Cass wasn't aware of when it happened, but Edgar slipped away in the middle of their kiss. He only pouted for a second because Gideon forced Cass down to kiss his lips instead. Gideon slid back up the bed until Cass was straddling him properly, their bodies sliding against each other as Gideon grasped onto the back of the silky shirt on Cass' body, his other hand against Cass' throat so that he could move him as he wanted.
It was a possessive hold that had Cass wanting to squeeze his thighs together. There was a full ass man in between his legs so he just ended up rubbing himself against Gideon like a cat in heat.
Cass felt the moment that the heat fully hit. It wasn't like the previous times where he felt completely out of control. This heat had felt more like a wave lapping on his ankles and Cass was the one who had gone in deeper. His body was warm, but not on fire. The embers in his lower stomach were lit, smoldering, but it didn't feel all consuming like before.
