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"Wait!" Cassie cried out, her unconscious resurfacing. Drew stopped and looked back down at her, stroking her hair with surprising affection. "I don't know if I can do this," she began, trying to ease herself up off the couch, struggling to fight her overwhelming urges.
"If you didn't want to, you would never have started to touch me," Drew whispered with a slight smile. "Give in to yourself, Cass."
Cassie paused, unsure of how her body would react to the first man to touch her since her the divorce. She watched Drew start to undo the buttons of her shirt, one by one, hesitating after each in case she objected. A flush spread over her body, and her hands roved over his back, beneath the fabric of his shirt, surprised by his heat. Then he carefully removed her Beretta, which was tucked into her pants, placing it heavily on the coffee table.
Her shirt now unbuttoned, Drew pulled away each side with deliberate slowness, his eyes absorbing her bare flesh. His eyes swept over her, and Cassie felt more vulnerable than ever.
"You're beautiful, Cassie," he breathed, bringing his lips to hers again. His fingers traced the scars on her belly-- a knife wound from trying to break up a drunken bar fight, a thin white line from her appendectomy, a bullet wound from a busted stakeout. Her curiosity and relentless pursuit of justice often got her mixed up in nasty business. Letting Drew see her body was more than just revealing herself to him-- she was letting him take a peek into her life, and that was more intimate than pure nakedness.
Cassie sat up at a slight angle to remove her shirt, her small, round breasts still encased in the cups of her white bra. Drew reached behind her and unclasped it with surprising efficiency, letting her breasts fall free, her tiny nipples already hard. She felt him moan deeply as he drank in the sight of her, the undulating throb between her thighs intensifying.
She tugged upwards on his t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. She ran her hands over the hard planes of his exposed chest, tracing the small tattoo above his heart, large initials that read K.B. in old English Script.
"My brother," Drew responded to her unasked query, his eyes darkening slightly. So both their bodies told a story of the pain they'd endured, still only revealing the surface of their true anguish. If only momentarily, they could help each other forget. The remaining threads of her resistance snapped, and she melted into Drew. His lips lowered to her breasts, cupping them tracing the outlines of her pink nipples. