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length of his erection against her bare belly. Cassandra moaned and undulated in his grip.
    Their tongues tangled and retreated as they claimed each other’s mouth. Drei reluctantly released her ass to slide one hand up into the fiery silk of her hair and tug her head back. He slid his lips along her cheek to nip at her ear, then down her jaw, nibbling, to her throat.
    He sucked at the pulse point below her ear as his right hand stroked over her side to finally attack the buttons that held her vest closed. “Clothes, off,” he growled against the skin of her collarbone.
    “Yes!” Her hands clutched at his back as she began to heel-and-toe off her boots. She kicked them away, pulled her hands out of his shirt and began fumbling at the button of her jeans.
    Drei popped the first button free of its hook and then moved quickly on to the second and third. He slid his mouth back to hers and renewed his passionate assault on her lips as he pushed his hand beneath the leather vest. Her skin was warm and damp beneath the leather, and he was beyond pleased that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
    “Fuck, Cassandra.” He cupped the soft mound of her tit, squeezing, and felt her nipple pebble against his palm. She gasped, her fingers fumbling. Cassandra finally slid down the zipper on her jeans and shoved them down her legs, kicking them free of her feet.
    “More,” she murmured against his lips, nipping at his chin. Drei used his free hand to push the vest from her shoulders and then stepped slightly back to look at her.
    Heat poured down his spine like lava. She’d not been wearing any underwear beneath her jeans. When the vest fell to the floor it left her naked but for a pair of plain black socks. His cock pulsed painfully in the confines of his jeans. Cassandra smiled, turned on her heel, and strode toward his bedroom door, leaving her clothes and boots scattered where they had fallen.’
    Drei didn’t need her to issue an invitation. He tore at his boot laces and kicked them quickly aside, tossing his socks after, and hurried behind her. He tugged his t-shirt off over his head just as she slipped through the bedroom door, the rounded curve of her naked ass disappearing from view.
    When he turned the corner, she’d already peeled off her socks and sprawled out across the deep crimson of his comforter on her stomach. Her slender legs were crossed at the ankle, toes pointed in his direction, the silken flame of her hair pouring down the long, pale column of her back.
    And for fuck’s sake, that ass. Round and smooth and perfect. Cassandra looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned, her lips slightly swollen and red from his kisses.
    “I thought you’d like the view.”
    “Christ yes. The things I want to do to your ass.” His cock leapt. Cassandra’s eyes twinkled.
    “I know. I heard, remember?” She wiggled her hips a little. Drei groaned. Her smile got bigger. “I would stand behind that bar, night after night, and hope it was you who came to get drinks for your brothers... because then I could listen to all the deliciously dirty plans you had in mind for me.”
    He climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs and bent to take her mouth, sucking at her wicked, teasing tongue. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” He kissed the back of her neck, nipped the spot where it joined her shoulder, and then dragged his lips down the groove of her spine.
    “I know,” she replied breathlessly, arching her back into his touch. “I could never think of what to say. My brain was always too full of the images you put there.”
    Drei pressed his mouth to the small dip at the base of her spine, just above the upper curve of her ass. “Like this?” He’d pictured doing this to her enough times. He swiped his tongue over one pale curve, biting down gently. Cassandra gasped, her hips twitching.
    “Yes!”
    He slipped his hands beneath her, squeezing the firm flesh of her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers