Hosed (Happy Cat #1)(50)
“All three of you,” I answer, circling her tip with my tongue, making her squirm beneath me. “You’re all beautiful and sexy and fucking delicious.” I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck. She digs her fingernails into the skin at the back of my neck and arches closer, moaning beneath her breath.
“God, Ryan,” she whispers as I transfer my attention to her other nipple. “It feels better every time you touch me. How is that possible?”
Because I’m learning what she likes.
Because I’m memorizing every swiftly indrawn breath, sigh, and moan, enlisting them as my spies in my quest to make her come harder every time I take her to bed.
Because I’m falling in love with her, and love takes pleasure and makes it magic. Makes it sacred. Makes it something I don’t know how I’m going to give up when she heads for home.
The thought is enough to plunk a giant rock down on the center of my chest. My throat goes tight and bitterness creeps in to mingle with the sweet taste of her so fresh on my tongue.
I pull back, gazing down at her, heart skipping a beat as I take in her dark hair spread over my pillow, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight, and that hungry look in her eyes I know is all for me.
“What’s wrong?” She brushes tender fingers through my hair, guiding it away from my forehead.
I shake my head slightly, but then think better of it. I don’t want to lie to her, and pretending I’m not getting crazy attached to her is a lie, plain and simple. “I can’t stop thinking about that plane flight.”
“Which one? Where are you going?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, lips curving on one side. “You are. And I don’t like it, Sunderwell. Not one bit.”
Her lips part softly as she nods. “Yeah. I know. Me either.”
“I’m not ready to say goodbye, but I’m pretty sure long distance would kill me,” I confess, rocking gently against her, nudging my cock against her clit. “I need to be with you like this. Need to feel you, taste you, be there to rub your shoulders after a hard day slaving over a keyboard.”
“Yes,” she says, her thumbs catching in the waist of my boxer briefs. “And inside me. I need you inside me. All the time.”
“All the time,” I echo, shoving the fabric down my thighs as Cassie slips out of her sleep shorts, revealing nothing beneath.
I groan at the sight, balls dragging heavily between my legs at the sight of her so pink and slick for me. Because she wants me as desperately as I want her. Because it’s so right, so perfect, so—
I sink into her with a cry of relief and bliss tangled together as she calls my name. Just my name, but I hear so much more. As she wraps her legs around me and holds on tight, lifting into me as I glide in and out of her heat, I hear all the things we’ve both been too hesitant to say.
I hear that she wants me, needs me in her bed the way she needs air and water and late night video game bingeing when she’s stressed. I hear that she’s ready to do whatever it takes, to take a wild leap, to choose us because alone isn’t going to work now that we know how good it is to be Cassie and Ryan.
For her to be mine.
For me to be hers.
“God, yes, baby, come for me, Cassie,” I beg as I take her harder, faster, desperate to feel her tighten around me before I go. “I need to feel you. Oh, yes. Yes, baby.”
She cries out, her head falling back as she tumbles over. I’m with her a second later, spinning out into that world where there’s nothing but goodness and sweetness and the ineffable awesome that is being this close to my girl.
“I’ll get my resume together tomorrow,” I say as we’re lying heavy in each other’s arms, her cheek on my chest and my fingers skimming up and down the valley of her spine. “I’m not sure what the hiring situation is in San Francisco. But surely, with all the wildfires in California, they can use a few more good men.”
Cassie’s head pops up so fast it sends her hair flying into her face. “What?”
I brush her hair back, my heart skipping a beat, hoping I didn’t take what she said in the heat of the moment the wrong way. “Being inside you all the time. That can’t happen if I’m here and you’re in San Francisco. So I figured I’d look into getting a job in your neck of the woods.”
“You’d do that?” she asks in a hushed voice. “For me? Leave your brothers and your parents and everything you’ve ever known?”
“That’s the thing,” I say, swallowing hard as I debate whether or not to speak the words on the tip of my tongue. But fuck it. Fear never got me anywhere I want to be. “I’ve known all of those things. I’ve never known anything like this. Like you. And the way I feel when I’m with you.”
Her bottom lip begins to tremble and a second later a tear slides down her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I say, hating myself for pushing too far, too fast. “I should have kept my mouth shut. It’s too soon, I’m sorry, we don’t have—”
“Hush.” She covers my lips with her fingers as she swipes her tears away with the other hand. “No, it’s not too soon. And no, you shouldn’t have. I’m so glad you said something. I was afraid I was the only one.”
“The only one who needs us to be in the same town?” I ask, relief taking the edge off my mini heart attack.