“Fuck, woman. You’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice thick and rough.
Then, his eyes locked back onto hers, and he leaned down to taste her.
When his warm mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat, she arched off the mattress, gasping his name. He nuzzled her jawline before his lips traveled lower, tracing a path of fire down the center of her chest. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers just an instant before his tongue flicked against her hardened nipple.
His gaze snapped up when Casey buried her fingers in his hair. “What did I say about keeping your arms up?”
“I don’t give a damn,” she said, meeting his gaze. “I’m supposed to prove you’re mine, so why the hell are you calling all the shots?”
The hardness around his mouth softened into a laugh. “Case, you were made for me.”
He was still smiling, his guard down for a split second, and Casey seized the opening. She planted her hands flat against his chest and shoved. Using his own momentum against him, she surged upward with an unexpected burst of strength.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Casey rolled him over until he was flat on his back beneath her. Straddling his hips, she held his shoulders down, her fingers digging into his warm skin as she looked down at him. Rags stared up at her with a mixture of surprise and fierce approval.
A dark grin slashed across his face. Instead of fighting her hold, his hands slid up her thighs, anchoring her against him.
“Take it then, Case,” he rasped, his voice dropping low. “It’s all yours.”
“First these have to come off,” she said, tugging at his jeans.
He raised his hips as she lowered them, then kicked them off along with his boxers. Casey leaned forward, pressing herself against his chest and feeling the steady thrum of his heart against her own. She crushed her mouth to his as she ground against his hard dick. A guttural moan rose in his throat.
As they kissed, she trailed her fingernails down his neck and across his collarbone. She flicked a nail over one nipple, loving the way he groaned and tightened his grip on her ass.
“Fuck, woman,” he rasped.
She dragged her lips down the long expanse of his ribs. The moment her mouth touched his stomach, he threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her still as his abdomen flexed beneath her lips.
“You’re playing with fire,” he rasped.
Casey looked up and smiled. “Then let it burn.”
She felt the exact second his resolve crumbled. His breath caught, and his hands flew to her waist with a sudden grip, hauling her upward. Any illusion of control he’d been fighting to keep vanished.
“Keep talking, baby,” he murmured. “I’m gonna love showing you how rough I can get.”
Before she could fire back, he captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that turned her smirk into a gasp. Then he flipped her over and placed her on her knees.
“Spread your sexy legs, woman,” he ordered.
With her sex throbbing, she obeyed.
“Fuck yeah. You’ve got a gorgeous pussy, darlin. And you’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Casey glanced over her shoulder. Rags’s smoldering met hers, sending shivers skating across her skin.
“I love that sweet, hot ass of yours,” he rasped.
Casey wiggled her butt. He rubbed each cheek before bending down to kiss them. As he kissed and sucked her globes, his fingers opened her folds, exposing her clit. A deep moan tore from her throat.
“You like that, don’t you,” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes.”
Rags smacked her behind, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Before she could gasp at the delicious sting, his mouth soothed the slight pain, replacing it with a very different kind of fire.