Catching Cassidy by Melissa Foster
Cassidy pulls her foot from my hands and scoots to the edge of her chair. Her knees fit perfectly between mine. She leans forward and places her palms on my thighs. “Why are you so hot?”
I grin. “Good genetics.”
She rolls her eyes. “Your skin, dork.”
Despite knowing I should keep my distance, I lean forward, pressing the insides of my thighs to the outside of hers. I put my hands on her waist and touch my forehead to hers. She smells familiar and fresh as the morning sun.
“Went for a run.”
“Oh.”
“Had to.” I rub my nose against hers. “A little sexually frustrated lately.”
“Oh,” she whispers.
I brush my cheek against hers, then press a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “How about you? Did you think about me last night?” I feel her inhale a sharp breath.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And?” I drag my lips along the shell of her ear, then take the lobe between my teeth and lave it with my tongue. I feel her body shudder beneath my hands, and I pull her toward the edge of the chair.
“And?” Her voice is shaky and thin.
“What did you do when you thought about me?” I rub my cheek up her neck, loving the way her fingers grip my thighs, and air leaves her lungs in a rush. Knowing I have this effect on her makes me harder. I know Cassidy well enough to understand that talking dirty isn’t something she’s used to, but I can’t help myself. I want to know if she took things into her own hands last night, as I did. When she doesn’t answer, I grip her hips and lift her onto my lap. Her legs naturally straddle my waist, and I guide her arms around my neck and press her back, so her chest rests against mine and our cheeks touch.
“Do you trust me?” I’m hard as steel, and I know she feels what she’s doing to me.
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate. Her body melts against me.
“I love you, Cass. Do you know that?”
“Yes.”
“As way more than a friend. Like I’ve never loved another woman. Like I never want to love another woman.”
She doesn’t respond, and I need her to know what I feel for her is real. Bigger than anything I’ve ever felt. I gather her hair in my hand and hold it over one shoulder, baring her other for me to kiss. We already share secrets. I want to share more. I want her to know that I’d bare my soul to her and protect her to the ends of the earth.
“You can trust me, just like I can trust you.”
“I know,” she whispers as her fingers slide up the back of my neck, making it hard for me to concentrate. The breeze from the ocean sweeps up the deck and across our heated skin. I feel goose bumps form on her thighs, and I rub my hands down them.
“I wish I was with you last night. I wish it was your hand stroking me when I came instead of just me and my fantasies of you.”
Her breathing hitches. “Fantasies…I have fantasies.”
“Tell me.” I kiss her neck, hoping she trusts me enough to share her most intimate secrets, because if she doesn’t, I can’t make love to her until she does. She’s too special, too precious.
“I…They’re…” Even without seeing her face, I can feel her cheek heating up against mine. “They’re about you.”
I kiss her collarbone, and she closes her eyes as I slide my hands beneath her shirt and up her back.
“What are we doing in your fantasies?”
“We’re…” Her voice is heady, lustful. “You and I, we’re together. Naked…”
“Mm. Tell me, Cass, last night…How did you satisfy that need? How did you quell the ache between your legs? Did you feel your own wetness?”
“Yes.” A whisper that sounds like it came from the depths of a secret place.
“Did you make yourself come while you thought of me?”
She opens her eyes and gazes into mine with so much trust and love I can feel it in every part of my body.
“I touched myself wishing it were you touching me. Wishing you were loving me. But I didn’t…come. I want you to love me, Wyatt.”
I cup her cheek, my heart swelling with love for her. I know how much courage it took for her to trust me with her innermost thoughts and desires, and I know in that second that I will never, ever turn her away again. I’ll never breach her trust or risk losing her. Not any part of her.
“Baby, I do love you, and I know you didn’t mean what you said last night. You don’t want me to just fuck you.” I hold her, worried she’ll retreat but needing her to hear me. When she nuzzles against my neck, I know she’s embarrassed, and that’s not what I wanted to accomplish either.
