rather animatedly rinsed the plates from their dinner before she slid them in the dishwasher. He was thrilled that Chris had seemingly come to his senses about the role he should have been playing in Cassie’s life for over a decade. And rather selfishly, he hoped she’d put Chris and her family into the plus column of staying. “Marianne has been a thorn in all of your sides for way too long. It’s a shame your dad let it get this far. It was his only failing. He had a blind spot the size of Denver when it came to the woman.”
Cassie grinned. “It’s amazing what love can do to a person.”
Yeah.
It was.
Jake and Cassie had driven home from the distillery together, gone for a walk together, eaten dinner together, cleaned up together. For a guy who was usually quite happy with his own company, he suddenly found he needed her company more.
“Speaking of love, want to get into bed with me so we can pretend to watch a movie and make out instead?”
He handed Cassie a dishwasher tab and she inserted it before turning it on and closing the door. “Genius idea.” She began to open the buttons on the pretty blouse she wore, and his eyes were glued to her hands as they worked.
“You’ve got five seconds to get to the bedroom before I swing you over my shoulder, love.”
Cassie laughed and hurried past him. “You’ve got five seconds to get naked or you aren’t getting laid.”
Fucking easiest bet ever. He’d showered before he’d cooked dinner. It was just his jeans and T-shirt, no underwear because he was behind on laundry. He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it next to hers on the bedside table, then he was naked and on the bed before Cassie had shimmied out of her jeans.
“How did you do that so fast?” she pouted, her hands on her hips. The black bra and panties she wore were hot as fuck.
“You look hot in those.” He eyed up and down her body lasciviously.
“Why, these old things?” She playfully flicked her hair over her shoulder.
“Get your ass over here. No. Lose the underwear, first.”
Cassie did as he said and then climbed on the bottom of the bed to crawl up him. He loved the way her breasts swung as she did. Perfect fucking tits.
As she reached his thighs, he reached out and held one in each hand. “Have I ever told you how much I love these?”
Cassie came to a halt and knelt up so her pussy lined up with his already aching cock. She nudged his hands away and replaced them with her own. “Do you like it when I play with them?” She squeezed them roughly, tugged on the nipples, her eyes firmly on his.
“Yeah,” he replied gruffly. “I like it when you play with just about anything.”
He grabbed Cassie by the hips and rolled them over in one clean move. Settled between her thighs, he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her. Deep, lazy kisses. Her tongue met his, soft and so fucking sweet he felt as though he could stay in this very spot for the rest of his life. Her fingers stroked up and down his back, a sensation that would permanently mark him.
Her hips began to move beneath him, slow undulations, at first, as her body sought the release it needed. As tempting as it was to simply slide into her warmth, they needed protection. Her hands slid down to his ass, holding him where she wanted him as her actions sped up.
Fuck, he was one stroke away from pulling back an inch farther and letting her wet warmth take him away.
“Condom,” he managed to gasp. He knelt up and reached over to the bedside table. As he pulled the drawer open to retrieve one, Cassie’s phone lit up with a message. He didn’t mean to look, just the sudden flash of light in the otherwise darkened room was hard to miss.
Flight Confirmation.
With an airline logo.
With a date.
Fuck.
“You’re leaving?” The will and fight drained from his body. Could it possibly be that easy for her that she’d not only booked the flight, but she’d not even bothered to tell him she was doing it?
“What? Your bed?” He turned and looked at her. Her face still flushed from his kisses, her skin still warm from his sheets. Her hair a mess from the way he’d flipped her.
“No, Cass.” He picked up her phone and