Christ. A tiny moan worked its way out of Cassandra's mouth. He silenced her with a kiss, sliding his warm tongue between her lips and grinding his pelvis against her. She could feel his erection through his jeans, and she was filled with the need to touch him,feel his smooth, hard cock in her hand and guide it inside her. She tried to pull her hands from his, but his grip was tight, and he chuckled softly. “Someone's impatient.”
Cassandra felt the throbbing between her legs intensify. She ached for him to slip his fingers inside her. The doubt and worry cloaking their relationship had lifted, and in its place were want and need, rushing through her like a river, pouring into the pockets of loneliness inside her and filling her up.
As a child, Remy was an avid reader and writer, bringing stacks of books everywhere she went and scribbling stories in a thick spiral notebook.
She heard somewhere that you should have a career based on what you loved to do when you were 10, and she would love nothing more than to follow that advice.