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Stuck?The fuck?I take a deep breath and brace myself, opening the door to find Cassie standing in the middle of her room trying to pull a good-sized chunk of her curls out of the back of her necklaces.I stall because, aside from those necklaces, she’s wearing …Fucking hell.
“Look at you, coming to my rescue.I knew you were a real gentleman from the moment I met you.”
I keep my eyes off her practically naked, incredibly perfectbody as she greets me in just a strapless bra and panties.I’m actually feeling the opposite of gentlemanly right now.I’m feeling like flipping her over on that fluffy white bed and burying myself in her till morning.But instead, I make my way over and lift her hair off her back.The silk of her skin under my fingers makes my cock twitch, but I work quickly to untangle her hair and unclasp the necklaces before setting them on the dresser.
Cassie turns to face me and giggles when she catches my expression.“Don’t look so tortured.Just pretend I’m wearing a bathing suit.”
I wish it were that simple.
“Okay, so you’re all set?”I ask, my hands balled into fists at my side so I don’t crush myself to her.
“Can you grab my pajamas?Middle drawer.”
She points to where she means as she makes her way over to her nightstand to grab a hair clip.Pajamas I can do.Anything to cover her up.I grab the first set I can find: black shorts and a tank top with little cherries all over it.I pass them to her, keeping my eyes on her face, and she starts to pull them on before I can even turn away from her.At least she’s dressed.Thank Christ.
“Good then?”I ask again, dying to get the hell out of this room as she reaches under her pajama shirt and is magically able to pull her bra out through her strap.She tosses it to a nearby chair then comes closer, reaching her hand up and pressing it to my jaw.
“You didn’t answer my question from earlier,” she muses, pulling my hat off my head before I can stop her and dropping it onto her own.A flash of her wearing it in my truck—the last picture I need in my head right now—reminds me what it felt like to have her wrapped around my cock.
“Sex.Where did you learn?I want to know because youarereally good and I’m thinking maybe I can find another man that you went to sex school with, for the future.”
I remove her hand from my face and place it at her side, then I take my hat off her head and put it back on my own.
“I’ll be in the other room,” I tell her, my voice straining as I turn to go.
“Answer me,” she pleads.
“Cassie.”I wipe my brow under my hat.
“Yes, Haden?”
“Why don’t you ask me where I studied sex tomorrow?When you’re sober,” I retort gruffly.
“Mmm,” she whispers, stalking toward me, her eyes pulling me in.“Sex … kissing …” When she reaches me, her thumb comes up when she reaches me and runs along my bottom lip.
Stop her.
“Eating pussy.”Her whisper has gone from joking to pure lust in one second flat.“You’resogood at eating pussy, Haden.”
Cassie closes her eyes and half moans the words before she opens them again and looks into mine.
“You know, the sooner you admit you want this, the better this night will get for both of us.”She starts to laugh softly, using my words from last fall against me, and I swallow back every urge I have to kiss her.
“I don’t haveanyproblem admitting anything, Princess.But for us to have this conversation, you’d need to be both sober andnotsomeone else’s little sister.”
She blinks, then scoffs, placing a hand on her hip.
“You’re gonna use my family history against me?That’s just rude.”
Fucking hell.
“’Spose so,” I say as I move to her bed and pull the covers back.I’ve had enough.I need her to go to sleep so I can think clearly without her scent enveloping me and her icy eyes threatening to undo me.
“Now”—I fluff her pillow a little—“you’re gonna be a goodgirl, and get into this bed while I get you some water.And then I’m going to sleep on your sofa for a few hours to make sure you’re alright before I go to work, understand?”
I don’t wait for her to do what I tell her.Instead, I just head to the kitchen and pour her a glass of water.For myself?A double shot of Wyatt’s bourbon while I desperately try to push her beautiful curves from my mind.I deliver her water, tuck her into bed and pour myself one more bourbon before I turn off all the lights and take up residence on her sofa, willing my body to sleep instead of wanting her.I don’t know how long it takes to fall asleep.Because the only thing I can think about is the look of need in Cassie’s eyes when I told her to be a good girl.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
