Page 8 of Yours for the Weekend

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a phone screen fade to black and realize it’s Casey’s phone. It must have fallen out of the pocket of her board shorts when she was sitting next to me and didn’t notice. I grab it to take to her when the screen lights up and I see Lily’s name.

Lily:

Come over later

My throat runs dry, and my chest tightens. Oh, shit. I feel an ache of jealousy and … anger? I’m confused by the anger and force myself to think when it dawns on me. I’m angry that Lily gets to sleep with Casey and still be best friends, and it hits me how badly I want that.

I want to be the one touching Casey tonight. Not Lily, but me. I want to explore her body. I want to know how she tastes. I want to know what she sounds like when she comes.

So, no, Lily, I think to myself with a knowing smirk at her text message. Casey will not be coming over later.

Not if I have anything to say about it .

The bathroom light shines through the crack under the door. I hesitate, my fist raised, but I don’t knock. It hits me what I’m about to do, and I freeze. Casey is in there. Wet and naked .

I chicken out and flee, but barely make it halfway across the room, when I stop dead.

I close my eyes and imagine Casey’s bright and warm smile.

This is Casey . The woman who has never once judged me or made me feel embarrassed.

She told me we can do as much or as little as I want; the only reason we didn’t last night was because stupid-ass Marcus.

I’m the one who changed my mind, but only because I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship.

But if it’s possible to do this and not mess anything up, why the hell don’t we?

I whirl around and oof . I collide with Casey and topple backward.

“Whoa.” She reaches out with one hand to steady me. The other hand keeps her towel in place. The towel that is currently wrapped around her very naked body. The top sits dangerously low on her chest and highlights the swell of her breasts. Heat pools low in my belly.

“Whoa! You okay?” she asks.

I shake my head, peeling my gaze away from her wet cleavage and up to her eyes. “Yeah. Um …”

And I can’t focus. Her tawny blonde hair is dark from the shower. She has it pulled over her shoulder, and the ends drip water down her skin to the beige cotton towel.

What does her body look like underneath that towel? Will her skin be all soft and warm?

“Dakota?” she prompts. “What’re you doing in here?”

“I. Um. Don’t go.”

“Go where?”

“Don’t—” My throat seizes up. Casey’s eyebrows pinch, her head tilts to the side in an expression of utter bafflement, and it hits me she obviously never saw Lily’s text, so I hold up her phone.

“My phone?” Casey asks before reading the message. Her cheeks flush, and she opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

“Stay,” I say barely above a whisper. “Here. With me .”

She stares at me, her expression unreadable. “You don’t want me to go to Lily’s?”

I shake my head no.

“Are you okay? Did something happen with Nina?” Casey glares. “She post some stupid shit?”

I reel back. “What? No. I—” I groan. This is not going how I hoped it would. I take a deep breath. My stomach flutters as I say, “I know I said at breakfast that I don’t think we should do anything. But …”

Casey’s expression bounces from anger at a supposed slight from Nina to confusion to understanding. Her mouth falls open in a small “o” and my belly flips.

“But?” she asks, her voice dangerously low.

“But.” Heat spreads from my core to my thighs. My skin tingles as she takes another slow step toward me, licking her lips. “I want?—”

“You want me to stay here with you?” There’s a husky timber to Casey’s voice that sends a shiver across my skin.

I gulp and nod.

She takes another step toward me. “And what do you want us to do?”

“I want … I want to?—”

She takes another step. The soft cotton of her towel grazes my arm, and it sets me aflame. Desire burns in my abdomen. She asks, “What do you want?”

But I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. She’s so close. Like in the hot tub and when we were on the boat. I could kiss her. I should kiss her. Yet, I don’t move. Not until she whispers, breath warm, against the crown of my ear, “Take what you want, Dakota.”

Her tone is so sexy and commanding, the last ounce of self-control I was barely clinging to snaps.

I easily close the distance between us. I grab her from the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine, and smash our mouths together.

She meets the intensity of my kiss with her own burning passion.

Our lips opening, tongues exploring. She grabs a fistful of my shirt and tugs.

I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck.

She groans, and the sound nearly makes my knees buckle.

Casey’s lips move, trailing kisses and bites down my cheek to my throat.

My head rolls back, my eyelids flutter shut, as I moan in pleasure, and allow her more access to my body.

