Noah
It started slow, almost careful, his mouth warm and testing against mine. He pulled back slightly after each soft press, teasing me with the almost, making me chase him.
The torture of it made me whimper.
I lost the argument with myself completely. My free arm came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, turning hungry. Tongues sliding, wet and needy.
I could taste the faint bourbon on both of us. Spit smeared our lips as the kiss grew messier, more desperate.
Cassian groaned softly into my mouth and lifted me casually.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, the short costume riding up completely as he carried me toward the bed without breaking the kiss.
My ass was completely exposed except for the red fishnets. His hands gripped my them, fingers digging into the fishnets, and I ground against him shamelessly, already hard and aching.
