A shadow of a smirk ghosts across his lips. “Good. Because I don’t hate it either.”
His hand drifts higher, stopping just shy of my pussy. His eyes lock onto mine as he starts massaging me there, slow and easy, like he can see in my soul just how much that simple touch is already unraveling me.
“This isn’t about fun, Skye,” he murmurs. “It’s about getting you ready. Strong enough to walk into that house.”
I nod, unable to speak, swallowing down the thick, heady mix of nerves and want.
“But I won’t pretend it’s not going to feel good.”
A shiver races down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly. I’m reacting to him so intensely I’m probably soaked already, and he’s barely touched me.
“Take your pants off.”
My breath catches, but my hands move almost on their own. I fumble a bit, shoving them down, feeling exposed and thrillingly bare as the cool leather of the seat meets my skin.
There’s no way I’m not leaving DNA traces in this shady-ass car. But fuck it, I don’t care anymore.
Cassian watches my every move. “Spread your legs for me.”
I obey without thinking. I’m not even wearing underwear. It’s just me, his shirt hanging loose over my chest, and my bare pussy pressed against the seat. The second he remembers that, his gaze drops. The hand that’s been under my chin this whole time drifts down, pinching the hem of the shirt and lifting it to expose me completely.
His jaw tenses. It looks like carved from stone. Then he swallows. Once. Twice.
“Wider,” he murmurs. “I want to see all of you when I finger you.”
“Finger me?” I echo.
“Why?” His voice darkens. “Not good enough?”
“No, I just—”
“You’re right.”
Before I can finish, he grabs my leg and pulls me toward him, twisting my torso so I end up leaning against the car door. He lifts my left leg and hooks it over his seat, placing the other across the console.
I’m spread open. Utterly exposed. Then he braces one arm on the headrest behind me and leans in, sliding the other beneath my ass to hold me in place.
“Eating you out is better, isn’t it?” he rasps.
I can’t speak. My breath stutters out in a shaky exhale, my pulse crashing beneath my skin. The way he’s holding me, manhandling me, really, makes me feel pinned in place, completely at his mercy, and it’s… fuck, it’s delicious.
“Well,” I manage weakly, “it should definitely do the job.”
“You’re going to get so charged you’ll phase through that goddamn house like you own it.”
I believe him.
But also, I have a feeling I’ll be so charged I won’t be able to stop thinking about this moment for a week. Not that I can say it out loud right now because before my brain can catch up, Cassian flicks out his tongue and slides it suddenly against my clit.
“Oh, god,” I gasp, completely unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that follows.
My head snaps forward, straight into the burn of his green eyes.
He’s still watching me.
“I want you to tell me how you like it best,” he murmurs, his breath brushing hot across my skin. “Like this?” He flattens his tongue and drags it slowly over me. “Or like this?” His lips seal around my clit and he sucks—hard, but just for a second.
My whole body jolts. A broken sound escapes me before I even think to stop it.
