I knew exactly what I’d said and I meant every word. I’d planned on telling her while she was here, but when I’d thought about how I was going to do it and what I wanted to say, it wasn’t like that. I sounded like a damn neanderthal, growling it out like that, but I couldn’t help it.
“Hayden. Say it again,” she practically purred as she pushed up on all fours and crawled towards me.
But I couldn’t let her have all the fun here. If she wanted to hear it, she was going to have to work for it.
“I don't know what you’re talking about, Cassidy. But I do have a few other ideas if you insist on using that beautiful mouth of yours.”
“Really?” she taunted, popping the button on her blouse, revealing another inch of creamy skin.
“Oh yeah.” I growled, toeing off my shoes.
Another button. A wicked smile. A hint of cleavage. “Care to share?”
“Share what?” My brain was fried. The moment I spotted the baby blue, lacy bra, my brain short-circuited.
The rest of the buttons were undone and Cassidy’s beautiful body was on display. Tearing my t-shirt over my head, I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I needed to touch her. To feel her warmth. To breathe her in. To taste her.
Reaching down I grabbed her by the hips, and tugged her forward until we were face to face. Pressed hip to hip. Both our chests heaving. Her breath on my skin. Her sweet, addictive scent surrounding me.
“I. Love. You. Cassidy. Knight.” I declared, punctuating each word with a single, chaste kiss.
“You do?” she questioned breathlessly as her arms tangled around my neck while she toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck.
“I really do. I know it’s quick and I know I wasn’t looking for anything but…”
“I love you too,” Cassidy replied, cutting me off and putting me out of my misery.
For a brief second I’d thought that I’d gone too far. Pushed too hard. Raced ahead. Gotten overexcited and put all my eggs in one basket, so hearing her confirm we were in this together was the sweetest sound I could ever hope to hear.
“You do?” Now it was my turn to sound dumb.
“I do. And I don't care that it’s fast. When it feels this good…”
“I know how to make it feel even better,” I suggested, pushing my straining erection against her core, needing her to feel exactly how much of an effect she had on me.
Glancing down at the watch on her wrist, Cassidy replied, “Well, I’m pretty sure I can spare twenty minutes if you want to show me.” When she nibbled on my ear lobe before tracing the column of my neck with her tongue, she almost drove me right to the edge of sanity.
“Sweetheart, if you think I’m going to be done with you in twenty minutes, you don’t know a damn thing about me. You better call Skye right now and clear your schedule, because I don’t plan on letting you out of this bed for the next forty-eight hours,” I promised, walking my fingers up and down her spine feeling her push herself even closer to me. She was as desperate as I was, which was hot as fuck and something I wasn’t going to waste.
“Forty-eight hours huh?”
“At least,” I promised, popping the clasp on her bra, my eyes widening as her tits spilt free.
“Good thing I told Skye I was going off the grid for at least a week,” Cassidy purred before kissing me like the devil. She might look like heaven, but my girl was naughty and I couldn’t wait to have some down and dirty fun with her.
“A week? Well then, we better get started.” Bending my head I sucked her left nipple into my mouth while I palmed her right before switching. Cassidy’s tits were the perfect combination of perky and a handful, and I seriously couldn’t get enough.
When she moaned, pushing her tits further into my face, I lost myself in her. Everything I’d had planned, the dinner I was going to make, the movie I’d queued up for us to watch, it could all wait. I had everything I never knew I wanted right here within my grasp.
I’d managed to keep Cassidy naked for the first two days of her visit before she pulled on one of my old, faded department t-shirts and declared we needed to get out. I grumbled but it was all bravado. I wasn’t used to being cooped up inside like this all day so getting out, getting some air was exactly what I needed.
After another round, this time on the kitchen bench, we eventually made it out the door. It was weird, walking through the streets hand in hand with Cassidy, who looked the epitome of sexy in her short denim skirt, flip flops, t-shirt, oversized sunglasses, and her hair braided in pigtails. We did nothing. We walked and talked, stopping for ice cream and enjoying the sunshine.
When my phone rang, I looked down and saw my sister’s name flashing on the screen.
“Answer it,” Cassidy encouraged as she headed over to a park bench and sat down.
I didn’t want to talk to Hannah. I only had limited time with Cassidy and I wanted to spend every stolen second I had with her. But Hannah was my sister. My little sister. She’d always been there and I’d promised I’d always be there for her. Now wasn’t the time to break that promise.
