His lip twitches and a dimple appears in his left cheek. I have no idea what is happening right now. I should be in the car backing out of the driveway by now yet I’m standing here, locked in some kind of weird battle with this guy.
“And why is that?” He takes another step closer.
“I prefer being on my own.” It’s the first thought that comes to my mind.
“For everything?” He rasps out in a gravelly voice.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
In my head it was going to be authoritative. My lawyers voice, the one that makes people shake in their boots. One that says back off, we’re practically strangers.
It didnotcome out like that at all.
It was breathy, and needy, and so damn foolish. I need to run far, and fast right now.
So why don’t my feet move?
Chapter Eight
Dominic (Mace)
This is not what I had planned when I invited her inside to the use the bathroom. I’m not one to back down when I want something. And fuck, do I want Cassie Beillo.
The woman has been driving me crazy almost all the way here, and not in a way that made me want to get out of her company as quickly as possible. The only reason I’m standing in front of her like this, inhaling the scent of vanilla and spices, is because she has made no attempts to make me back off. I’m testing the waters and she’s holding steady in front of me.
Her lips part when I reach up and grab her hair tie, pulling it so that her chocolate brown hair falls down around her shoulders. I’ve wanted to wrap it around my fist for the last twenty minutes of the drive. It was fucking torture being in that car with her.
It doesn’t mean anything. I’m not the guy who is going to give her flowers and whisper sweet words. Cassie understands that, if her hand reaching out and inching under my shirt is anything to go by. Her nails rake my abdomen, making my stomach clench under the touch. It isn’tgentle either, she is putting some pressure behind it, enough that it will leave a mark.
It doesn’t put me off, in fact, it makes me a little wild.
“This doesn’t mean anything.”
My chin tilts downwards so I can look into the depths of her dark brown eyes. They’re burning with barely restrained lust. Nothing more. She said it and that is all the invitation I need. After this, she’ll leave and we will go back to not giving each other a second thought.
After the night I’ve had, and my plans for tomorrow weighing on my mind, fucking my stresses out of my system with a like-minded woman will be a welcome distraction.
My hands find her waist, it’s narrow but there is some meat to her, the way I like. Skinny girls do shit for me. She shudders as I step close enough her tits brush my chest through the thin fabric of our clothes. That shiver through her body makes my cock strain against my zipper.
There will be no delicacy to this, which Cassie realizes when I cup her ass and without warning, lift her. Her hands grasp my shoulders, and she lets out a shocked gasp at the sudden movement. I walk her to the table behind the couch and set her down, pushing her legs apart with my knee so I can move between them, she widens them without hesitation. I like that a lot.
Her hands claw at my shirt, and I raise my arms to let her tear it over my head. Her eyes roam my chest, and her tongue darts out. I’d give anything to get her naked, but that isn’t what this is about. She drags at my belt, tugging it loose and going for the button and zipper, while I grab her jaw and tip her head back so she is looking at me.
It doesn’t stop her movements and her hand snakes inside my jeans and underwear, taking a firm hold of my cock that has me hissing through my teeth. There is no way I am going to kiss her but I do want to taste her skin.
Her hand keeps moving up and down, tight and firm as she jerks my cock. I lean forward, turning her head away and suck hard against the skin beneath her ear. Fuck she’s good at this. It’s been a while since I fucked anyone and I’m bordering on losing it. A fact Cassie understands when I tilt my hips backwards and her hand falls away from my cock.
With quick movements I shove my hands into the back of her workout pants and drag them down, knocking off her sneakers at the same time.Cassie shifts impatiently as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom. If she is concerned that I have one to hand, she doesn’t let on. Her hands are all over my torso and chest and finally my hips when I get the condom on.
There is no finesse, no questioning if she’s ready for me. I can fucking smell her scent, and as I push into her, despite the condom, the warmth and ease with which I slide in shows how wet she is for me.
She moans and tilts her hips up to give me better access. I grab her top and lift it, pushing the cups of her bra out of the way so I can grab hold of her tits as my hips jerk, fast and hard.
The table is shaking beneath her as I hoist her thighs around my hips. She gasps and twitches when I grasp the turgid peak of her nipple between my fingers, tugging hard enough to hurt but she doesn’t push me away, instead grabbing the back of my neck and leaning up to place her hot lips against my collar bone.
“Fuck,” I grunt, as she sucks at my flesh, those long nails of hers raking through the hair at my nape. The table beneath her is scraping against the wooden floor, it has nowhere to go and the force with which I’m ramming into her is potentially going to cause the damn thing some damage.
I grab her ass cheeks and lift her off it as she devours my neck and bites my earlobe, moving around to the side of the couch. I set her down and slip out of her. She makes an angry little sound, which makes my head spin and my dick even more desperate.
