Fear for her had nearly swallowed him whole when he’d looked over and seen her out in the open, crouching near that traitorous bastard Levi. Cass had driven straight to her, so desperate to get to her. She’d been his only focus. And, hell, yes, he’d cuffed her to him.
He’d kidnapped her, as she’d claimed. Taking her to safety had been his only goal.
And now…taking her was his only thought.
He pounded into her again and again. She arched up to meet him. Her moans urged him on. He plunged into her, and she squeezed him so greedily that Cass knew his mind was long gone. His temples throbbed. His body ached. Yearned. Needed.
The slap of flesh against flesh filled the air. He did not look away from her gaze. He could not. He saw the pleasure take her in the widening of her eyes and heard it in the sharp cry that broke from her lips. Her head tipped back as she gasped and moaned and seemed to go boneless beneath him.
He erupted into her. Hips thrusting, body taking, soul craving hers. Again and again, he emptied into her until he swore that there was nothing left of himself.
There was only…us. Together. Whole.
Us against the entire freaking world.
She’d had sex on a pool table. A first for her. Not the most comfortable position ever, but Agnes wasn’t about to complain. Maybe the table hadn’t been mattress soft, but the two orgasms she’d just gotten?
Stellar. Ten stars. More.
Her legs were still wrapped around Cass’s hips. Her right arm still clinging to him. She let that arm fall onto the table as she heaved out a breath. She should probably lower her legs. Release him. Cover up. Do something.
He raised up. Stared down into her eyes.
And an odd wave of uncertainty filled her. She couldn’t read his expression. Truth be told, she had a very hard time ever quite getting a read on him, despite all of her talk about profiling him. Sure, she thought she understood his motivations, but when it came down to his core, Cassius Striker was truly a secretive SOB.
Fair. She was pretty secretive, too.
Except the secrets that they both carried might just wreck them, if they weren’t careful. “I will trust you.” There. Done. She’d take the first step. She sort of had to do it, considering that she’d already given the man her body and her heart.
He doesn’t want your heart. Try to pull back. He clearly wants your body, and you want his. Take the pleasure he offers. Don’t let your emotions get so wrapped up in him.
But…
Too late. Too late for that warning. Maybe it had been too late from the moment their paths had crossed that very first time. Fascination and curiosity had come first and then, the more she’d learned about him, the more she’d wanted to explore the darkness that clung to him.
“You will trust me? Or you already do?” A deep rumble as he remained inside of her.
“I already do.” True statement. Despite everything, despite all the reasons she should not. “If I didn’t trust you, then I wouldn’t have walked into the house after the big fight scene. You know, when you were telling everyone how you were going to fuck me? Remember that? I wouldn’t have just casually strolled inside.”
And, surprising her to her absolute core—the core that still had fun little aftershocks of pleasure zipping through her—Cass smiled. A real smile. A slow one that stretched his lips and made the gold in his eyes gleam. “It was my turn.”
She could not look away from that smile. And maybe it had made her brain processing speed slow down because she could not understand what he meant. “Excuse me?” His turn for what?
“You strode that sexy ass into my bar and announced that you were going to fuck me. Figured it was my turn to do the announcing. We’re even.”
Even? She snorted.
His grin actually stretched.
And her heart seemed to melt.
What is happening here? Actually, she knew what was happening. She’d just discovered that Cass had a lethal, secret weapon. His killer smile. After sucking in a couple of breaths, she was able to say, “I believe…” Her voice came out prim. Prim when he was still balls deep in her. “I believe I walked in the bar and simply asked what I had to do to, ah, get fucked by you. And I was just saying that for our audience.”
He leaned over her.
He was getting bigger in her again.
Uh, oh. They were gonna need a new condom.
