Last on the List (Wait With Me, #5)

by Amy Daws

“What you said about me throwing you over my shoulder? First of all…I could do that. Feel free to challenge me on that. I love a challenge.” I turn on my heel to march the other way. “But second of all, who gives a fuck if I couldn’t? Do you think that makes you any less worthy of someone? It doesn’t. It’s a superficial fucking nothingburger of a comment. It tells nothing about the person you are or the beauty you possess.”

“If you think for one fucking second your body isn’t everything I want…” My voice catches in my throat as I palm her side, my thumb brushing along her breast as my pulse races in my veins. I take a deep breath to collect myself. “Everything I have been craving…” I blow softly on her collarbone and relish in the shiver I see roll through her body. “And everything I jack off to when I can’t sleep at night because you haunt all my waking moments…” My tongue slickens my lips as I pull back to stare hungrily at hers. “Then you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

Make no mistake, you aren’t a convenience fuck, Cassandra. You are a dream fuck.”