The little vixen gripped his cock. “Mm. God, yes.” She lifted up on her knees and then sank down on him—nice and slow. Once seated, she swiveled her hips to take him deep. “You feel so good.”
He couldn’t even speak, the pleasure was so intense.
She fell forward, her cheek brushing his, as she rocked—letting him ease out and then slide back in—over and over—like she was savoring the erotic sensations. With each stroke, her nipples grazed his chest, and his body trembled with a need that threatened to break him.
“So good. I never want this to end.” She gasped, tucking her face into his neck.
He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes, the intimacy raw and pure. And then he pressed a soft, sweet kiss on her mouth.
She opened for him, licking inside. As the kiss deepened, turned wild, her hips moved faster. She sat up, tilting back, her hands braced on his thighs. He reached for those full, round breasts, pushing them together and feeling them bounce in his hands. Oh, fuck, yes. It was too much. Thumbs flicking over her nipples, he thrust up into her.
Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and a blush spread across her chest, rising up her neck and coloring her cheeks. A look of utter bliss captured her features, and if he wasn’t so fucking close to coming, he’d freeze this moment in time and save it forever.
Jesus, he felt her everywhere, her hands gripping his thighs, his cock wrapped up in her tight, slick, velvety channel. Gigi. She’s mine.
I love her.
I love her so fucking much.
It hit too fast, that roar of sensation down his spine, the tightening of his balls, so he reached between them, found her clit, so wet and swollen, and the moment he caressed it, her body flung forward, and she cried out.
She lost her rhythm. There was no turning back, his climax was right there, so he clutched her ass, jacking her furiously on his cock. She was out of her mind, swiveling her hips and slamming down on him.
And then she cried out, her body writhing, jerking. “Cassian.”
That voice drenched in ecstasy, calling out his name, did him in. He came hard, his hips bucking off the seat. He held her ass tightly against him as he released, each explosion lighting him up, showering him with hot, fiery sparks.
He’d never felt anything like it.
She slumped on top of him, both of them breathing hard.
He felt whole, sated. His life had never been so perfect.
Finally, he had peace.
Everything would be all right.
Not once in his twenty-seven years had Cassian slept in the same bed with a woman.
Until today. Waking up with a warm, soft, curvy body tucked tightly against his, knowing it was Gigi…the rush of pleasure jolted him wide awake.
His arm slung around her waist, they held hands tightly, and his cheek rested on her silky hair.
If he hadn’t already missed a week of camp, he’d stay just like this. But, no, he had to talk to the coaches about Walker. He’d messaged everyone last night, calling for a brief staff meeting. He needed to let them know the situation.
He knew the moment he released her hand, he’d wake her up, so he kissed her rosy cheek and gently let go.
“No.” She tugged on him, rolling onto her back. “I’m not ready to get up.”
“I am.”
She looked shocked and maybe a little hurt.
But he just smiled. “Because the sooner I get going, the sooner I get back to you.” He kissed her mouth. “I’ll be thinking about you all day. But there’s nothing new about that.”
Her features melted, and she looked like she was about to tear up. Instead, she got all stern. “You’re too charming.” She sat up. “So help me God, Cassian Ellis, if you break my heart again, I’m going to—”
He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Does that mean you’ve given it to me? Do I have your heart?”
She gazed up at him, pushing the hair back from his temples. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. The wariness in her eyes told him he had a lot of work to do to make her feel safe with him.
“I’m not going to break your heart, but I do need time to earn it.” One more kiss, and he lifted off the bed. “I have to go. Got to get everyone up to date on Walker.”
He headed into the bathroom, flicked on the lights and turned on the faucet. It had been the best night…but he was keenly aware that it could be his last.
However many steps he’d taken forward, seeing Amie leaning against his car and in the Jacuzzi had set him back. But it wouldn’t happen again. He’d make sure of that.
He just…it wasn’t about what he could do. Once the season started, he’d have no control over the press, the paparazzi, or the people who inserted themselves into his space.
He stepped into the shower, tipped his head, and let the hot water course over his body. With his eyes closed, he sank down into the way it had felt waking up with her in his arms. How happy she made him…how complete. And he’d use that. Every time he started to lose hope, he’d go back to those moments, use them to keep up the fight.
He would win her back.
She was his future.
His everything.
Eggs crackled in the skillet, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled his kitchen.
This moment, making breakfast with Gigi, after having her in his bed all night, spread through him like a blush. It seemed too good to be true. “What’s your plan today?”
In one of his Mavericks T-shirts that ended mid-thigh, she stood at the island, one bare foot on top of the other, slicing strawberries for her fruit bowl. “First, I’m going to pull out my notebook and take a look at my songs, see if I’ve got anything that would work for Dale. But, then, I want to talk to Grant about recording that duet with me.”
He poured coffee into a mug and handed it to her.
She shook her head. “Caffeine dries out my vocal folds.”
“I didn’t know that.” But he was glad he did. He wanted to know every single one of those details about her. “What do you drink?”
“Tea with licorice root.” She flashed him a grin. “Which you don’t have. So, really, just room temperature water is good.”
“You got it.” He’d pick up some tea for her. “In fact, give me a list of everything you want. I’ll run by the store on my way home from camp.”
She got up on her toes, knife in one hand, strawberry in the other, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” Getting back to work, she said, “I texted Grant yesterday, but I haven’t heard back from him.”
“You mean that song about me being an asshole?”
“It wasn’t about you. It’s about me. My experience of us. But, yes, that one.” She sounded particularly cheerful. And then the smile fell off her face. “Of course I haven’t heard back from him. My phone’s in my purse. Which I left in your truck.” Shaking her head, she headed out of the room. “Is it unlocked?” she called.
“I wanted you naked. I’ll be lucky if I thought to turn off the engine.” He needed to check in with Amie, so he grabbed his phone from the charger. Oh, shit. When had all these messages come in?
Fuck, he’d turned the sound off during camp yesterday. He’d forgotten all about it. As he thumbed through them, his phone vibrated, and he quickly answered his manager’s call. “Hey.”