Chapter 13

Slowly lifting my hands to my night shirt, I pulled my top off and tossed it away on the floor, watching Harry's eyes drop to it.

I saw his lips flatten.

"Cassandra, what are you doing?"

I was pretty sure he knew what I was doing when I folded my legs up and pulled my panties off beneath the covers. Fishing them out from under, I let those fall to the floor as well.

"I think it's time for me to have some fun, too," I stated and crawled towards him, placing myself besides him, close enough for my breasts to press against his shoulder.

He turned his head and looked at me, his amber eyes slowly changing color to a darker tone when I leaned towards him.

"It only seems fair."

"Is that so?" He questioned when I combed my fingers through his neat hair.

I liked the fact that he didn't keep his hair in the unruly fashion that other men and boys did. I also liked that he let me distress it and ruin his perfectly put together façade.

"I think you owe me as much," I whispered and let my hand drop to his tie, tugging him my way with a firm pull until his lips could do nothing but reach mine.

I pressed my lips against his and he kissed me back without reservation. I couldn't explain how he did it, but the way he calmly let me have what I wanted... yet kissed me back with such a slow dominance, as if we both knew who the real one in control here was.

He let me take..

Cupping my face with a large hand, he didn't resist when I pulled him backwards on the bed, crawling up on the bed with him hinged to my lips. Our bodies only separated once when I tugged his tie loose and unbuttoned the first half of his shirt. He pulled back and made every part of my body shiver and clench up at the look in his eyes as he sat back and finished the job. He tossed the shirt away to the pile accumulating on the floor, which was quickly becoming larger by the minute.

I reached for his belt to add more to the pile, but in that moment, his hands grasped my legs. I looked up and caught his eyes and instantly lost my breath.

Holy shit.

Harry Devon was looking at me with such intensity, I felt naked and vulnerable in fifty new ways. Never before in my life had I ever felt the urge to shyly cover up, but right then, his eyes made me feel... God, they were just so intense.

The next moment, all thoughts of insecurity left my mind as he parted my folded legs. Baring me open, I laid spread wide for him, and that moment, I felt it. The heat. The promise from the future somehow making it to this moment, that right here, I was about to have an experience I wouldn't soon forget.

And right I was.

Harry slowly leaned into towards my slightly parted lips and brushed my cheek. I wasn't breathing, I knew that, but his thumb was a reminder that I needed to. I sucked in a breath, right in the same moment his lips sealed over mine.

The sounds that escaped my lips weren't mine.

Or at least I never knew I could make such sounds. They were so soft, yet so... desperate. I couldn't believe I was this close to crumbling apart, and we hadn't even finished foreplay.

But then again, a true gentleman knew foreplay never ended.

Harry Devon was a gentleman.

I gasped softly when he kissed his way down my naked body, taking his time without thinking of the havoc he was causing inside all of my reproductive organs and then some. I was clinging to the pillows as his tongue languidly played with my nipple before moving lower to my stomach. Kiss after sweet kiss, it was as if he was merely tasting me and not thinking too much about how much I needed him.

His mouth was teasing me to the point of panting and being unable to lie still, but still he seemed to take his time. A man in no rush was a man committed to the

act of seduction.

But I was burning up inside.

Whimpering-something I never did-I grasped the roots of his hair as he finally made it to the feminine dip of my hips. His lips rested right on top of my pelvis and kissed me warmly, his eyes closed as if he was deep in the sensation. His hands rested gently on my thighs and kept them parted as I squirmed in fervid anticipation, on the brink of combusting as it was. I swear if he didn't do something soon... I was quite possibly going to strangle a genius millionaire asshole with my thighs.

A cry escaped my lips and my nails scraped across his scalp when his mouth then pressed against my already dripping wet folds. I almost sat up in pleasure, spasming up as I felt his tongue seek out my bundle of nerves and push exactly against where all of my needs seemed to have accumulated.

Falling into the bed with a strangled whimper, I shut my eyes and kept a firm grip of his hair as he used his tongue on me. My legs were trembling before he even touched me, and now they were downright shaking like a leaf. I couldn't stop the sounds leaving my mouth-submissive, pleading sounds as he ate me out with a slow, burning passion. I had never felt so much like jelly in my whole life, but I was falling to pieces here. In all of the pleasure, I hardly noticed the lights flickering and finally cutting out as a storm riled up outside. I gasped, but not because the room went completely dark, but because I felt Harry's tongue dip inside me and taste me with a low, pleased hum.

That fucking did it.

Coming apart, I trembled everywhere as I panted and cried into the ceiling. The world seemed to disappear for just a second before my eyes, but one thing remained as I felt Harry's mouth kiss my sensitive folds.

The thought of how sore I was going to be in the morning.

"Shit," I whispered into the darkness and tried to catch my breath as Harry crawled up between my legs.

He unfastened his belt with slow movements, as if to allow me a few seconds to prepare and catch my breath, but it was no use. The moment I saw him lean down in over me and press himself into the narrow crevice that was the gap of my legs, I gasped and lost all my air as I felt his hardness rest against my overly-sensitive folds.

He owed me, I had said.

Owed me for trying to make me behave like someone I wasn't, owed me for judging me for not being perfect... for not being allowed to make mistakes.

Tonight it seemed like we were both making a mistake.

His mouth found mine, and I wrapped my arms around his body as I felt him press forward against my folds, guiding himself inside me. My hips automatically opened wider to accept him as he with a last thrust slowly slid inside me and fulfilled me.

I knew right then I wasn't going to remember a moment of what I had been studying before he entered the room. It all disappeared before my eyes as his lips sealed against mine and his hips started grinding into my own. I lost everything for just one night, and I couldn't find a single fuck to give in that moment.

Well... maybe just one, then.