“I prefer the word hopeful.”
I wait for her to make the next move. It has to be her. She has to choose to be with me despite knowing I may stay in Winter Falls for longer than the terms of our dare.
She remains still, and I fist my hands before I reach out and drag her into my arms and meld my lips to hers.
“Your eyes are more green than brown now. What are you thinking about?”
I don’t hesitate to answer. “Kissing you. Dragging you onto my lap.”
Her breath hitches. “And then?”
She wants dirty talk? I can give her dirty talk.
“I’ll slip my hands under your shirt to find your breasts.”
“Go on,” she urges.
“I’ll knead them until you’re begging me to pinch your nipples the way you love.”
Her face flushes and her eyes fall closed. “What next?”
I lean close to whisper in her ear. “I’ll rip your shirt off of you and bare your breasts to me.”
“And?” she asks between pants for breath.
“I’ll bite and nip at the soft skin until you’re rubbing up and down my cock to find some relief.”
She shifts until her body is pressed against mine. It’s close enough to a first move for me. I grasp her around her waist and maneuver her onto my lap until she’s straddling me. She grinds down against my hard length and I squeeze her hips to stop her. It’s been too long since I’ve buried myself in her warmth. If she rubs up against me, I’ll come before I can get my pants off.
“Why did you stop me?” She pouts.
“I need to slow down before I embarrass myself.”
She gazes down at my cock before biting her lip and sneaking a hand in between us.
I shackle her wrist. “Naughty girl.”
“You enjoy it when I’m naughty.”
Hell, yeah, I do.
I stand with her in my arms. “This party is relocating to my bedroom.”
Diva is snoring in her doggy bed when we pass her, but I check to make sure she has food and water in case she wakes. I don’t want the little furball interrupting our activities.
I throw Cassandra onto my bed before shutting the door behind me. She giggles as she bounces. When she grabs for the hem of her shirt, I cover her body with mine.
“I remove your clothes.”
“Then, get on with it.”
“In a rush?”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course, I am. I haven’t had sex in weeks.”
I usually can go months without sex. My hand does perfectly fine when the urge hits. But not having Cassie in my bed for the past weeks has been torture. Absolute torture.
I bite her bottom lip. “I missed you, too.”