Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him there.
He lifted her thigh to his waist. His palm came down against her ass.
"God yes!" Bianca cried.
Cassidy smiled to himself, he'd found it. The way she liked it. Was this the way Luca fucked Veronica too? Or was he tender with her just as she used to like it with him?
He pushed Bianca further against the wall. His hands moved with growing confidence, sliding the rest of her shirt down, his touch slow enough to tease, quick enough to keep her breath unsteady. When he unclasped her bra, he leaned in.
His focus narrowed entirely to her as he consumed and kissed her breasts and nipples.
Bianca's fingers curled against his shoulders, then into him. His fingers slid into her skirt, past her underwear, fingers curved in search of her pleasure.
Time blurred after that.
The living room became the hallway, the hallway the bedroom, though neither of them could later say exactly when or how they got there.
