Chapter 39
Gemma
Cassian looms over me, his black hair falling across his midnight sky eyes.
“What are you doing?” I whisper. My eyes dart to the swinging kitchen doors with their small, round windows. “Someone could come in. Someone might see.”
“Might they?”
The voice is a growl, and it’s Zephyr’s as well as Cassian’s.
I’m trapped between him and the counter. I can’t back away…and
I don’t want to.
“Goddess, you smell so fucking good,” he says, nuzzling my hair with his nose. “Like a summer night full of flowers.”
I shiver and nearly moan with pleasure. My heart hammers in my chest. He’s never said anything like that to me before.
“Yes, they might see,” I whisper again.
Though…I’m not leaning back away from him as much as I’m arching against him. I nearly overbalance, and my hands go to his
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waist and ball in his shirt to steady myself.
He’s leaning over me, now, his whole body pressed against mine. His hips flex, and I gasp.
He’s so hard, and where he’s pressed against me is just right.
“So what?” he says, his lips skimming the side of my face. “You’re my wife.”
“Your secret wife. No one can know.”
“Who said that?” he asks.
I frown and really do pull back a little. “You did!”
“Did I? Maybe I should reconsider.” A small smile plays around the corner of his mouth. It’s so devastatingly sexy, I swear I might
pass out.
Is he…teasing me? Being playful with me?
He’s never done that before.
My breath catches and my head swims. My panties are already so damp from his nearness.
If he says something playful and smiles like that again, I really
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might faint.
Why does he suddenly want me?
“Re–reconsider?” I gasp as he flexes his hips again, grinding his hard length against my sex.
“Yes. I can’t have you going around telling people I’m a dead drunk who’s bad in bed, can I?”
He lowers his mouth to my ear and gently bites my earlobe. I gasp and feel more heat between my legs.
I ache for him to touch me. I crave it like I’ve never craved anything in my life.
“Take it back,” he whispers in a low, rough voice, right in my ear.
He grinds against me again, and I can hardly think. “Take what back?”
He lowers his mouth to kiss my neck and trails his fingers over my breast. I can feel everything, even through my bra, and I cry out as his fingers graze my oversensitive nipple.
“Tell me I’m good in bed,” he says.
He’s ridiculous! I press my lips together. “I’ve only slept with you
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once, and the aftermath kind of ruined it.”
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He grins like I’m challenging him and strokes a hand across my breast again. I shudder, but he isn’t done.
“We won’t let anything ruin it this time.” He slides his hand around
my back and undoes my bra through my shirt. I feel the band come loose.
“Cassian!”
“Tell me,” he says again. His hands go to the waistband of my pants, and he flicks the button open.
Slowly, he slides his hand inside.
I can’t help it. I’ve wanted him so badly for so long. I go on my tiptoes, trying to get his fingers where I need them more than I need my next breath.
“Tell me,” he says, his words against my ear again.
“Y–you’re good,” I stammer. “Goddess, Cassian, please, you’re so good…”
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, and his fingers slide down to stroke
soaked, thin fabric of my panties.
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I cry out and buck against his hand. I need him closer. I need his hands on my skin. I need his mouth on my breasts. I need his fingers inside me, him inside me.
Like he can read my mind, he catches the fabric of my panties with one finger and moves it aside.
He slides his first finger through my wet heat, then drags it up to my clit. He strokes, then starts to make smooth, slow circles.
I’m fully laying back on the counter now, totally aware in some distant part of my brain that we’re violating health codes, but I
don’t care.
Cassian is touching me again. He’s touching me just how I want to be touched. How I dream he touches me every night just before I wake up, sweating and tangled in my sheets.
“Look at you,” he says in that possessive voice. “All worked up for me. Already so close to coming just from this.”
I moan and arch, totally incapable of speech.
He’s right, I’m already on the edge, teetering just a finger’s breadth away from coming apart right here.
I feel like everything in my core is twisted so tight, and all.. will take is one move, one look, one right word and I’ll fly apart.
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In the back of my mind, the sane part of my brain screams at me.
Am I really about to do this?
Am I about to let Cassian Blackwell fuck me in a commercial
kitchen?
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