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His tongue reclaims control, his mouth dominating mine. The moan that comes from my lips doesn’t even sound like me. He catches it in his mouth.
The sound of the water, the wind, the occasional car whizzing by are in the very background, drowned out by both of our heavy breathing.
I don’t know what we’re doing. I don’t even know if it’s right, but it’s never felt wrong, and it doesn’t feel wrong now.
His eyes a dark, smoldering gaze, burn into mine. He rises, then tugs at his jacket, stripping it off, remaining in only a white T-shirt that’s clinging to his pecs and arms, emphasizing his triceps and tattoos. Taking my fingers, he pulls me forward and places the jacket around my shoulders.
Saying not a single word, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans, beneath the top I’m wearing. His fingers blaze a trail, tracing the waistband, asking a question that I can’t say no to, but can’t voice a yes.
Without objection, he takes my button and flicks it loose from the buttonhole, then catches my zipper and yanks it down. He raises his eyes to mine, looking for a resistance that I’m powerless to give. The lower half of my body feels as soft as jelly. As soft as the willpower I have to deny what we both want.
CRIME SCENES AND INVITATIONS
JOSH
Cassie's a mess. Her hands are covered in the mud and shit that makes up the bayou that leads out to Orchid Bay. She's got one shoe stuck in the same mud and the other on ground. She kicks the shoe off and makes her way to dry ground while I make my way toward her.
She raises her gaze upward to me, and it reminds me of the last time she gave me head. How her eyes locked on mine while she took me in deep. My cock twitches in response to the memory, and I fight the urge to adjust my pants. Hopefully, she doesn't glance down and see what she's done to me.
I grab the old towel I'd been sitting on and pick up a coffee can that's probably been laying out here for ages and double-time it to her. Dipping the can in the water, I rinse her feet off and then wrap them in a towel. That done, I glance up, only to find her studying me, a barely veiled expression of pure lust on her features.
If nothing else, at least we still have that. Though the truth is, for me, there's always going to be more than that. Way more than lust. She's my everything, and I have no doubt she always will be. Suddenly, she turns red, snatches her feet from my hands, and tucks them beneath her, then draws her knees close to her body and hugs them. She's pretty much cocooned herself away from me, physically and emotionally.
I won’t be deterred. I reach out and wrap the towel tighter around her feet and lean back, still squatting before her, still fighting the beating of my heart. It's like drums. It beats so hard I can hear it in my ears.
Then I do what I least expected. I ask, “Returning to the scene of the crime?”
Now, why the hell did that slip out? Pain at the betrayal, at the breakup, all of that sears through me at the reference.
A beat passes. Then another one. Her expression turns vulnerable and questioning. “Crime?” she asks.
Feeling like an asshole, I redirect. “How are you doing?”
Small talk fills the air. Talk I couldn't tell you what about if asked later. All I know is Cass is in front of me, in my life, if only for a short moment, and I'm drinking her in like a man who's parched.
How we went from there to my kissing her is beyond me. Might as well ask me how I drew the next breath. Couldn't answer. It's natural. It's nature. It's us.
From kissing, we move to more stuff. Stuff that's always been a part of us from the start. When I reach for the waistband of her jeans, she doesn't stop me. Good thing, because I feel unstoppable.
No, she doesn't stop me. Her eyes issue an invitation that is age-old and, at the same time, so very new.
BUTTERFLIES AND SLEDGEHAMMERS
CASSIE
Josh hooks a thumb under the waistband at each hip and gives a tiny tug, knowing it isn’t moving unless I help.
Which I do, raising my butt off the cold concrete.
He pulls my jeans off, all the way, then takes his jacket and places it under me, so my ass isn’t on the coarse, chilled, hard surface. I’m in panties, a T-shirt, and my windbreaker, sitting on his jacket wondering what the hell we’re doing, and at the same time, glad we’re doing it. Whateveritis, whatever happens.
My pose pretty much resembles the mud flaps on a truck, not because I’m trying to be sexy, but because the alternative is lying on my back. That would send a message that I don’t want to send, even though it’s a message I definitely feel and certainly agree with. I want him. More than I ever have.
He’s in front of me, watching me, probably catching the gamut of expressions as they fly over my face, managing to keep his own face expressionless, though I recognize the glint of lust in the depths of his black eyes.
Putting a finger on the inside of each knee, he pushes my legs apart. I offer no resistance. Deep within my body, desire pools. I can feel its descent as it travels over muscles that are tight with anticipation. He trails one finger down from the inside of my knee, along my inner thigh, until he reaches the boundary of my panties.
Josh runs that finger up and down the elastic, all along my thigh, down to the area that is so close to my folds that I hold my breath in anticipation, hoping he’ll breach it.