She nips at the soft skin between my neck and collarbone.

My hand leaves her hair, and I grab her by the waist and pull her in closer to me.

My clit is throbbing and begging for friction.

“ Casey .”

“I know,” she says, pulling back to rest her forehead against mine.

We’re both breathing heavy, our chests rapidly rising and falling in tandem.

She strokes her thumb over my bottom lip.

Her eyes full of so much hungry desire, she looks like she wants to devour me whole, and I’ve never been so turned on.

“Are you sure?” she asks, something in her expression makes me pause. It was only this morning I told her we shouldn’t hook up, and now here I am jumping her the second she leaves the shower.

“I am.” My palms slide down her arms to her hands. I intertwine our fingers. “If you are?”

Casey swallows and squeezes my hands reassuringly. “I am.”

“Good.” I smile.

“Good.” Casey releases one hand to cup my cheek. She pulls me into a deep, slow kiss. I reach around to palm her ass, and she moans into my mouth, a gravelly sound that comes from low in her throat.

“Now get your ass in my bed,” she says.

And oh fuck. Yes, ma’am. Commanding Casey is so sexy it’s almost pathetic how quickly I fling myself back onto her mattress to obey.

“Tell me, Dakota,” she says, voice dripping with confidence. “Is this what you wanted?”

She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before she drops the towel. It hits the carpet, and I lose the ability to breathe.

I’ve seen Casey’s body hundreds of ways.

In a sleek black dress that was perfectly melted to her curves while celebrating her birthday.

In a tight sports bra and spandex, sweaty after a long run.

In nothing at all as she’s changed in front of me when we’ve had the occasional sleepover.

So many glimpses of every inch of her body, but it’s never been like this.

I’ve never allowed myself to drink in the sight of her—never even thinking to—but staring at her now, I can’t understand why not.

Her breasts are small, but the perfect size to fit in the palm of my hand. Her torso is long and lean, and I want to lick my way down the length of her. My gaze settles on her thighs, and I want to know if she’s as wet as I am. Fuck . I want to taste her.

“Dakota?” she prompts. “When you asked me to stay, is this what you wanted to happen?” She prowls toward me, and I gulp. Slowly and seductively, she crawls up my body until she’s straddling me .

“Y-yes.” I stumble on the word as she bends forward to suck on my neck. She palms my breast through my shirt, my nipples hardening to peaks.

“Tell me.” She nips at my ear. My mouth falls open in a throaty groan. “Tell me what else you wanted to happen tonight.”

“I wanted—” I fist the sheets, leaning my weight back onto my arms, but as she continues to kiss and suck along my throat, I can’t hold it. I drop, and my back hits the mattress. Casey follows, her body glued to mine.

“I wanted this,” I say, breathless. “I wanted to have one night with you where we could make each other feel good. Where I could forget.”

Casey pulls back to look me in the eye, and I curse myself, realizing a second too late how stupid that was to admit.

I messed up. Just like with Emily, I always put my stupid foot in my stupid mouth.

I made it sound like I’m just using Casey to get over my ex.

But this is Casey, I could never use her like she means nothing. She means everything.

“Hey, it’s like I told you last night,” she says, sensing my spiral like she always does. “If you want to forget her, I can make that happen. Do you trust me?”

“More than anything.”

She grabs ahold of my chin and makes me meet her eye. “I got you,” she promises. “If you want one night, I will give you the best night of your life.”

I swallow. “Okay.”

She holds my gaze for a beat then leans in to kiss me. And this kiss is different—soft and sensual—and I feel it down to my toes. Liquid heat pooling in my core.

My hands hover at her side, acutely aware of how naked she is, but then I close the distance.

I rest my palms on her bare thighs, just above her knees.

Her skin is so soft and smooth. Slowly, I slide up, and, as I grip her hips, I can feel and hear Casey take a sharp intake of breath.

Realizing I caused the reaction in her has a surge of confidence flowing through my veins.

“Good,” she rasps. “Now take these off.”

She fists the material of my shirt and tugs.

I sit up to help her rip it off, our lips parting for the briefest second.

She tosses my shirt to the side and presses both hands into my chest. I fall backward onto the mattress.

She smiles down at me while her hands roam up my stomach and over my sports bra.