Taking me by surprise, Cason scoops me up and spins me around. “I love seeing you this excited,” he says, and when we stop spinning his lips close over mine. His kisses are sweet and passionate and my whole body responds.
By the time my feet hit the ground, I’m breathless, and aroused, and anxious to get him naked. My God, I really like this guy. I have no idea how I’m going to give him up after our month together. I only know that I have to. He’s only on loan to me, but while I have him, I damn well plan to take advantage of every minute.
“Home, now,” I whisper, and he puts his arm around me.
“No Seattle Wheel?”
“I want to go for a ride, Cason. But not on the wheel.”
He laughs at that and we hurry back to his car. “My place or yours?” he asks as we slide into our seats and buckle up.
“Mine, it’s closer, and I want you naked.”
“I said it once and I’ll say it again. I do love a girl who knows what she wants.”
Love.
My heart leaps, and I work to settle it. If he knew how much I liked hearing that word on his tongue—he’d likely run. It was a mistake that brought us together, and a mistake for me to think he really means what he says. I mean, he did warn me about that.
Oh, God, I am going to be in so much trouble when this is over.
He guns his sports car and I laugh to shake off the things I shouldn’t be feeling. “You’re going to get a speeding ticket and that is just going to slow us down.”
“You’re right.” He eases off the pedal, and I reach over, putting my hand over his thick cock. I rub him gently, and he swallows hard.
“Jesus,” he moans under his breath, and I open his pants and slide my hand inside. His knuckles grip the wheel harder. “Keep that up and I’m going to hit a lamppost,” he says, and I can’t help but grin. I love the way he gets so hard for me.
I ease my hand out. “That will just slow us down, too,” I say, as I sit tight until he pulls up to my place. We both hurry from the car, and into my small condo. It’s not much compared to his mansion, but it’s mine, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished so far.
Inside, he kicks my door shut, and the blatant display of alpha behavior teases the needy spot between my legs. There’s just something about a manly man. Then again, maybe there’s just something about Cason.
He takes both of my hands, puts them over my head, and backs me up until I’m against the door, captive between his hard body—and the man is hard everywhere—and the door. He uses his knee to widen my legs, and when he puts it against my sex, I move against it, shamelessly rubbing myself on him.
“Fuck, you are sexy,” he moans into my mouth as he kisses me.
“Want to know what you are?” I murmur back.
“What?” he asks, his mouth going to my neck. I angle for him, and his tongue leaves a wet streak as he makes his way to my breasts.
“Overdressed,” I say, and he chuckles.
The next thing I know I’m in his arms, and he’s taking me upstairs to my bedroom. Once again he kicks the door shut behind us.
He backs up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I wet my lips, loving this sexy little removal of clothes. With a roll of his broad shoulder, he shrugs from the shirt and it falls to his feet.
“Keep going,” I say and point to his pants, the button still open from earlier.
The hiss of his zipper fills the space between us, and my pulse jumps in anticipation. He makes quick work of his pants and stands before me in his boxers, his erection straining for freedom.
I step up to him, and drop to my knees. “Remember the first time I took your cock into my mouth?” I ask, working hard to forget he thought he was with Emily that night.
He puts his hand on my face as I free his pulsing cock. It pulses against my chin. I stick my tongue out and lightly lick around his crown, and a tortured sound crawls out of his throat.
“How could I ever forget that?”
“I was wondering about something.”
“What?” he asks, and pushes my hair from my face.