”
She pushes through the door, damp hair trailing down her back, bare legs making me wish they were wrapped around me. I watch her disappear through the door, hating that I miss her even now.
Get it together, I will myself. It’s just sex. You’ve had plenty of sex before.
But not like this. Never like this.
Cassie pushes back through the door again, a big smile on her face. “Come on,” she says. “We’ve got the place to ourselves. Ready to cross off number ten?”
I nod and let Cassie pull me through the door. My whole body is ready, with every nerve snapped to attention.
But my brain. My brain can’t stop running the numbers. No matter how you add it up, we’re almost to the end of the list.
Which means my time with Cassie is almost up.
That bothers me a lot more than it should.
Chapter 14
Cassie
When I invented my story of the tryst in the snooty rich person’s spa, I spared no detail for my sisters.
I described the feel of the luxurious Turkish towel against the back of my thighs, the scent of the juniper shampoo I’d used in my hair, the coolness of the marble against my palms as I gripped the edge of the counter while a hot, nameless guy stood between my bare thighs.
And while some of the details are different—the counter is granite and the guy definitely has a name—I never imagined it would feel this good.
“That’s nice,” I murmur as Simon kisses his way down the center of my body.
We’re locked in the largest dressing room of the Ladies’ Relaxation Suite, and Simon wasted no time parting my robe and boosting me onto the counter beside a polished copper sink. This place is amazing, but not nearly as amazing as the feel of Simon sliding into me with nothing at all between us.
I groan and close my eyes, marveling at the feel of him gliding deep inside me with aching slowness.
“Cassie,” he murmurs against my throat. He’s gentle about it, but my body is more than ready to take all of him. I’ve been desperate for it for the last hour, and I clench my thighs around him to draw him deeper.
The feeling of condom-free sex is still new, and so exquisite. There’s something about the way our bodies glide together, the delicate friction of it. I love the way I can feel each ridge and groove. Every last inch of him.
It’s a lot of inches.
“God, you feel good.” I dig my heels into his back, pulling him into me as I press my shoulder blades against the mirror for leverage. He stops kissing my collarbones and lifts his face to kiss my lips instead. There’s a heat in those brown eyes that sends pulses of desire straight through my core.
“You feel amazing.”
I grin into his eyes, then groan when he angles up just a fraction of an inch. I swear the man has a G-spot magnet in the tip of his cock.
