Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
By tomorrow, she’d be out of my system, and we could just use each other on occasion. I was certain of it.
But right now, my itch hadn’t been scratched.
“You all right with that?” I asked, finishing off my last slice of pizza.
She met my eyes, her blue gaze clear and focused. “Yes.”
“Great.” I sat back in my chair, crossing my ankle over my knee. “Any requests?”
She sputtered into her water. I noticed she only sipped her wine and wondered if she was still remembering last night.
“Um, requests?” she asked.
“For dessert. I have ice cream or some stale cupcakes.”
She narrowed her eyes, and I grinned. “What did you think I meant?”
She huffed. “You know exactly what—” Her statement ended in a yelp as I leaned forward and hauled her to my lap, laughing.
She pushed on my chest. “Asshole.”
The word was uttered without rancor, making me grin. Something about this woman kept making me grin.
“If you have other requests, Casey, I’m happy to oblige.” I bent and kissed her neck, swirling my tongue along her skin to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She looped her arms around my shoulders. “Anything you want, big boy,” she whispered.
“Anything?”
“As long as you give me time to digest.”
I smoothed the hair from her face. “I can do that.”
“Could we have a fire?”
“Sure. It’s a great night for one.”
She squealed. “I have marshmallows. I can cut down some twigs.”
“I have roasting prongs.”
“Perfect.”
I nudged her off my knee. “I need to go chop some firewood before it gets too dark. You get the marshmallows.”
“Nuh-uh. You want a request? Take off the shirt and let me watch you chop wood.”
I let my head fall back in laughter. “I feel objectified.”
“I’ll let you objectify me later.”
I stood. “Deal.”
The fire was bright, shooting off sparks into the dark. I brought some thick pieces of foam, tossing them on the ground. Casey sat close to the flames, legs crossed under her, roasting her marshmallows, cackling in delight. It gave me time to study her without her noticing. The way her hair caught the lights of the fire, glowing almost gold and red in the thick strands. How the firelight played on her skin. She was always pretty, but by the fire, carefree and laughing, she was beautiful. I felt a draw to her I had never expected, and I gave up, tossing another piece of foam behind her and pulling her back to my chest.
“Give me one,” I demanded.
She laughed and toasted one for me, offering it over her shoulder. I pulled it off the metal skewer and popped it into my mouth, the hot, melting goodness oozing and delicious.
“More,” I growled. “I want a double.”
She snickered. “That’s what she said.”
I dropped my head to her neck and spoke into her ear. “I’ll give you that in a bit, Pix.”
She shivered, making me laugh. She was so responsive to my voice. My touch.
I liked it.
Darkness covered the sky, the temperature dropping. I reached behind me, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around us. It was quiet, the only sound the snapping of the wood and the steady whisper of the flames. Most people didn’t hear the fire, but I did. I knew the sound of an angry fire, one out of control, compared to the lazy flames that licked the wood, providing warmth and enjoyment.
Both could be equally dangerous if not respected.
Casey nestled closer, and I wrapped my arms around her, unable to resist, I kissed the nape of her neck. She hummed in pleasure as I kissed and licked my way to her ear, then pulled her face to the side, kissing her mouth.
She tasted of marshmallows. Sweetness. Casey.
It was an intoxicating combination.
She whimpered, her hand cupping my head as we kissed, swimming deeper and deeper into the caresses, our tongues sliding and dancing in an endless song. I pulled on her, twisting her around so she was facing me, her legs draped over mine, our chests pressed together and my cock surging against her. Her torso was warm from the fire, and I wanted to feel her skin. She didn’t object as I slid my hand under her shirt and played with her lush breasts. I lifted her to my thighs and kissed her more. She ground against me, making me groan.
“I have a condom,” I breathed against her lips.
She smiled against mine. “Me too.”
Together, we tugged and pulled until we were both bare, and she rolled the condom on me, our gazes never wavering. Then she slid down my length, moaning in delight as she did so. I wrapped her tight in my arms, and we rocked together. There was no rush or frenzied movements.
It was slow, sexy, and incredible. We shared oxygen, neither of us wanting to part. We moved like a wave, feeling every nuance of the other. The hard and soft, the smooth and rough.