Cassian slowly pulled his hand from her mouth, watching for any sign she might still call out. But Ravees stayed silent—only glaring up at him, waiting for him to move. He didn't. Instead, he smirked down at her, letting the awkward tension stretch until she finally gritted out:
"I was going to," he lied, shifting just enough to settle more comfortably atop her. "But first? Payback for that kiss. Totally uncalled for."
Her eyes flashed."You groped me first!"
"And you could've groped me back," he countered, grinning as he adjusted his weight, pinning her more securely. "Why the mouth action?"
Ravees squirmed, but the distraction was working—her focus now entirely on him, Katherine forgotten. Exactly as he'd planned.
"Get off me! I don't want to kiss you," she protested, pushing half-heartedly at his chest. Her weak resistance only made Cassian grin wider.
"Then why'd you do it earlier?" he challenged, fingers tracing idle circles near the hem of her top.
"Because you grabbed me first!" Ravees snapped, frustration creeping into her voice. She hated repeating herself like some scolded child.
Cassian's smirk turned predatory. "So if I do this again..." His hands suddenly cupped her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples. "Does that mean I get another kiss?"
"Back off, or my fist's gonna have a word with you!" she snapped, planting a hand on his chest to keep his face at bay. He was so close, a slight lean would've landed a kiss, but he held back, smirking. "Come on, don't be like that. One kiss, and I'm done. I even held off on, y'know, going downtown, didn't I?"
"Only 'cause you're scared I'll wake Lady Katherine!" she shot back, then grinned as the idea hit her again. "And on that note, if you don't move, I'm seriously gonna scream her name!"
While Cassian's hands lingered on her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, he put on a troubled look, his wide, puppy-like eyes practically begging. "Please, just one kiss, and I'm gone right after…" he said, fondling her softly. She looked conflicted, but those pleading eyes made her sigh—she could see how Lady Katherine got suckered in.
"Fine, one kiss and you're done," she relented, grabbing his face. "And those hands? They need to quit it too."
Cassian nodded and, before she could get another word out, captured her lips in a kiss. This time, he took charge, dominating the kiss so thoroughly she couldn't tell where her lips were being sucked or how her tongue was being pushed back into her mouth, with his right there too.
'What's this?' she thought, stunned by the intensity. She'd figured her earlier kiss was wild, but this was next-level. Cassian's tongue was exploring her mouth, tangling with her inexperienced one in a playful, overwhelming duel.
Though Ravees had Cassian's face gripped in her hands, perfectly capable of shoving him off, she kept telling herself it was still just one kiss, so she let the whole thing roll on. She didn't bat an eye at his one hand kneading her boob like it was dough or the other clamped on her ass, squeezing with the kind of gusto you'd expect from a guy who'd been at it for years. Barely a minute into the lip-lock, Cassian started grinding against her like he was trying to wear a hole through his pants. Her hands stayed glued to his face, holding him there like she was directing traffic. The kiss only broke when they both ran out of air, lips swollen, wet, and redder than a stoplight. Gasping like they'd just sprinted a mile, Cassian wheezed out with a sly grin, "Yo, how 'bout one more and we call it quits?"
Ravees, for whatever reason, didn't spare a single thought for her husband this time—no pesky guilt to ruin the vibe. "Ugh, fine, just this one," she groaned, like she was agreeing to do the dishes, then dove back in for another round of sloppy kissing. Cassian didn't waste a second, pressing himself harder against her, her legs still bent back like a pretzel while she seemed totally cool with being pinned down. His hands kept up their side hustle, one still mashing her chest, the other digging into her backside, while he rubbed against her like he was trying to start a fire.
In one wild-ass night, Ravees had stumbled into some seriously freaky territory that left her brain scrambled like eggs in a blender. All she could think about was locking lips some more, completely oblivious to how she was playing right into Cassian's game. The man was basically running the show now, and she was just along for the ride, too caught up in the sloppy, no-strings makeout to care about anything else.
As their second kiss deepened, tongues clashing and dancing wildly outside their mouths, Ravees felt her body heat up again, the cool-down from her last orgasm fading fast. The intensity of just kissing, without Cassian directly touching her folds, eased any lingering guilt. Even with another man's arms around her, and her in his, it didn't feel so wrong anymore.
'It's just kissing, nothing serious… I'm not betraying anyone,' Ravees reassured herself, justifying the moment as their tongues battled in a wild, messy frenzy, each vying for control in a heated, sloppy clash. 'I'm not aroused, I'm not coming, I'm just kissing to prove I'm not a pervert,' she thought, convincing herself she had it all under control. 'Yeah, I'm just showing him I'm not a pervert by kissing him…'
Then, her husband flickered into her mind. She figured she'd need to apologize for coming from Cassian's fingers earlier—and now for this too. So, she let herself melt into the guilt-free kiss, surrendering to the reckless thrill.
Cassian bared her other breast, pressing his chest against them as his hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer to grind against him. Her legs, slipping from his shoulders, wrapped around his waist. His hands moved from her butt to her waist, settling her comfortably onto his lap as he kept kissing her. Even after breaking the second kiss, she wrapped her arms around his head, diving right back into another round.