Brigid's legs weren't just hanging—they were hooked over Cassian's shoulders as his face stayed buried in her bush, his tongue stroking across her folds, licking up the wetness as it came. He savored the taste, teased the spots that made her legs tremble, and kept pressing harder whenever he found one that made her twitch.
His hands roamed freely, shifting from squeezing her thick thighs and stomach folds to groping her breasts. She bit her lip, an arm thrown over her head as she fought to control the rush of sensations running through her body.
Still, a few moans slipped out here and there—just enough to let Cassian know she wasn't resisting, and that she was enjoying it.
She was—whether her mind admitted it or not. Her body gave her away completely: trembling from the pleasure, nipples stiff as Cassian teased them. That confused her. Normally she had to pretend she was enjoying it, but now she found herself pretending she wasn't.
'Why?' she asked herself.
