Page 103 of Lavender Lake
“Well, she might’ve gotten your goat, but she didn’t get me. So you don’t have to be mad at me for that.”
“This isn’t all about you, you know!” I snapped.
“I know.” His tone didn’t change and he kept his eyes on me. “It’s about your dad and Jane, and the fact that no one asked you if you wanted to share space with your father’s girlfriend.”
“It’s stupid. And I’m being selfish,” I lashed out. “I get all that. And yet, I can’t—I can’t believe she’s going to be sleeping in my father’s bedroom—the bedroom he shared with my mother—and I’m going to have to see her in the mornings and I just—God, I hate myself for being such a brat, but I can’t help it!”
“Salem?”
“Yes?”
“Take off your pants.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Take off your pants. The only way to deal with you when you’re like this is to lick you or fuck you. Now take off your pants. I want my tongue inside you.” He began to unbutton his flannel shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you something to lay down on.” He stripped off his shirt and revealed his sculpted, gorgeous chest.
His words short-circuited my brain and before I knew what I was doing, I was unbuttoning my jeans and laying back on his shirt.
Cas knelt on his haunches and positioned himself between my thighs. He slid his hands beneath my ass to raise me toward him.
“You’re in your head too much, so I’m going to force you to think of nothing but my tongue between your legs.” He nosed my underwear and breathed in. “God, your scent . . .”
He tongued me through the lace, causing me to quiver. It was both too much and not enough, the teasing, the licking of his tongue as he pleasured me through the fabric.
I wanted more and I wanted it all.
“Cas,” I whispered.
He sucked the lace into his mouth and sparks of pleasure erupted between my legs.
“You promised,” I moaned.
“What did I promise?”
“Your tongue. Inside me.”
“You’re not in control here. I am. And you’re being a menace.”
“Only you can make it sound like a compliment.”
“Itisa compliment. Because now we both win.”
He dove back into his task with enthusiasm and verve. My inner thighs were wet with my desire and I knew he could see it.
And still he wouldn’t take off my underwear.
I was going to punish him. I was going to punish him like he was punishing me.
He played my body, slowly, as if he didn’t care that we were outside in public. And even though we were off the beaten path and there was hardly any foot traffic, the thrill of being caught heightened my awareness, heightened my pleasure.
Finally,finally,he slid my panties off and tossed them aside. And then he began to feast. He pressed his tongue flat against me, sliding between my lips to find my clit. He sucked it into his mouth which made me buck against him.
“Fuck, Salem,” he whispered.
