Page 162 of Lavender Lake
I grinned. “Why do you think we went through a batch already? He’s using it for Moscow Mules and Dark and Stormy’s. Hadley and I are also drinking it straight.”
Cas set the glass bottle down and stood.
“Cas?” I asked as he stalked toward me.
“I’ve been fantasizing about getting you alone, but I didn’t have a good excuse,” he growled.
His tone sent shivers up and down my spine.
“Cas,” I warned.
“I can’t wait, Salem. I can’t wait to have you again.”
His hands hiked up the skirt of my dress, bunching it around my waist, and his fingers plowed into my lace panties.
I held on to his shoulders and lifted my leg to wrap around his hip, giving him better access. He slid his fingers inside meand curled them, causing me to shudder. His thumb grazed my clit and I gasped.
“I can’t wait to see you in a few months, round and swollen with my baby. So everyone knows you’re mine. Everyone will know what we created together.”
“Cas,” I whispered.
“Come on my fingers, Salem. Make a mess.”
His words pummeled through me and I erupted around him. I rode his hand, taking my pleasure, mindless of everything else.
Cas slid his fingers out of me and I lowered my leg from his hip.
He stuck his fingers into his mouth and cleaned them, his gaze heated.
All I wanted was for him to unbuckle his belt and fuck me against the cellar wall, but we were already playing with fire.
He pressed a kiss to my brow, and then helped me with my dress, making sure my skirt was straight and free of wrinkles.
“Did I tell you that you look beautiful?” His voice was raspy.
“I don’t remember. Tell me again.”
“You look beautiful. Even more beautiful with your cheeks flushed and your eyes bright.”
“Come on, Caspian, let’s get the ginger beer back to Wade. We’ve been gone long enough already.”
Cas picked up the crate and followed me up the stairs. I turned off the light and closed the door behind me.
“Where’s the catering staff?” I asked, looking around at the empty kitchen.
“No clue,” Cas said. “Maybe someone came to tell them to get the cake ready.”
“Probably right.” I opened the sliding glass door for him, and then followed him to the mobile bar.
“What took you guys so long?” Wade asked when we finally delivered the crate.
I didn’t think we were gone that long, but apparently long enough for Wade to notice.
“Had to hunt for the ginger beer,” Cas lied easily. “It wasn’t where Salem thought it was.”
“Yes. It’s all my fault,” I agreed.
When Wade wasn’t looking, Cas shot me a sexy wink.
