by Emma Nichols
"I like that. We've got time, what do you want?"
Cassie considered it a moment then nodded. Why not? She could make it her last if they decided to call it a night early.
"Another sunrise or something else?"
"Sunrise," Cassie said after just a moment. He got up and she danced in her seat, moving with the beat of the familiar music. Shane came back after a few minutes and handed her a glass as he took his seat again. "Did I miss anything?"
"No. It looks like Billy Sims might be fighting with his date, or is she is wife? That's about it."
Shane turned toward the dance floor for a moment. "I think it's his wife. I'm not convinced they're fighting, it looks practiced to me. Like it's a game between them."
Cassie watched a while longer. "You're right. It's almost choreographed."
The band was playing a mix of rock, pop, and country music from when they were in school. When they played the opening notes from Our Song by Taylor Swift, Cassie leaned over and spoke so only Shane could hear.
"I used to play this song over and over and imagine it was you and me." She kept her eyes on the band and those dancing so she couldn't see his reaction. She didn't want to see if he was horrified or if he laughed. The next thing she knew, he was standing and pulling her to her feet.
"Come on." Shane led her onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. She was reluctant but went along. They swayed with the music and when the song was nearly over, Shane spoke into her ear. "This can be our song if you want, or we can pick another. I don't have a preference, but I like the idea of us having a song."
Heat pooled in her belly, and she didn't know what to say. Instead, she let him lead her back to the table, and she picked up the water she'd asked a waiter to refill earlier.
A few songs later, he pulled her onto the floor again.
"Let's have a little fun,” he said as he led her out to the floor during a faster song.
Normally, Cassie would refuse, but the alcohol loosened her inhibitions enough that she went along willingly. She danced, rubbing against him as they moved to the beat of the music and having the best time she could ever remember having at a dance. The heat and feel of her body against his made her wish they weren't in the middle of a crowded dance floor, but alone, with fewer clothes. By the end of the song, she was breathless but grinning like a fool.
"You want to stay and dance some more, or call it a night?" he asked with a smile.
It didn't take her but a couple seconds to decide she was done with the party, at least this one. "Let's go."
Unable to resist him, Cassie closed the distance between them and stretched up to brush her lips against his.
"I'm trying to be good here."
"Why?" Cassie wiggled, rubbing up against him in all the right ways. "Being good has never been much fun. Trust me I've spent the last twenty-eight years being good."
"That may be true, I've learned you get into a lot less trouble if you behave most of the time. Leaving more time for the things that are far more fun than a few minutes of wild and crazy."
She gave him a sultry smile. "Are you sure?"
"Certain."
A soft bing sounded as they arrived at their floor. Cassie was barely aware of the doors opening as her attention was focused on Shane. His arm around her middle tightened, and he guided her backward out of the elevator. "Sorry."
Cassie giggled, realizing someone must have been waiting. Not that she had any regrets. Shane stopped them in front of their room and unlocked the door. Cassie was glad he still had his wits about him, because emotions and desire had stolen hers. Once the door was open, she hurried inside, pulling Shane with her, then pushed the door closed and pushed him back against it.
"We're inside now."
"We are." His arms came around her middle, and his mouth covered hers in a kiss that sent bolts of heat through her body and clouds of lust to her brain.
Cassie's world narrowed to the press of her body against his, the heat seeping through their clothes. She'd spent the last several hours thinking about this. Wondering how the reality of Shane would compare to her, admittedly naïve, high school fantasies of him. Now, even before they'd gotten to the bed or removed a single piece of clothing, she knew he far surpassed her imagination. Even his kiss, with his hands still over her clothes, sent more heat through her than she'd known was possible then.
Shane's hands sliding up her torso brought Cassie back to the present. Here and now was a far better place to be.
Cassie tugged at his tie. It was in her way. She wanted to feel his skin. When it loosened she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt for a moment, then she gave up and pulled his shirt loose from his pants. Finally, she slid her hands up under the dress shirt and groaned into their kiss because instead of him, she encountered the soft cotton of his undershirt.
Shane broke the kiss.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We have all night." He tugged his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt. Cassie stepped back and watched, then realized she could be doing something too and kicked off her heels. She considered taking off her dress, but she wasn't quite ready to be naked, or in her underwear, in front of him. Shane was great, but she was more than a little heavy and wasn't ready to expose her most obvious flaws like that. She did reach back and open the hook at the back of her neck. It would make it easier to get her dress off later.
Shane shed his dress shirt, then peeled his undershirt off over his head. Cassie couldn't look away. Her hands itched to touch him and thoughts of where she'd like to lick raced through her head.
"Do that again." His voice had gone thick and honeyed.
"What?" her gaze shifted to his face.
"Lick your lips like that again."
Her face heated. She hadn't been aware she'd done it. Though, she admitted he was pretty yummy to look at. Not exactly sure how she'd done it to make him ask to see it again, Cassie licked her lips, but it was awkward. She wasn't sure what he was looking for.
A smile spread across Shane's face. He closed the distance she'd put between them and pulled her close again.
"You're adorable. Your confidence is sexy as hell, but your uncertainty is worse on my self-control."
Cassie could only smile. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's you. That's all it needs to be." He lowered his head to nuzzle along the back of her ear and down the side of her neck while she flattened her hands against his chest, savoring the feel of his bare skin. She laughed as his light touch tickled. Her laughter only made him tickle her more, and she squirmed against him without stepping away.
Together, they stumbled farther into the room, touching, kissing, and each wrapped up in the other until they hit the edge of the bed and, together, fell laughing across it.
Cassie's breath caught as she hit the mattress, and she looked up into his clear blue eyes. All teasing suddenly fled her mind as his body came crashing against hers. He caught himself, so his head didn’t come smashing into her face, but they both froze for several seconds with their eyes locked. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she pulled him down so she could reach his mouth with hers.
Flames rushed through her. She couldn't wait to get out of her dress, but that would mean moving, and she didn't want to let Shane go.
Shane's hand slid up from her waist to cup her breast through the sequin and lace of her dress, and she wished again it was gone. His mouth left hers to caress down her neck and along her shoulder, sliding one thick strap aside. She wiggled a little and helped him slide the straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms free before wrapping them back around him. Shane continued moving slowly down her body. He ran the top of his tongue along her collarbone, sending shivers through her as heat pooled low in her belly.
He worked his way down, moving the top of her dress down as he went. One at a time, he revealed her breasts, kissing and teasing the sensitive tips. Every touch sent sparks of heat and fire through her. She pulled at him, trying to get him closer somehow
. She couldn't stand the distance between them. Her fingers scraped along his shoulders and through his short hair. It only seemed to encourage him.
She didn't know how long she'd lay there, her hands on him and his mouth and hands on her, when he moved back up and gave her a searing kiss.
"Stand up a second." Cassie let him pull her to her feet, and before she realized what he was doing, he'd unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood there, in nothing more than her panties and thigh high stockings. She wished for the second time that night that she owned a garter belt. She could have worn it for him. She resisted the urge to cover herself as she felt exposed, while he still had his pants on.
No. This was something she'd waited more than ten years for. She wasn't going to waste it being embarrassed. Cassie watched as Shane kicked off his shoes and removed his belt before reaching for her again.
"That's better."
"But you're still wearing more than me."
"That's to keep things from moving too fast."
Cassie frowned. Things were going slow enough to make her crazy. Could they go any slower?
"Come here." He pulled her into his arms. "It'll be worth it, I promise." Lowering her back to where she'd been lying, he kissed her again, his hands skimming over her bare skin. There was no doubt, Shane knew what he was doing. He was good.
He worked his way down her body. Every touch, every caress added to the heat inside her and the moisture pooling between her thighs. She let him have control for as long as she could stand, but when his lips reached the elastic of her panties, his hands dipping lower to tease her through the thin silk, she was at the edge of her limits. His fingers brushed the tip of her clit, and she lost all control. Her body seized and clenched as waves of pleasure washed through her.
When the pleasure receded, and she could think again, she looked down to find Shane watching her. Now it was her turn. With a mischievous grin, she sat up and took charge.
"You're turn... Come on." She grabbed the waistband of his slacks and steered him where she wanted him, back down on the bed like she'd been. She'd fantasized about him for too long to let him be in charge all night long. He'd gotten her off, now it was her turn.
10
Shane was surprised when Cassie pushed him back and took charge, but he found it as hot as her confidence at the pool was that afternoon. He liked when women took charge, he just wasn't expecting it. In his experience, it usually took some familiarity with their partner for most women to come out of their shells enough to take control like this.
As he lay on his back staring up at her, his cock throbbed. He wasn't sure it could get any harder. When Cassie straddled his legs and stared down at him, giving him a grin that let him know she had something planned, he realized he'd been wrong.
She trailed one finger along his chest, scraping through the light smattering of hair he had there to tease his nipples. He wanted to flip her over and do things his way but forced himself to let Cassie have the lead, at least for a while. She teased him for a few minutes, then she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over one nipple while keeping her eyes locked on his face. He knew she was watching his reactions, so he didn't try to hide them.
As the tip of her tongue flicked over and over his nipple, he let his eyes drift closed as the sparks of heat shot through him. With his eyes closed, his other senses became sharper. The sweet scents of her perfume, and the honeyed musk of her arousal, were stronger. The wet heat of her mouth on him, the scrape of her nails on his skin, were more acute. He couldn't wait to be buried inside her. To feel her squeezing around him as he drove her over and over into orgasm.
Cassie's hands moved down his torso and fumbled for a moment at his waist before slipping inside his slacks.
Unable to stop himself, Shane groaned when her hand wrapped around his engorged cock through the thick cotton of his underwear. She squeezed, and he nearly embarrassed himself by coming right there like a green kid. Instead, he gripped the sheets and tried to think of something else, anything else.
