Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

H oly shit just about covered it. Del couldn't believe how close he was to embarrassing himself from just touching Cassie. The woman was more potent than the strongest of Jack's spirits. God, just touching her soft, supple skin had his engine revving like never before. Had he ever been this turned on? If so, he couldn't remember.

Last night, the sight of her flushed, fevered state had him worried. Her sickness circumvented his driving need to have her. No doubt, he'd still wanted her—she was the sexiest woman he'd ever laid his eyes on—a man would have to be dead not to notice—but her illness put a pause on his lust. She wasn't ill now. Never had he been more thankful for a speedy recovery.

He crawled his way up her glorious, naked body, trembling with the need to take her hard and fast. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't. Cassie deserved better than a hard, quick screw their first time. Maybe their second time. Or third.

Her bare flesh was still rosy pink due to her recent release, and thankfully, not the return of her fever. Now he was the one who burned. Burned with a fire of need. For her. Damn, but those soft little moans of hers got to him. He'd gladly worship her body day and night if she'd make those sweet sounds in his ear. Turned him the hell on.

Seemed like everything about this woman turned him on. Her body, her personality, hell, even the way she called him on his shit got his motor running. Oh yeah, he'd had a few teacher and naughty student fantasies about Cassie before. Maybe one day he'd convince her to play—

What the hell was he thinking? This wasn't a real relationship. She'd made that pretty damn clear before they started. Sure, they were getting married, but it wasn't a real marriage and this…whatever the hell they were doing, wasn't anything permanent. Odd, considering he'd never had trouble separating sex and emotions before.

But Cassie was different.

She wasn't some hot chick he met on a fun night out in Denver. He'd see Cassie tomorrow and the next day and the next. Hell, they were going to live together soon as man and wife. Even if it was all a ruse, they'd still be in close proximity. Sharing a house, sharing a…bed? From what they experienced together so far, he sure as hell hoped so.

"Delta, that was amazing."

"You're amazing." And he loved it when she purred his name like that in her sex kitten voice. "And we're not done yet, sweetheart."

She graced him with a coy smile. "Oh, really?"

"You bet your sexy little ass."

He grabbed said ass to emphasize his point. She let out a small squeal, body twitching in surprise. The move pressed her closer. He groaned at the sensation of her warm, silky skin pressed against his. Since they were both naked, nothing stood in the way, and he felt every magnificent inch of her.

"Mmm, poor Del." Her voice went husky as she reached down and encircled his cock in a firm grip. "You must be aching."

Understatement of the century.

He let out a loud groan when she slid her hand up and down, stroking him with perfection. His body trembled with the need to come, the pleasure almost painful. But he didn't want to finish things like this their first time. As hot as this little fantasy-come-to-life was, he wanted to be inside her. Now.

His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her wicked, wonderful hand away and placed it on the pillow by her head. Her lips turned down in an adorable little pout he wanted to kiss right off her face. Since he could now, he did just that. After spending a few precious moments memorizing the feel of her lips against his, he pulled away.

"No fair," she glared, but a smile hid in the corner of her lips. "I wanted to play, too."

How had Cassie hidden this playful side of herself from him for so long? He didn't know, but he enjoyed seeing it. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're just too damned good at that, and if I'm going to rock your world again, I can't have you finishing me off in your hand."

Green eyes lit with mischief. "Did I say you rocked my world? I don't recall admitting to that."

Yeah, he freaking loved this side of her.

He started to move off her. "Okay then, maybe I should go an—"

"Don't you dare!"

She pulled him back on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. The move put certain body parts in perfect alignment. Unable to stop, he arched his hips against her. She cried out as his cock rubbed against her.

"Still want to play?" The words rasped out of him. He was hanging on by a thin wire. This woman absolutely shattered his control.

"Let's both play," she answered. A response he could totally get on board with.

Reaching down between their bodies, he slipped his fingers inside, testing her readiness. Warm, wet heaven greeted him. He thrust his fingers, loving the soft cries she made.

"Del, please. I need you. Now."

Cassandra Brown, begging him. Somebody get it on the record because he doubted it would ever happen again.

