Her eyes widen a little, and I hope that means she knows how sincere I am. I wouldn’t bullshit her, and I mean every word of it.
Casey releases my hand, gets up, and walks around the table to sit beside me. I blink at her in surprise.
“Thank you,” she says softly, gazing into my eyes. “That’s the nicest thing any guy has ever said to me.”
Before I can reply, she slips a hand around the back of my neck, pulls me close, and kisses me.
5
Casey
Call me forward if you want. I like to think of myself as a gal who knows what she wants and goes for it.
And right now, what I want more than anything is to taste Nicholas Diego’s plump lips.
He tenses the second my mouth lands on his, but then he quickly recovers, reaching up to cup my face as he kisses me back. It’s my turn to freeze, because the passion he’s kissing me with is nothing I’ve ever felt before. He’s the most amazing kisser, and I’m soon flooded with intense feelings of desire.
In LA, I talked to a couple of guys. Had some fun, but never took them seriously. It’s been over a year since I was with anyone, and my body’s reminding me of that now as Nicholas’s tongue slips into my mouth to tease mine.
I can’t help the moan that rumbles from my throat.
His thumbs graze the pulse points in my neck, beneath my jaws. “Your heart is racing,” he murmurs, sounding a little smug.
I place my hand over his chest. “So is yours,” I reply breathlessly.
“I don’t want to rush you, Casey. And I don’t want you to think that I only wanted this from you.”
“I kissed you first,” I tell him, then look him in the eye. “I want you, Nicholas.”
“I want you too,” he breathes.
Biting my lip, I reach down and graze a hand over his lap. I feel a long, thick bulge that’s hard as steel.
I kiss him again. “Let’s get this food to go. Now take me home.”
We leave my car where it is and take his SUV back to his place, of course. On the drive, he glances over at me.
“At the risk of ruining the mood,” he begins, and I groan. I already know where this is going. “What about your brother? I think we both know he would not like this.”
“I know,” I say moodily, looking down at our joined hands. “I don’t like lying to him, either. But, Nicholas, I want what I want. And no one—not my brother, not my parents, nobody—gets to tell me how to live my life.”
“I appreciate that,” he replies. “But do you think we’re being selfish?”
At the next red light, I face him. “You’re the one with the job,” I say. “The one with something to lose. I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. If you’d rather not do this, that’s okay. I’ll understand, I promise.” I’ll understand…and be totally disappointed. But maybe that’s what makes me selfish.
He leans forward and kisses me again. “I’m torn,” he whispers. “I respect your brother—a lot. But…I want you. And more than that, Casey, I have feelings for you.”
“Then let’s figure out the rest tomorrow, okay?” I stroke the side of his face.
Part of me hopes he’ll be a let-down. Part of me hopes he will change his mind and turn the car around. I don’t want to hurt my brother. I hate lying to him. I hate feeling like I’m doing something wrong, but my heart wants Nicholas. And so does my body.
And when we get to his apartment and the door shuts behind us, Nicholas Diego is anything but disappointing.
In a matter of moments, we’re in his bedroom, kissing slowly, deeply, and he’s peeling my clothes off, one piece at a time. His hands run slowly all over me, soothing me, calming me, squeezing and massaging and priming me for what’s to come.
He lays me down on his large bed and kisses every inch of my body from my head to my toes. He finds the spots that make me squeal—my neck, my breasts, my belly, my back, the crook of my arms, the seam where my thighs join my body—and he teases them over and over and over until I’m burning with pleasure and need.
He stands up to remove his jeans, grinning down at my impatiently writhing form. He’s done everything but bring me to orgasm, and I’m dying for it.
“Did I forget something?” he teases silkily as he works his boxer briefs off.
His thick, heavy cock bounces out, and the sight of it makes me even wetter. “I need you, Nicholas. That’s what you forgot!”
He leans over me, running his hands down my thighs before slowly pulling them apart. He runs a fingertip lightly over my pussy. My clit shudders in response, and an intense tingle of pleasure shoots through me as he slides one finger, then two, inside me.
“Oh, God,” I groan, propping myself up on my elbows as he massages his fingers inside me. I can feel the involuntary clenches of my walls around his magic fingers. “You’re gonna make me come, Nicholas!”
He leans down, his lips brushing mine. “That’s the idea. As many times as I can. Now, come all over my fingers, baby. Come for me.”
With another low groan, I lose all control, coming hard on his fingers. They slide in and out of me with ease, because I’m dripping wet.
“Now, please,” I whine, my body still hot and shivering. “Please fuck me!”
“Not yet,” he whispers, kneeling down. “That was just the appetizer. Now I’m ready to eat.”
His hungry mouth lands on me, his tongue immediately going to work as it slides through my folds and massages my clit. He sucks and licks me as if he’s starving and I’m the only thing that can give him sustenance and lets out low groans of pleasure as he does.
I reach down and grip a handful of his hair as I start to come. I want to tell him what’s happening but all I can manage is a string of curses as I explode on his tongue.
When he straightens, I shove him onto his back and swing a leg over him. Gazing into his eyes, I say, “I don’t want anything between us. I’ve been tested and I’m on birth control.”
“Me too,” he breathes. “I mean, not the birth control part, but I want to feel all of you, Casey.”
I brace my hands on his chest and sink down onto him. His thick cock breaches me, stretches me, and I gasp sharply. His hands land on my hips.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I roll my hips to take him deeper. “Oh my God, yes.”
I ride him greedily, loving the way he fills me, the way every slide of my hips makes him growl, makes me moan. He sucks and teases my nipples as I ride him with hard thrusts of my hips. I move faster and faster, taking him deeper, until our bodies are flush, I feel him in my stomach, and he groans my name.
Just one, two, three more rolls of my hips, and fireworks explode throughout my body. His name is jumbled up somewhere in my cries of pleasure, and I’m only vaguely aware of the tight squeeze of his hands on my hips, the low, loud grunt as he comes deep inside me.
Trembling, I collapse on his chest, and his strong arms wind around me.
“Don’t let me go,” I murmur into his neck. “Don’t ever let me go.”