Her weight on his legs disappeared, and he opened his eyes to find she'd stood. She reached for his slacks, so he lifted his ass and pushed them off his hips, letting her pull them off his legs, but he left is underwear in place. He was not going to come yet, and they might help him keep that vow. Maybe.
Once his pants were off, Cassie ran her hands up both of his legs as she came back to sit beside him. Shane suspected what she had planned and couldn't wait.
"Tell me if you don't like something."
"I can do that, but I don't think there’s anything you will do that I won't love."
"You think so?" The smile that spread across her face held mischief, as if there was more to her than that first glance. That, he didn't doubt. "How do you feel about teeth and nails?"
"Just don't draw blood out of the box."
Cassie's eyes widened a moment, then her smile grew.
"Good to know." She scraped her nails down his side until she reached the elastic of his boxer briefs, then continued to run her fingers along the taut cloth. "I like these. I've never seen them in person before." Cassie continued to run her fingers along the fabric, bringing them down to draw designs against the underside of his balls.
Shane jumped. His dick throbbed as it ached to be inside her, one way or another. Cassie looked up and her gaze met his.
"Looks like something is feeling a little left out and wants some attention of its own." She gave him a pretty pout as she tugged the waistband of his underwear down. His cock popped free and throbbed again. "Oh, it's even waving hello." Cassie wrapped her hand around the shaft and squeezed as she lowered her upper body so her sexy pink tongue could peek out and circle the rim.
The only think that kept Shane from coming off the bed was that he saw it coming. His hands clenched in the bedspread beneath him. She loosened her grip and continued to lick at the dark helmet while sliding her hand up and down. If he wasn't careful, he was going to come in the next ten seconds.
"Stop. Please." His voice was rough.
"But, why?" She sat up and gave him sad eyes, but beneath that, he saw the satisfied look of hers, having brought him so close to the edge so easily.
"Just give me a second."
"And if I don't want to?" she leaned close again, her tongue out like she was going to lick him again.
"Then this isn't going to last nearly as long as I’d hoped."
"Hmm… Here I thought if I got you off now, you would last longer later." She fluttered her lashes at him as if she didn't know exactly what she was doing.
"I'm all for that. I wasn't going to assume there was going to be a later. I wanted to make the most of the moment we've got now."
Cassie lifted her brows at him but didn't say a word. She maintained eye contact as she lowered herself over him again, but this time she didn't lick or tease him. She opened her mouth and enveloped the tip of his cock, then more. She kept going until Shane could feel her throat spasming around the tip of him, and then she held still. There was no way she could breathe like this, but she didn't seem to care. He ached for her to move, to slide up and down his length, but she held on, waiting for something… he didn't know what.
After what seemed like an eon, she started to move. The pleasure was immense as she gently scraped the edge of her teeth around his cock and pushed him over the edge to pleasure. Fire raced up his spine, and he could hold nothing back as he exploded down her throat.
When he could breathe again, and the ability to think started to return, he found her watching him with a satisfied look. She was pleased at how quickly she'd made him lose his control. He couldn't help it, he reached for her and pulled her down beside him.
"Come here." She lay beside him with her head on his shoulder while he caught his breath. "You realize you're going to pay for that, right?"
"I was hoping you'd say that."
A knock on the door woke Shane. Between their combined desires, they hadn't gotten more than a
couple hours of sleep. He rubbed his eyes and wondered who it was.
"Yes?" he called.
"Room service," came a muffled voice.
Shit, that was right. Breakfast came with the reunion fee. Shoving the blankets back, he slid out of bed and glanced around. Where were his pants? He couldn't answer the door like this. A quick glance told him Cassie was covered.
"Hang on a second." He didn't want them to leave. There they were. He snatched his pants from the floor and stepped into them, carefully zipping them but not bothering with the button before he opened the door.
"Your breakfast," a woman in a housekeeping uniform offered him a tray.
"Thank you." He took it and turned away to set it down. The woman caught the door before it could slam shut.
"There's another for this room, correct?"
"Yes, I'll be right there to get it. Thank you again," he said as he took the second tray and closed the door. As he set the second tray on the desk, he looked over to find Cassie sitting up, the comforter clutched to her chest. "Sorry, I forgot about breakfast."
"Me too." She gave him a sleepy smile.
"What are your plans for today?"
"Pack up and drive home. I'm supposed to return my rental in Baltimore, then I'll go home.”
"Do you not have a car?"
"I do, I just like to rent one for trips. It keeps extra miles off mine, and makes repairs not my expense, plus, it lets me drive different models."
"Hm. I never thought of that." He set her tray on her lap and took his own to his side of the bed to eat while they talked. "Any chance I can talk you into returning your car here and riding back with me?"
"Possibly, but why? The weekend's over, you can go back to your life."
"Cassie, you're not a weekend distraction. I knew that going in. You're a make a life kind of girl."
Her eyes filled with tears, but she stopped them before one spilled down her face.
"Are you sure?"
"Baby, I've never been more sure."
"Then let's go return my car."