Chapter 130: Mischievous Cassie [2] **

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Mischievous Cassie [2] **

Before Cassie could press any further, a sharp knock echoed at the bedroom door.

The handle turned, and the door swung open.

"Cassie, breakfast is—" Rebecca started, stepping into the room.

The words caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the bed.

Cassie was sitting squarely on Derrick’s lap, her nightgown completely slipped down on one side, half her chest bare and pressing right into him.

Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks.

She didn’t panic or shout at them.

Instead, a cold smile slowly spread across her face. Her eyes were fixed on Cassie.

"Unbelievable," Rebecca murmured softly.

She strolled right up to the side of the narrow bed.

Before Cassie could even react, Rebecca raised her hand and delivered a crisp flick right to the middle of Cassie’s forehead.

Snap.

"Ow!" Cassie yelped, wincing and immediately bringing both hands up to clutch her forehead. "What was that for?!"

"For acting like an alley cat," Rebecca said coolly, looking down at her with complete disdain. "Stop annoying my brother and pull your gown up. You look ridiculous."

Cassie pouted, rubbing the red spot on her forehead, but she didn’t move off Derrick’s lap right away. "He wasn’t complaining."

"I was about to," Derrick muttered from underneath her, finally seizing the distraction to grip Cassie’s hips to shove her off to the side of the mattress.

But his hands slipped much more to the inside than he intended making Cassie smirk faintly but she hid it instantly.

Rebecca watched Cassie drag the loose silk strap back over her shoulder with an irritated hum, then turned her gaze straight down to Derrick as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

"And you," Rebecca said, crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression softened a little. "When did you even get back?"

"Around midnight," Derrick said, running a hand through his messy morning hair. "You guys were already asleep."

"You should have come back earlier, we had extra dinner. You could have had some." Rebecca replied, her cold smile lingering as her eyes flicked between him and Cassie. "Then, maybe you might not have become a body pillow for her as well.."

"Breakfast is on the table," she added, turning on her heel toward the hallway. "Get dressed, both of you. Before I throw cold water on the bed."

As Rebecca’s footsteps faded towards the hallway and a suffocating silence filled the room.

Derrick shifted to stand up, but Cassie was up to no good.

She stepped directly in front of him, trapping him between her knees.

She looked down at him, her dark eyes heavy and glittering with dangerous mischief.

Rustle.

Without a word of warning, she reached down and wrapped her warm fingers firmly around his wrist.

She took his calloused hand and guided it towards her legs.

She placed his hand on her thigh, slowly sliding his palm inward under the smooth, silk of her long nightgown.

"Your hands slipped pretty far inward back there..." she whispered, her voice low, raspy, and dripping with satisfaction. "Was that really an accident, Derrick?"

She dragged his hand higher, past the soft curve of her inner thighs, right to the burning point between her legs.

His fingers pressed straight into the damp heat soaking through the thin fabric.

He could even feel the wetness touching him from the net of the fabric.

Slick.

As he applied pressure against her center, a soft, unmistakable squelch echoed softly in the quiet room.

Derrick’s breath hitched sharply in his throat.

Fuck, he thought, his pulse slamming into his temples like a battering ram. She’s completely soaked through...

"Ah..." Cassie gasped softly, her knees trembling slightly as her hips bucked into his palm.

Then, she slowly dragged his hand upward, pulling it away from her damp center.

With her other hand, she pulled the thin silk strap of her nightgown completely off her shoulder, letting the delicate fabric slither down past her waist.

She exposed her chest to him once more, forcing his eyes to take in every single detail.

The pale, silky smoothness of her skin was flushed with heat.

The soft, full curve of her left breast rested heavy and bare, topped by a delicate, rose-pink areola.

Right at the center, a small tight peak of her nipple stood erect and hard, trembling slightly from the chill of the room.

"Now touch me properly," she whispered, her voice breaking.

She guided his rough, bare palm directly onto her chest, forcing his fingers to wrap around and squeeze the soft weight of her breast.

Squish.

Cassie let out a low, shuddering sigh as his fingers sank into her soft, yielding skin.

Derrick’s breath hitched sharply once more.

Damn it, his mind screamed, his chest heaving as the contrast between her burning skin and his cold palm sent a jolt straight to his gut.

Instinct took over for a split second.

His fingers tightened around her breast, molding over her full shape, while his thumb brushed right over the sensitive, hardened peak.

"Nnngh..." Cassie arched her back into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as a breathless groan escaped her lips.

Derrick’s breath grew scorching hot against her collarbone, his pulse hammering against his ribs like a battering ram.

The intense friction, the heavy softness in his palm, and the sweet scent of her skin threatened to strip away every shred of his self-control.

I need to pull away... I can’t let her do this to me...

Then, a sharp, loud voice shattered the heavy atmosphere from out in the hallway.

Thump, thump.

"Derrick! Cassie!" Rebecca shouted from the outside. "I’m not telling you two again! Get down here before I throw cold water on the bed!"

The sudden shout hit Derrick like a bucket of ice water.

His jaw snapped tight, and reality came crashing back over him.

He jerked his hand back sharply, breaking away from her soft skin and standing up in one swift, heavy motion.

Cassie let out a ragged, breathless exhale, her chest still heaving as she stumbled back slightly onto the bed.

Slowly, she reached down, grabbing the loose silk and pulling the strap back up over her shoulder to cover herself.

Rustle.

"Saved by the bell," she murmured softly, her voice still trembling slightly as a smug, breathless smirk spread across her lips.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her dark eyes lingering over his flushed face and tight jaw.

"You really can’t hide how much you wanted to touch me."