Page 19 of Beg for You

Her grip tightened on my wrist, the other hand clawing at my thigh. “Yes.”

Finally, I slid my finger lower to her hot, wet opening and pushed in just the tip. In and out, over and over. She tried to open her legs wider, but I kept hers trapped between mine. She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling, swaying with every labored breath. She was a sight to see, fucking gorgeous. I kept my eyes on her face as I slowly pushed my finger inside her nice and deep.

Everything she was feeling was right there on her face, and I almost came in my goddamn pants. Cassy was tight as fuck and so damn hot. I wanted inside her in a big way.

I didn’t look away as I pumped my finger in and out, as she got closer, her sleek body undulating against me. “More,” I growled, so rough I sounded wild, fucking unhinged.

“Yes…God, yes.”

I slid out and pushed back in with two fingers this time, pressing down on her clit with my thumb. She bowed against me, tits thrusting high, and screamed, coming around my fingers.

Holy fuck.

I worked her through it, wringing out every last shudder and cry and moan. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, couldn’t look away for anything.

Slowly, ever so slowly she came back to herself. Her lids fluttered then opened, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. Her cheeks were already pink, but she flushed brighter and quickly looked away.

Something came over me, something I had no fucking control over. I just knew I hated it, hated her looking away from me like she was ashamed. Ashamed that she let me touch her, of what she’d let me do? I had no idea, I just fucking hated it.

I grabbed her chin and turned her head back to the mirror. “Look at me,” I said, rough and low.

Her eyes snapped back up to mine.

“Don’t do that, Princess,” I gritted out. “Don’t play coy and don’t play the innocent when you all but begged me to do exactly what I just did.”

She shook her head, her white-blond hair tickling my chest. “I’m not…that’s not what I—”

“We’re not done,” I said.

She just stared at me.

“You want more, Cassandra?” I held my goddamn breath, because after the way I’d just reacted, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she ran from my shop and never came back. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want more.” This time it was stronger.

It took everything in me to stand, step away from her, grab her shirt and bra, and hand them to her. She took them from me and dressed, eyes darting in my direction. I felt her confusion, felt the question in her eyes. I ignored it and waited until she was dressed.

When she shifted nervously, waiting for me to say something, I stepped closer, slid my hand up the side of her neck, and leaned in close. I hadn’t kissed her yet, and I wanted to so damn badly, which was exactly why I didn’t. I refused to think too closely about that either.

“You’ll get more, Princess. I promise you that,” I said, then I straightened and let her go. She stumbled slightly and backed toward the curtained door.

“Right…I guess I’ll just…I’ll…t-thank you,” she stuttered, and spun, rushing out. I heard the click of her heels moving fast toward the door.

I shoved the curtain back and called her name.

She halted and turned back to me.

“See you next week.”

She went to turn again, but I stopped her.

“Wear a skirt.”

Her eyes flared and her fingers curled around the strap of her bag tighter, but I didn’t miss the heat there. She yanked the door open and bolted out onto the street.

I walked to the window and watched her rush to her car, get in, and drive off. Then I let out a ragged breath.

Somehow I had to keep my head around Cassy, and after the way she’d just come for me, I got the feeling that would be easier said than done.