highlighted by hints of pink on her cheeks and upper chest, as she lay there, limp as a ragdoll. She looked like he felt.
He rolled over and lay next to her, chest heaving, sweat stinging the raw crater of his eye where it had run down beneath the eye patch.
“Holy shit,” Cassidy breathed.
“Yeah,” he replied, too wasted to do anything more than breathe and thread her fingers through his. He felt himself fading and knew he should say something, anything, it was what a lady deserved. But the thought went hazy as he dropped off into sleep.
Chapter Four
Cassidy awoke to the gentle pluck of callused fingers at her nipples, between her legs. Heaven. Pure heaven . She fought to stay in the dream because it was so very delicious and it had been far too long since she’d dreamt herself into orgasm.
The heavy mane of her hair lifted and an insistent mouth cruised over her nape, nipping, licking, tugging at her until she squirmed beneath those hands, that mouth, begging for more, even as she realised it was no dream. This had to be the best way to wake up ever devised and there was no way she was going to let it end.
Those magical lips moved down her back until, with a sudden swift move, she was shifted from her side to her back, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She stared at a blond head burrowing between her thighs and began to breathe in short, sudden pants.
He found her clit, licking the hard nub with first teasing, then hard, wide swipes. Her pussy gushed as he pushed first one finger, then two inside her, twisting and turning until she could feel his knuckles hard against her. The pads of his fingers discovered and exploited her G-spot.
She shuddered, a full-body shiver, and clenched her thighs tight around his head, weaving her fingers through the short spikes of his hair, urging him on. He increased his pace. Glittering sensation rocketed through her, sparking in her clit and nipples at the same time, catapulting her over the top and into an orgasm so intense she thought she just might die.
Dimly, in the back of her consciousness, she heard the soft tear of foil and felt a heavy body settle between her legs, lifting her hips until his hard cock pressed insistently against her. She began to protest…no, too tired…then he was inside, stretching her almost to the point of pain, and there was no way in hell she was giving this up.
She opened her eyes and stared up at Scott, his single eye burning with an intensity that shook her down to her soul. She knew how she was supposed to feel about the magical way he handled her body, but what about the havoc he was beginning to wreak in her heart with his soft, worshipful touch and smouldering gaze? She shut her eyes, concentrating solely on the sensations whirling through her, and not on the incredibly tender look gracing his face.
He thrust slowly, the angle of his entry driving him deeper than she’d ever been penetrated. She twined her legs around his thighs, anything to keep him inside, and felt one of his hands leave her hip. His fingers honed in on her clit, strumming it in time to each plunge. She hovered on the edge of another climax, and still he moved with slow certainty.
“Cassidy,” his voice was impossibly deep and the simple sound of it almost pushed her over the edge again. Almost.
“Cassidy, look at me.” He was commanding now and she couldn’t help but obey. Her eyes fluttered open. “I want to see your expression when you come.” He picked up the pace as their gazes locked. Their bodies slapped together in a sound as old and sensuous as time. She felt her body begin to tense, he pressed a broad thumb against her clit, and she exploded, screaming his name.
Scott drew in a ragged breath as Cassidy squeezed and pulsed around him, gritting his teeth to keep her from pulling him along. To hell with that . He’d come like a fifteen-year-old the first time. This time he was going to use both of their bodies until