Page 104 of Lavender Lake
My fingers plowed through his hair, gripping his head, keeping his mouth against me while I came with a gush.
He ate me. Greedy. Licked me clean. And left me a quivering mess.
I loosened my hold on him, and he lifted his head. His mouth was wet from me, his brow furrowed.
“Now who’s in their head,” I rasped, tracing his forehead with my finger.
“You taste different,” he announced.
“Different? Different how?”
“Tangier. Not bad. Just different.”
It was my turn to frown.
He would know, too. One of his favorite hobbies was making me come just using his mouth.
Cas’s fingers drifted over my hip bone, and then toward the apex of my thighs. My deliciously languid body hummed with pleasure. Somehow wanting more.
“Don’t,” I warned.
“Don’t what?” He slid two fingers inside me.
I quivered. “Fuck.”
“Yes, exactly.”
He gently thrust his fingers, gliding them against my flesh and grazing that elusive spot that was so difficult to find on my own. My second release was soft and not nearly as powerful; my body already wrung out from pleasure.
“Taste,” he said, removing his fingers and bringing them to my lips.
My mouth enclosed his fingers and I licked them clean.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded, and then sat up.
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m tired of sneaking around. I’m tired of lying.”
I winced as I shoved my legs back into my jeans. “You make it sound sordid.”
“Itissordid,” he said. “And I don’t want it to be. Don’t you get it? I want to take you to Hadley and Declan’s wedding. As my date.”
“Why are you doing this?” I demanded, rising and pulling up my pants the rest of the way and buttoning them. “Everything was going great, and then you had to ruin everything!”
“How am I ruining everything?”
“I’m going back to New York. And you’re going back to the circuit. This can never be anything more.” I picked up his shirt and shoved it at him. “This is all I can give you. This is all I’m capable of giving.”
“Bullshit,” he snapped. “You’re afraid. You’ve been afraid of me since the first night we met.”
“I don’t do afraid,” I yelled.
“You wouldn’t wake up with me,” he pointed out. “You snuck out of my hotel room like a—a thief!”
“I was supposed to wake up with a complete stranger?” I demanded. “You’re out of your mind!”
“You make me insane!” he snapped. “So God damn insane, I can’t even see straight!”
