and he’s the most amazing kisser ever. She’s never had better and sees stars the moment his tongue glides into her mouth.
I’m here to set the record straight and tell you that all of those things do exist with the right person.
Does that happen with Cason?
Yes. All of it. He cups my cheeks, treats me with carefulness but still, there’s a spark of bad boy in there I’m dying to see come out and command the situation.
Deepening the kiss, he pushes me back against the seat. I hold onto his shoulders, never wanting him to stop kissing me. If I had to attribute his kissing to anything, I think it might be similar to… oh, fuck, I don’t know. I can’t think with his tongue in my mouth. It’s too much.
“Jesus Christ,” Cason gasps, his mouth inching closer and closer, his tender sound shivering up my spine. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. “Me too” sounds weird because that’d mean I’m wanting to taste myself.
And “thank you” sounds conceited.
He doesn’t give me much of a chance before his right hand squeezes my thigh and slides up toward my ass. “Please tell me your house is close.” Peppering my lips with kisses, his hot mouth moves to my neck. “I can’t take much more of this teasing.”
“Not far,” I manage to say between kisses, a cluster of goose bumps tightening my nipples.
I move my hand from his shoulder, finding the hem of his shirt. Without much thinking, I sneak my hand to the bare skin beneath it.
Cason sucks in a quick breath, his kiss faltering. His stomach is rock-fucking-hard. Every inch of him I explore in the ten minutes it takes to get to my house is toned and tight. What I don’t touch is the juncture between his thighs. I’m saving myself. I mean, I’m saving that glorious moment because, girl, I’m well aware of the bulge there.
He whispers things to me I never thought I’d hear in my entire life. Certainly that boring banker of a husband would never say. Hell, Collin fucked with his socks on. That right there should tell you how normal he was in bed.
Cason Jarrett Reins. He’s nothing like that.
It starts with “I bet your clit is swollen. Throbbing like my fucking cock.”
Sexy, right?
I got one more for you. Hold your breath for this one.
Are you?
Actually, I have to explain where his hands are first. On my throat. He stops kissing me, eyes with fiery desire, and pants the words “I wanna see you choke on my cock and my cum on your lips,” he rasps, peering down at me as if he’s waiting for me to reply.
What happened to the nice guy?
Oh, who cares. I want this one fucking me into next Friday.
But do you want to know what I say in response?
“Okay.”
No, seriously, that’s what I say.
I panic. I want to reply with something equally as sexy but can’t think of anything.
During all of this, the Uber driver never shuts up. We’re completely oblivious to him, but he’s talking to us like we’re best friends he hasn’t seen in years. Cason is nice about it and offers a “cool man,” an “uh-huh” and a few other useless versions of answers to the guy but never stops touching me. I love that he can’t keep his hands off me.
Even though I know it’s not going past tonight, his attention is exactly what I need.
When the driver pulls up to my house, Cason tips the Uber—sadly. Remember? No money.
“I feel completely mortified that I don’t have any money.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t gonna charge you for tonight.” He slips his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans, his breathing evening out. “First ride’s always free.”
I laugh, trying to dig my keys out of my bag. “That’s nice of you.”
Cason eyes the house, his footsteps raking against the stone path leading to the house. “How do you have this nice of a house and no money?”
“My husband.” I spit the word out with venom, glaring at the house. “He wasn’t paying the bills like I thought. I’m assuming all our money was going to keep his mistress happy.”
His chest meets my back, his head dipping forward to the spot he’d been eyeing all night. “He sounds like a douchebag, and I think I need to fuck you on his bed.”
“Why’s that?”
He turns me around and backs me up against the door. I swallow, unsure what happens