Page 71 of Oblivious Roommate

“Could it be feral? We should take it to a vet tomorrow and check if it has a chip.”

He shrugs. “Hard to tell. Maybe once it feels comfortable coming out of there, we’ll see if it’s wearing a collar.” With that, Cass rises to his feet and faces me with a soft smile. “Such a gentleman, didn’t want me to get tortured by crazy cultists, or whatever you imagined was out there,” he says as if he wasn’t the one to come up with the intruder being human.

I groan and spread my arms. “You say that now, but it could have been anything. So yeah, I’d protect you.”

“Oh, I know. You’re my hero,” Cassian whispers, approaching me with a confident smile that switches something in the mood. All of a sudden, I feel lightheaded.

I rub my wet hair. “I try. I thought it could be a bear and still went out there in just a towel.” Okay, so I might be milking it a little. Sue me.

“Really brave.” Cassian grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. His kiss to my fingers sends a jolt of electricity down my body, and when he looks up and meets my gaze, my tongue feels too big for me to talk.

I bite my lip in a bout of shyness. My heart beats faster, but he seems to simply have that effect on me. “You better not be mocking me.” The warmth from the fire is starting to burn, and I might have to step away soon, but I notice his fingers are cold. “You should…” I laugh and pull his hands to my overheating butt. “There. Saving your hands too.”

Cassian takes a quick inhale as our hips touch. His gaze darkens, and I feel him giving my buttocks a squeeze, as if he wants to judge how pert they are. I like to exercise, but there’s still a nice bit of padding for him to hold on to. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and the way he looks at me makes the butterflies in my stomach rise.

“That is really warm. Though I think I’d feel even warmer if I slid them down here,” he says and moves his digits toward my crack.

My breath speeds up. We’ve had a few days to get our bearings in this new relationship, but something feels different. He grabbed my ass before, but not like this.

A surge of excitement coils in my chest.

“Do you like that?” I whisper, placing my hands on his shoulders. I am no longer cold, and not just because of the buzzing fire.

Cassian cocks his head and smirks when I shiver at the way his index finger brushes up and down my crack. “Do you?”

“I… yeah.” To the point that my dick is getting interested. “You’re so fucking handsome.” I cup his face and kiss him, enjoying the way our bodies fit together. His stubble grows back so fast, and it scratches my palms as I get to my toes so we can be the same height. It’s only an inch of difference, tops, but it’s there.

My dick doesn’t want to wait and it’s already filling between our bodies as Cassian’s hands roll my ass as if it was made of dough.

The elephant is in the room with us, because we haven’t actually talked about the whole top/bottom thing since Kai’s birthday party. What I do know is that Cass mentioned wanting to top while he was still with Logan, and with every brush of his fingertips between my buttocks, I’m more convinced that I want him on top of me.

I might be leaning on him a bit too much, and he smiles, pulling my head to his shoulder while his other hand keeps drawing over the skin of my ass.

“What kind of reward should I give you for protecting me from this ginger cat?” Cassian whispers before kissing my temple.

“I didn’t know you chose rewards,” I tease, even though I’m pretty sure we both have the same thing in mind.

I’m scared to voice it, but the circumstances seem right. We’re all alone, and have all the time we want. There’s nothing frightening about Cass. It’s just my nerves getting the best of me.

Cassian sighs and pats my back but never stops holding me in front of the fireplace. “Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose the reward should be up to you,” he says while his hand spreads my buttocks, and his index finger slides in.

It’s as if lights have turned on inside me.

“I want you to top me,” I choke out with eyes wide, wrapping my arms around him. “To t-try at least. I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I think I will. I like the idea, I mean.” My cheeks are on fire and burn even fiercer when Cassian leans down and nips on my cheekbone with a low grunt. I shiver when his fingertip rolls against my hole.

“Yess,” he says in a raspy voice and presses me harder to him. Oh God, his scent is so intense, and his grip—so decisive. This is a part of him I don’t quite know, but while it’s overwhelming, I want him this way too.

My brain fills with a lusty fog, and my instinct tells me to nuzzle his jaw, to run my tongue over his stubble, and rock against his fingers.

I don’t just want him to top me. I want him to fuck me.

I want him to show me everything and make me lose control until all I know is his cock inside me, his eyes staring at me, his lips on my skin. So maybe the whole concept of wanting this in the first place is still very new, but I trust him and know he would never hurt me.

I’m safe with my Cassian.

But no matter how much I believe in him, when he pushes my feet from under me in a rapid move, I stiffen and grab his neck.

His grin tells me he scared me on purpose, but the way he lowers me to the blankets is nothing but careful. Somehow, the moment of fright makes me want him even more.