During a chance encounter Cassidy finds out that her former childhood friend Lucas is recently single and looking for a place to stay, so she quickly offers up her house, while secretly hoping he will realize that he had the right girl to begin with.
After just getting out of painful break-up Lucas takes refuge at Cassidy's place to lick his wounds. He has no intention of getting involved with anyone any time soon, but holding himself back becomes harder than he anticipated.
Excerpt:
"Cass..." He slid his hand to her bare thigh and gave her a gentle shake. She moaned softly, the type of moan he'd expect to hear if he was touching her in the way he was dying to. She then moved on him, her cheek brushing against the ridge of his cock. Lucas bit down the groan that was threatening to escape.
A woman on the television screamed moments before she became decapitated, but Lucas barely noticed. His eyes shifted to her legs. The last time she shifted on him, the t-shirt had rose up to her hips, another fraction of an inch and he'd have full view of her lace covered mound.
Her legs were satiny soft and without giving it much thought Lucas slid his hand up her outer thigh until he reached the hem of her t-shirt. He paused, indecision filling him.
I can't do this. I need to wake her and end this before this gets out of hand. Just as the thought came to his mind, his hand slid higher, pushing the hem of her t-shirt all the way up her hip until it bunched around her waist.
His hand lingered at the waistband of her panties, at her hip. He fingered the lacy material, pulling at the thin elastic waistband. He didn't expect to see such frilly panties on her, it was a pleasing discovery.
After just getting out of painful break-up Lucas takes refuge at Cassidy's place to lick his wounds. He has no intention of getting involved with anyone any time soon, but holding himself back becomes harder than he anticipated.
Excerpt:
"Cass..." He slid his hand to her bare thigh and gave her a gentle shake. She moaned softly, the type of moan he'd expect to hear if he was touching her in the way he was dying to. She then moved on him, her cheek brushing against the ridge of his cock. Lucas bit down the groan that was threatening to escape.
A woman on the television screamed moments before she became decapitated, but Lucas barely noticed. His eyes shifted to her legs. The last time she shifted on him, the t-shirt had rose up to her hips, another fraction of an inch and he'd have full view of her lace covered mound.
Her legs were satiny soft and without giving it much thought Lucas slid his hand up her outer thigh until he reached the hem of her t-shirt. He paused, indecision filling him.
I can't do this. I need to wake her and end this before this gets out of hand. Just as the thought came to his mind, his hand slid higher, pushing the hem of her t-shirt all the way up her hip until it bunched around her waist.
His hand lingered at the waistband of her panties, at her hip. He fingered the lacy material, pulling at the thin elastic waistband. He didn't expect to see such frilly panties on her, it was a pleasing discovery.
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