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He managed to suggest that without any hint of worry or fear.
I shook my head. “No.” I sighed. “That season of my life is over, Ink.”
“So…what, then?”
I grinned even more widely. “Well, I’m going into business with Baxter. I’m going to teach dance and dance fitness classes at his gym, and eventually yoga, and do some personal training. We’re buying the building next to his, connecting the two, and renovating it into a facility for classes.”
He let out a breath I hadn’t known he was holding—and I got the impression he hadn’t known he was holding it either. “So you’re staying in Ketchikan?”
I nodded, returning to him, putting myself in his arms. Gazing up at him. “With you.” A pause, as I swallowed fear and doubt, letting hope bubble and rise. “If you…” My voice caught. “If you still want that. Want me. Want us.”
“You’re staying for you? Because that’s what you want for your future?”
I nodded. “I’m crazy excited. I’ll get to dance again, but no pressure. No stress about staying at the top. No more living out of hotels and suitcases. No bickering with the other girls. Just…dancing. Teaching. I’ll get to be in the gym all day, every day, and I love working out and being in the gym almost as much as I love dance. This lets me do both, and make money at what I love, but without the stress of the troupe.” I bit my lip and stared into his eyes. “I’m also staying because I…” I lost my breath, my courage. Summoned it, and used it. “Because I love you. I want to grow a love with you. I want to be your muse every day of our lives. I want to do life with you.”
His eyes were dark, wild, boiling with tumultuous emotion. “Cassie, god, babe.” He wrapped his hands around my hips. “Say it again.”
I grinned up at him. “I love you.” I lifted on my toes, whispered against his lips. “That part?”
He picked me up, his hands cradling my ass and gathering me against him. “Yeah. I like hearing that.”
“You want to know how it’ll sound even better?” I asked, reaching down to find him over his shorts. “If you bring me over to that bed. Make me scream, and I’ll scream how much I love you.”
He snarled. Turned. Took two long steps, and deposited me on the bed. Knelt over me. “You gotta hear it from me, though, Cass.” He planted his huge arms beside my head. “I love you more than I know how to say, Cassandra. Truth is, I spent the weeks up here painting like a crazy man because it was the only way I could stay up here and give you time and space you needed without losing my goddamn mind. And I may have lost it a little bit, I don’t know. I just know I need you. I fuckin…Ineedyou, Cass.”
Lying on my back with my big beautiful Ink above me, all around me, I drew his shorts down. He was bare underneath, as usual. Hard, he angled toward me. Bulbous and rigid. Beautiful, god, so beautiful.
I took him in my hand and closed my eyes in bliss as I caressed his length. “God, you don’t know much I’ve missed this.” I stared up at him. “I dreamed about you every night. Fell asleep every single night, dreaming aboutthis,” I squeezed him, “inside me. I masturbated every single night, thinking about this, about you. Wanting you.”
He hissed, his eyes fluttering, meeting mine. “Shit, Cass. Feels so good to have your hand on me. I want you so fuckin’ bad. I’m crazy for it.”
“I’m here, Ink. I’m here, and I’m all yours. Take me. Whatever you want, however, as long as you want. I’m here for you. All yours, baby.”
He kicked his shorts off, and then knelt on the bed and made quick work of stripping me naked. Boots, socks, jeans, sweatshirt and T-shirt, bra, underwear, fell into a haphazard pile on the floor, and then he was between my thighs and tasting me, nuzzling me with his nose and smelling me, flicking his tongue against me, and I spasmed at the first wet slither of his tongue at my sex, whimpered when he licked me, and came within seconds. A little one, a precursor. He knew that, and didn’t stop. Each movement of his tongue drew me up to wilder heights, made me shake and spasm, quake and shiver.
And then, when I was an instant from falling over the edge a second time, he slid a finger into me and sucked my clit into his mouth and I came with a scream.
True to my word, I screamed his name.
He kept going. Didn’t stop. And I didn’t ask him to.
I went with him, let him take me where he wanted me to go. He went slow, this time. Slow, lazy, fat circles of his tongue. Licks, flicks. Bringing me there lazily. Up the slope to shaking hips and quivering thighs, buttocks off the bed with my heels dug in, spine arched, fire in my belly and stars in my eyes. I shook, and I forced my eyes open, stared down my body at him, stretched out beneath me, his mouth at my core, my thighs framing him.
His eyes met mine, and I saw them smile.
This time, just as I reached the thrashing crescendo, he stopped.
I knew why, didn’t go crazy asking him why, or beg him to keep going.
He pulled away. Crawled up my body. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I clasped him, stroked him to full hardness. “I know.” Pulled him closer. “I can’t wait for you anymore either.”
He frowned. “I…I don’t have any condoms. Again.”
I pointed at my small pack. “I do.”
He grabbed it, opened it, and pulled out the box of condoms I’d bought. Ripped a square away and tossed the rest of the string on the floor. I took it from him and opened it with my teeth, pulled the latex ring out and rolled it hand over hand down his length, my eyes on his the whole time.