“I just want you to know that I get it, Cass. I get you.”
She tightens her fingers on my neck and kisses my shoulder.
“And I can’t resist you any longer.” I can hardly believe this is happening after wanting her for so long, and as much I’ve tried to deny myself Cassidy, I can’t do it any longer. She consumes my thoughts, and I know my body already belongs to her. I want her to feel my love for her and never, ever doubt how I feel or whether she can trust me again.
I don’t think as my hands slip to the curve of her hips, and I hold her still as I rock my hips against her bottom. She makes the sexiest little sound against my neck. My hands travel beneath her shirt again and I grip her waist. She begins to move her hips against my hard length, driving me out of my ever-loving mind.
“Cass,” I whisper. I need to see her eyes.
She pushes from my shoulder and looks at me from beneath heavy lids. Her eyes are dark and seductive, and I know we’re on the same page.
“Don’t resist me, Wyatt.”
“I need to be sure we both understand what we’re getting into so we can weather this together. The risk…It’s still there. We have to know that going in.”
She lowers her eyes. “I know, but it’s you who sees a risk. I see the only man I want to be with. Ever.”
I feel my world shift. All the pieces of my life fall into place like pieces of a puzzle, securely connected. I cup the nape of her neck and bring her lips to mine, hovering there for a long moment, thinking and not thinking at once. I’m being. Just being for the first time in my entire life I’m not rushing to get to the next thing, the next place, or worrying about what I’ll miss. I’m here with Cassidy, in the moment, and nothing has ever felt so right. I want to always remember how this feels, the look in her eyes. I gaze into her eyes one more time before finally taking her in a deep, passionate kiss that breaks the dam of emotions that I’ve been holding back. We kiss and moan, nip and suck. My hands touch her back, her hips, her breasts, her stomach, anyplace I can reach. Holding her against me with one hand, I rise to my feet and pull the door open. Our mouths are still sealed over each other’s as I carry her into my bedroom. I’m so hard, and she’s so soft as I lay her beneath me. It’s the most perfect feeling in the world.
“The door.” She turns and looks at the open bedroom door.
I reluctantly get up and push it closed, then I come right back down on top of her, lift her shirt over her head, and toss it off the bed.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
I take her in another greedy kiss while my hands explore her body. Her breasts are full and soft. Perfect. I lower my mouth over her nipple and her hips rock off the mattress. She fists her hands in my hair, spurring me on to take more. I drag my tongue down the center of her body, feeling her shiver. I linger around her belly button, not wanting to rush through our first time together. I lick along the edge of her panties, then nip at her hip bone, earning myself another sexy gasp. She arches her hips, and I know what she wants, but she’s too sweet to hurry. I kiss my way back to the center of her panties, hook my fingers beneath the edges and pull them partially down, leaving her sex covered, and I kiss her hips, running my hands up her thighs. My fingers graze the damp material between her legs as I lick the insides of her thighs. She clutches at the sheets, bucking her hips again. I move back up her body and take
“You okay?” I whisper.
“More than.” She smiles, eyes closed.
I kiss each of her eyelids, then her lips again, and she presses my shoulders, urging me south. I love that she’s not shy with me in bed. I want to please her until she’s so sated that her limbs turn to jelly.
Kissing a path straight down her stomach, I ease her panties off and toss them aside, nudging her thighs open with my knees. I steal a glance at her parted lips, at the flush of her skin. I never thought we’d find ourselves here together. She’s my best friend. She knows all about my past, and I know how lucky I am that she trusts me. She’s fucking incredible. I can’t wait to feel her coming apart against my lips. I lift her hips off the mattress and slick my tongue across her velvety heat. She moans and drops her head back against the pillow. She’s sweet and hot and tastes so good I have to remind myself to go slow. Cassidy meets every stroke of my tongue with a thrust of her hips. She’s so sexy. I lift her knees, and they naturally fall open, giving me better access to pleasure her. I use my fingers and tease her sensitive bundle of nerves as I stroke her with my tongue. Within seconds she’s panting, gritting her teeth.
