Destined To Fall by Tamsyn Bester Page A

when you
think no one else is around, your Southern twang comes through and fuck,
it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” I touch her cheek, brushing my thumb
over the light red tinge beneath her soft flesh. “So you see Cass, I know you.
I see the things you think no one else notices, and I can feel how your body
responds to mine when I’m in the same room. Because I react the same way
when you’re close to me.”

Chapter 5
~ Cassey ~
    I stare at Kyler, totally dumbstruck. Did he just say all of that? I can see in
his eyes that he not only means it, but that he believes every word. At least
he was honest, so maybe I should try that too. His proximity, and the way he
has me pressed up against his tall frame has every neuron in my brain misfiring, and my hormones in a tailspin. My nipples harden where the lapels of
his tuxedo jacked brush against the thin material of my dress. If I had panties
on, they’d be damp, and if I had to rub my thighs together I’m sure I would
feel the moisture there too. I want this man, in a bad way. I want him to
take to me, any way he pleases and satisfy the visceral desire that’s coursing
through my veins. But he can’t, because that’s not who I am.
“You only want one thing from me, Kyler,” I say. My voice is quiet, so no one
else dancing close to us can hear us, but it’s also firm.
His eyes flash, and darken. “And what would that be, exactly?”
“You want to sleep with me for one night, and then leave me. I’m nothing
more than a shiny new toy you want to have your way with, and then discard.”
The dip that forms between his eyebrow is unmistakable. Even with a frown,
this man is dangerously sexy.
“Cassey.” He says my name softly, but his gruff voice reverberates through every molecule in my body. “I don’t want to sleep with you.”
Now I’m frowning, and I feel like an idiot. Is it possible that I’ve misread every
moment, and every sign between us in the last few days? Did I imagine the
pull I’ve been feeling towards Kyler?
“I want to do more than that,” he continues. His eyes fixate on me, and my
breathing changes into shallow bursts of air. No, I was definitely not imagining it. For this sliver of time, nothing else around us exists. “I want to do every ungodly thing imaginable to that tight little body of yours, and leave you
utterly breathless. I want to be buried so deep inside you that there is no way
of knowing where my body ends and yours begins. And no, it won’t be for just
one night, because once I taste you, once I’ve been between your legs, I’ll want
more of you, and you’ll want more of me.”
His hand presses down on my lower back, and I feel his erection against my
stomach. I’m in so much trouble. This is not how I imagined the conversation
going, and now I feel like I’m being presented with a choice. By who, I don’t
know. All I know is I want him, in every way I can have him. Even if all I’m
willing to give myself is one night. I’m hoping that when most women believe
one night with the object of their sexual fantasies can ‘curb’ their desires for
that person, it’s at least in the realm of possibility. Because if it’s bogus, I’m
completely screwed.
Although, I suspect that by considering this ludicrous idea, I’m already too far
gone. The question is, which one will win out - my head or my heart? I barely
have time to ponder it, when I realize that my head always wins.
“As tempting as that seems, we both know it can’t happen, Kyler. You’re here
with another woman, and to put it simply, you’ve just told me you want to fuck
me.” I stop dancing, and take a step away. I need to take a breath, and think
before I jump head first into something I’m going to regret. “But I see how
this would work out for you. You get into my pants for a night and I face the
possibility of losing my job for screwing my boss.”
“What? You think that’s what this is?” Kyler’s