“f**k me,” I said. “Not her. I meant it.”
Cassian shut the door the rest of the way. The blanket came off in one pull and hit the chair. I forgot the sentence I had just used.
He was still hard. Thicker than the doorway had made him look, the head flushed and wet from Leah, a vein along the underside, the weight of him hanging heavy before it curved up. I stared. A minute. Maybe three. I did not know. All I could think was that it would not fit, and that I wanted the attempt anyway.
“Strip,” he said. He sat on the edge of Noelle’s wrecked bed, knees apart, c**k resting against his stomach. “Then get on your knees. You cleared the room. Don’t stand there counting.”
My hands went to my shirt and stopped. A man had never seen me naked. I had not been saving it for a vow. I had been saving
