Her family didn’t approve of him. At least her brother didn’t, and he knew damn well her father would hit the roof. He didn’t know about her mother, but he had his doubts she’d take her own stand in her daughter’s favor.
When it came down to actually choosing, if it came down to that, could Cassie walk away from her family? Would they make her opt between them?
Could Derek put her in that position?
Fuck. Well, no decisions had to be made now. He was going home to have more fantastic sex with the girl he couldn’t get out of his head or his heart. He’d worry about the other issues as they arose.
Because he wasn’t giving her up without a fight.
He didn’t hit traffic on the highway and arrived home in near record time. Oscar greeted him, and he beat Cassie here because, though his doorman had instructions to let her in to his apartment, the rest of the place was dark.
He flicked on the light just as the knock sounded on his door. He let her in and allowed for Oscar’s crazy-boy greeting, knowing he’d never get the dog to settle if he didn’t have his licks, pets, and hellos.
She knelt, her big down parka dragging on the floor as Oscar did this thing. Cassie giggled and crooned to him before Derek called him off. “Oscar, come on, boy. Come here. Bed.” He walked to the kitchen and returned with a high-value treat that would keep him occupied for a good long time.
Then he turned to Cassie. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
He took three steps forward and pulled her into his arms, sealing his lips over hers. The kiss immediately turned hot, this despite the fact that she wore a puffy jacket and there were barriers of clothing between them. He bit her lower lip and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue sweeping through, tasting her, devouring as best he could.
Needing to feel her skin, he pulled back, unzipping her jacket and tossing it to the floor in the hallway. She kicked off her shoes.
“Do I need to feed you dinner first?” he asked, trying to be a gentleman.
“No. Just hungry for you.”
Apparently they were on the same page. “Bedroom. Now.”
Her eyes darkened with agreement and desire. Not long after, they were naked and in his bed. He pulled her against him. Her hands were cold from the outdoors. But her body was warm, her skin flush against his, her scent permeating his nostrils, the familiar, arousing aroma of her shampoo filling his senses in all the best possible ways.
Maybe it was because he’d let himself admit, at least to himself, that he was falling in love with her. He wasn’t ready to speak the words aloud, but the way they came together, their bodies meshing, their minds in sync, he didn’t have to right now. He just needed to feel. Just wanted her to experience the same emotions rushing through him right now.
He kissed her lips, all the while trailing his hand down from her throat to her chest, cupping her full breasts in his hands. She arched her back, pressing the mounds into his hands, all but begging him to grip her harder.
His cock throbbed hot and hard against her thigh, but he pushed back his desires, wanting to taste her, to savor her body before getting to the main event. He held one soft mound in his hand, bent his head, and pulled her taut nipple into his mouth, suckling on the bud until she was writhing beneath him, gripping his hair in her hands.
He swallowed a groan and slipped one hand between her thighs, cupping her sex. She was damp and ready for him as he slid one finger inside her, gliding in and out, her slick muscles gripping him tight. He trailed his mouth down over her breast, lower to her belly, pausing to lick at her belly button before following a trail down to her sweet pussy.
He dipped his head and pressed a kiss against the top of her mound, sliding his mouth along her outer lips before licking her clit.
“Oh God.” She raised her hips, and he sucked at the tiny nub, pulling it between his teeth, nipping, then soothing with longer laps of his tongue. “Derek,” she groaned.
The sound went straight to his dick, and he pulsed harder, wetness trickling against her leg. One orgasm, he promised himself. He’d give her one climax and he’d bury himself balls deep inside her.
He pumped his finger inside her, curling it against her fleshy inner walls, and she started to shake. He continued to lick at her clit, around, over, back and forth, alternating sensation and pressure, all the while continuing to massage that sponge-like spot inside her.
She arched and gripped his head once more, holding him in pace as she moaned through her release, his name on her lips. He continued to lap at her gently, bringing her down, until she released his hair and collapsed back against the bed.
He moved over her then, grasping her hands and drawing them up over her head. At the same time, he aligned his cock at her entrance and slid home.
“Derek.” Her eyes opened wide as he settled between her thighs, thick and hard inside her.
“Hey, princess.” He grinned at the glazed look on her face. He pulled out and glided back in once more, pressing hard enough for her to feel him deep.
“Again?” she asked, dazed and surprised.
He wasn’t. Together they were electric.