Bait: The Wake Series, Book One(65)

“The ring, too.” Systematically, I slid it off and it made a tinkling sound as the metal hit the top of the table next to the chair. He reacted to the sound like a runner would a starting block at a race. The second my ears registered it, I felt him. His bare skin against mine. I was malleable. He was solid and unyielding. His thighs hit me in the ass and they felt as hard as stone.

His hands found my hips and walked me forward until my knees hit the bed. Casey leaned in closer and said, “This is what you wanted, Blake. This is anatomical.” He turned me around then pressed me forward until my hands came out in front of me to steady myself on the bed.

“So that's what you're getting from me. This is only my body.” His hand again wrapped around my middle and cupped my sex. After rubbing back and forth over my tender, hypersensitive skin he said, “I suppose this is what you wanted, you're already so wet.”

I hadn't paid any attention. Was I really aroused? For the past ten minutes I'd been held hostage by my screaming mind, I didn't even notice how his behavior was affecting me physically.

Just as he slipped a finger between my slick skin, I panted his name, “Casey?” He must have heard the alarm in my voice, too, because he eased up the pressure and stilled his hand.

“Yes,” he said evenly.

“Are you angry with me? I don't want to do this when you're mad. I don't know you that well. I know we've met, hell we've already had sex. We send each other messages, but I'm a little scared.”

“You're scared? Of what?” he asked. His voice was still level and calm but it didn't sound as sharp as it had.

I admitted. “You. This. Do you want to hurt me? I don't know you like this.”

Before he spoke, he took a deep breath as if to collect himself. “I don't know me like this either.” His hand moved smooth strokes over my skin, in a more sensual way. “You drive me crazy,” he said as he stood me up and turned me back around, his other hand never pausing, gently kneading my breast.

Being face to face, I felt compelled to reach out for him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and reeled him in closer to me.

“You give off mixed signals. I'm always trying to read you,” he admitted. He sounded as frustrated as I was.

Heat spread to my outer limbs as a building need grew inside me. I didn't say anything.

He continued, “But see, I guess you like this too.” He kissed my collarbone and sucked. “You call me a friend, then invite me up for more than friendly activities. You act like you only want something physical from me, yet when I don't speak to you and hide myself from you, you become submissive and turned on.”

His mouth continued lower until he was kneeling in from of me, gripping my breast and softly biting at my nipple with hooded teeth. “Now, when I dial it back and touch you like I've been dreaming about, you practically melt in my hand,” he said.

Both of my hands found his head and I ran my fingers through his curly hair and onto his scorching shoulders.

His voice had softened, but it was still laced with turmoil when he said, “I only want to give you what you want. You just have to tell me what that is.” His mouth kissed my hipbone. Then Casey drew a deep breath through his nose. “You smell so f*cking good.”

Oh my God. I felt equal parts uncomfortable and worshiped at the same time. No one had ever shamelessly, and very obviously, inhaled me so, so intimately.

He slid a finger back into me, and pressed his tongue right over my clit, applying a masterful amount of pressure to it as his touch languidly relished me. “You taste so good, too.”

My knees went weak and I held onto him. I felt them beginning to quake every so often from the nerves in my thighs short-circuiting from pleasure.

“So, Blake. What's it gonna be? Just my body?” He stopped everything abruptly, but I felt like I still might go off, if only he would blow across my incendiary flesh. That's all I needed to tip these sensations over the edge.

“Or do you want other parts of me, too. The me parts. The Casey parts. It's up to you, honeybee.”

I didn't want to answer. Admitting things to him felt like a trap. One that I'd set for myself.

“I don't deserve all of those parts,” I said out of breath. “It's not fair.”

Casey's mouth pecked light kisses over me and then he gripped my hips on either side, lifting me onto the tall king-sized bed.

“It's fair if you really want them,” he said as he bent down and spread my legs. I leaned back on my elbows, initially, but since I couldn't see him I let my head fall back and hang.