“Wy…Wyatt…” She clenches her teeth and turns away. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”
I slide two fingers into her, furtively seeking the spot that will take her over the edge while I devour her with my mouth. Her legs stiffen, and she cries out my name as her inner muscles pulse around my fingers. I slow my probing fingers, prolonging her orgasm, and loving the feel of her as she comes apart.
“Oh…God…” She shudders, fisting her hands in the mattress, and good Lord, she’s sexy as she falls limply to the mattress. Her beautiful breasts rise and fall as she tries to recover.
I move up and seal my lips over hers, knowing she might push away at the taste of herself on my lips. When she doesn’t push me away but kisses her own juice right off my tongue, it nearly pulls me over the edge. Our bodies tangle together, slick and needy.
“Condom,” I murmur between kisses.
“Do…what you did…again.” She opens her eyes and glances down between her legs.
“Baby, I’ll take you over the edge as many times as you’d like.”
I move between her legs and devour her, loving, licking, taking her clit between my teeth, and reveling in her writhing body as another orgasm sends her hips bucking and her body quaking. As she eases down from her climax, she moans, and I can’t help but give her more pleasure, with my hands and mouth. She buries her hands in my hair, holding my mouth to her. As if there were anyplace I’d rather be? Not a chance in hell. Bringing her pleasure, knowing she trusts me, fills my heart to the brim, and hearing her call out my name again as she spirals over the edge nearly does me in.
“Ohmygod.” She pulls on my arms, and I move up so we’re face-to-face. “I’ve never…um…” She traps her lower lip between her teeth.
It takes my mind a minute to grasp what she’s trying to say. At first I think she’s telling me she hasn’t had oral sex before, but then I realize what she means and I fold her into my arms and kiss her until we’re dizzy with need. I want to tell her that I’ll give her more orgasms than she can handle, but I don’t want to embarrass her.
“I’m honored to be your first.” In my head I’m hoping to be her last. The thought of her with another man isn’t one I want to entertain. I brush her hair from her forehead and press my lips to it. “And your second.” I kiss her again. “And third.”
She presses on the back of my hips and arches up to meet me. “And my fourth?”
“You’re too cute for your own good.” I pull open the nightstand and grab a condom, then make quick work of taking off my shorts and rolling on the latex sheath.
Seeing Cassidy in my bed, her hair strewn across my pillow, and her gorgeous, naked body waiting for me, wanting me, is almost too much to take. I settle my knees between her legs and lower my chest to hers. Our lips come together, and I wonder how I got so lucky and how she knew we belonged together.
“Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. I’m yours, Cassidy, and I won’t be able to walk away. So if you have any hesitation...Are you one hundred percent certain that you aren’t going to wake up tomorrow and regret this? That you’re willing to cross this final line and risk our friendship?” My heart feels like it’s going to explode as I wait for her answer.
“More than I want to breathe.” She wraps her hand around the back of my head as I lower my lips to hers and push inside her until I’m buried deep.
We both still, soaking in the newness of us, and reveling in how right it feels. Her body welcomes me like I’ve come home. She’s tight and hot, and when she wraps her legs around my waist and I push in impossibly deeper, holding her close and gazing into her eyes, her lips curve up in a smile.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “You feel amazing.”
“Careful. You’ll give me a big head.”
“You already have one.” She glances down between us. “Two.”
When she giggles, it vibrates through her body right down to my cock. I seal my lips over hers as we begin to move in slow, tentative strokes, finding our rhythm. Then she presses on the back of my hips again, giving me permission to thrust harder, take her more eagerly. I slide my hands beneath her hips and lift, angling them so she can take me deeper. She gasps and digs her fingernails into my lower back. I feel her body begin to quiver as I increase my pace.
