“My phone?” Casey asks before reading the message. Her cheeks flush, and she opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.
“Stay,” I say barely above a whisper. “Here. Withme.”
She stares at me, her expression unreadable. “You don’t want me to go to Lily’s?”
I shake my head no.
“Are you okay? Did something happen with Nina?” Casey glares. “She post some stupid shit?”
I reel back. “What? No. I—” I groan. This is not going how I hoped it would. I take a deep breath. My stomach flutters as I say, “I know I said at breakfast that I don’t think we should do anything. But …”
Casey’s expression bounces from anger at a supposed slight from Nina to confusion to understanding. Her mouth falls open in a small “o” and my belly flips.
“But?” she asks, her voice dangerously low.
“But.” Heat spreads from my core to my thighs. My skin tingles as she takes another slow step toward me, licking her lips. “I want?—”
“You want me to stay here with you?” There’s a husky timber to Casey’s voice that sends a shiver across my skin.
I gulp and nod.
She takes another step toward me. “And what do you want us to do?”
“I want … I want to?—”
She takes another step. The soft cotton of her towel grazes my arm, and it sets me aflame. Desire burns in my abdomen. She asks, “What do you want?”
But I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. She’s so close. Like inthe hot tub and when we were on the boat. I could kiss her. I should kiss her. Yet, I don’t move. Not until she whispers, breath warm, against the crown of my ear, “Take what you want, Dakota.”
Her tone is so sexy and commanding, the last ounce of self-control I was barely clinging to snaps. I easily close the distance between us. I grab her from the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine, and smash our mouths together. She meets the intensity of my kiss with her own burning passion. Our lips opening, tongues exploring. She grabs a fistful of my shirt and tugs. I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck. She groans, and the sound nearly makes my knees buckle.
Casey’s lips move, trailing kisses and bites down my cheek to my throat. My head rolls back, my eyelids flutter shut, as I moan in pleasure, and allow her more access to my body. She nips at the soft skin between my neck and collarbone. My hand leaves her hair, and I grab her by the waist and pull her in closer to me. My clit is throbbing and begging for friction.
“Casey.”
“I know,” she says, pulling back to rest her forehead against mine. We’re both breathing heavy, our chests rapidly rising and falling in tandem. She strokes her thumb over my bottom lip. Her eyes full of so much hungry desire, she looks like she wants to devour me whole, and I’ve never been so turned on.
“Are you sure?” she asks, something in her expression makes me pause. It was only this morning I told her we shouldn’t hook up, and now here I am jumping her the second she leaves the shower.
“I am.” My palms slide down her arms to her hands. I intertwine our fingers. “Ifyou are?”
Casey swallows and squeezes my hands reassuringly. “I am.”
“Good.” I smile.
“Good.” Casey releases one hand to cup my cheek. She pulls me into a deep, slow kiss. I reach around to palm her ass, and she moans into my mouth, a gravelly sound that comes from low in her throat.
“Now get your ass in my bed,” she says.
And oh fuck.Yes, ma’am.Commanding Casey is so sexy it’s almost pathetic how quickly I fling myself back onto her mattress to obey.
“Tell me, Dakota,” she says, voice dripping with confidence. “Is this what you wanted?”
She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before she drops the towel. It hits the carpet, and I lose the ability to breathe.
I’ve seen Casey’s body hundreds of ways. In a sleek black dress that was perfectly melted to her curves while celebrating her birthday. In a tight sports bra and spandex, sweaty after a long run. In nothing at all as she’s changed in front of me when we’ve had the occasional sleepover. So many glimpses of every inch of her body, but it’s never been like this. I’ve never allowed myself to drink in the sight of her—never even thinking to—but staring at her now, I can’t understand why not.
Her breasts are small, but the perfect size to fit in the palm of my hand. Her torso is long and lean, and I want to lick my way down the length of her. My gaze settles on her thighs, and I want to know if she’s as wet as I am.Fuck. I want to taste her.
