Cass holds my hand as we leave the room, but the second we're in the hallway, his calm demeanor breaks. He'd done such a good job of acting that I had no idea how he was feeling.
We don't walk far, just around the corner, when he pushes me up against a wall and starts kissing the hell out of me. He's feverish and needy, grabbing at me with no control or finesse. I'm not used to an out-of-control Cass and I love it. I kiss him back as best as I can with how erratic he's being. One second, he's kissing my lips, the next my neck, then he's nipping at my ear.
He pumps his hips against mine and rasps, "I need you."
Without another second, he flips me around to face the wall and pulls my leggings and thong to my mid-thigh, just low enough for the access he needs.
"Get yourself ready," he o