“Wy…”
“Come on, baby.” I settle my mouth over her neck the way she loves. Learning what she likes and feeling her body respond nearly pulls me over the edge.
“You’re so beautiful, Cass.”
She clutches my arms and presses her head into the mattress with her eyes slammed shut.
“Wy…Wyatt…”
I thrust into her harder, moving faster. Craving the sound of my name coming off her lips again, I bring my hand between us and stroke her, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. Her inner muscles pulse in fast succession as she claws at my back, my arms, wherever she can find purchase, as her hips buck and her body shudders around me. My hands slide up her sides. She feels so fucking good.
“That’s it, baby. Jesus, you feel so good.”
She rocks her hips, and heat shoots down my spine. My balls tighten. I can’t hold back any longer, and I give in to my own intense release. Every thrust draws more come, until I feel like I’ve been sucked dry, and we collapse, tangled together like we were always meant to be.
Chapter Twenty
~Cassidy~
THE NEXT MORNING, sun peeks through the curtains in Wyatt’s bedroom, slicing across the foot of the bed. Nothing feels better than waking up in Wyatt’s strong arms. Even sleeping he’s strong. He’s spooning me, with one arm beneath my head and the other draped around my body. Only it’s not really draped. He’s holding me. I don’t dare move. I like it here, all bundled up against him with his heart beating against my back. The hair on his legs tickles the backs of my thighs, and his head is tucked against mine. I close my eyes and listen to the peaceful cadence of his breathing.
Over the past few weeks I must have thought about what it would be like to make love with Wyatt a million times, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be anything like yesterday. Wyatt was so loving, so giving…so good. I never realized how close I could feel to another person, and with Wyatt, it’s like we really did become one yesterday. Not just physically, but like our hearts were joining together as much as our bodies were. And I saw it in his eyes, too. I don’t know what made the difference for him, or why he changed his mind about us, but lying here with him, I know he made the right choice.
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“Please tell me you’re not regretting yesterday,” he says in a craggy voice.
I turn in his arms and face him. He’s so beautiful. Seriously too beautiful for words. I know guys are supposed to be handsome and rugged and all things manly, and he is. Wyatt’s a total alpha, but his forest-green eyes and sun-kissed skin and that luscious, talented mouth of his are so striking that he’s also beautiful. What makes him truly beautiful is his heart, and somehow when he looks at me, I feel his heart all around me.
“I’m not regretting yesterday. I’m wondering if it would make me a slut to climb on top of you and get a rerun.”
Wyatt sweeps me beneath him and settles his naked body over me. “Reruns are boring. Why not start fresh?”
He kisses my neck and trails feather-light kisses across my collarbone, swipes his tongue across the dip in the center, and my whole body shivers.
He laces his hands with mine and raises them above my head, holding them prisoner while he kisses my shoulders, my jaw, and moves his cheek against mine. I arch my hips, wanting him inside me.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he teases.
I close my eyes and all my senses heighten. I feel his lips hovering over mine, the tip of his arousal pressing against my center. I feel his body heat infiltrating my skin. His lips meet mine, urging my mouth open with his tongue. My lips part and he kisses me slowly, like he’s discovering my mouth for the first time. His tongue slides over my teeth and the roof of my mouth, and then he outlines my lips. It’s the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt, and when he shifts his hips so his cock is resting over my pubic bone and his balls are against the wetness between my legs, it sends prickling heat through me. I fight against his strength, wanting to touch him, needing to feel his muscles beneath my palms, but my hands are trapped beneath his. He takes my breast into his mouth, and I close my eyes tight, feeling my nipple harden against his tongue. I swear there’s a nerve that goes straight from my nipple to between my legs, because the friction of his erection and his balls rubbing against me while he sucks my breast makes everything in my lower belly tighten. My sex swells with need. He shifts, holds both of my wrists in one of his hands, and squeezes my nipple between his finger and thumb while he sucks the other, and he presses his hips tighter to mine.