Reveling in the potency this woman made him feel, he shifted, removing his hand and guiding the head of his erection to her entrance. The first touch was like paradise. Nothing had ever felt so good. A grunt of hedonism tore from him as he pushed slowly inside her. He couldn't ever remember sex feeling this amazing.

And then it hit him why.

"Shit!" Pulling out, he ignored her cry of protest. It damn near killed him to leave the warm paradise of her, but they'd forgotten something very important.

"Why did you—"

"Condom," he gritted the word out between clenched teeth. He was hanging on by a thread, trying to hold on, make it amazing for her, but damned if he'd be an irresponsible jackass and risk getting her pregnant.

"Fuck!" She smacked her forehead.

"I'd like to, but first we need a rubber."

She glared. "Really, Del? Sex jokes at a time like this?"

"It's either laugh or cry." He shrugged. "I'm just trying not to blubber like a baby and take away my manly sex god status in your eyes."

"You mean, you don't have any protection?"

Her face fell with such devastation, and he knew precisely how she felt. His poor balls were so blue they were working their way toward purple.

"I wasn't exactly expecting this when I came over last night."

"But," she appeared flummoxed. "Don't all guys keep like an emergency condom in their wallet or something?"

"Sure, if you're an idiot and want it to break due to heat from being near your ass all day."

Cassie shook her head. "Oh, so now you're Mr. Sex Ed? Perfect!"

He laughed at her umbrage. "Wait, are you mad at me because I have a comprehensive knowledge of safe sex and practice it?"

"I'm mad because I'm horny, you're sexy, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"I wouldn't say nothing ." They could sure do a lot without actual penetration. "Besides, don't women nowadays have their favorite brands they keep on hand? Isn't it both parties who should think about protection?"

"This isn't funny, Del."

"You see me laughing?" If she could see the inner him, she'd see a man crying harder than a baby at feeding time.

"I just—wait a minute." Her eyes shifted to her closet, mouth turning up with a grin. "I think we might be saved."

He started to ask what she meant, but Cassie shoved him off her and scrambled from the bed before he could form words.

Running naked to her closet, she threw open the door and reached up to the high shelf. Amused by her fervor, he leaned on his side, watching the sweet tightening of her backside as she stretched. Her fingers grasped a small black gift bag, pulling it down into her hands. She rummaged around in it, mumbling to herself until she squealed with delight. Jumping up and down, she turned to him with a huge smile on her face.

"Yes! I knew keeping Charlie's stupid Galentine's Day present would come in handy."

She dropped the bag, holding a strip of condoms in her hand.

"My sister gave you condoms?" He didn't know whether to be horrified or happy.

"And lube and a vibrator."

Horrified.

"What? Why? What the hell is Galentine's Day?"

She approached the bed, foil packets dangling from her fingers. "You need to watch more TV, and do you really want to discuss this now?"

Hell no, he didn't. "No, and believe me, I never thought I'd say this, but I am so freaking glad my sister gave you condoms."

"Me too." With an eager grin, she ripped one of the packets off the strip, tossing the rest on the nightstand.

"Come here," he said. Cassie placed her hand in his, and he playfully tugged her back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms and rolling her under him. "Now, where were we?"

She tore the foil open, placing the condom over his throbbing erection and rolled it down. Gripping him firmly, she wrapped her legs around his hips and guided him to her. "Right here."

He pressed inside, going slowly, savoring the feel of joining with Cassie. A harsh moan filled the air. Hers? His? He had no damn clue, maybe both.

When he seated himself fully, he glanced down into her eyes, bright with need. "Damn, Cassie. You feel amazing."

"You, too," she panted.

Dipping his head, he took her lips as his hips thrust. She met him stroke for stroke as they climbed the fast peak together, racing for the completion they both so desperately needed. Her nails dug into his shoulders, the slight sting spurring him on, faster and faster until she tore her lips from his to call out his name with her release. He grasped her hips, tilting them so every thrust hit her just right. When she cried out a second time, he let himself go, losing himself in the absolute surprise that was Cassandra Brown.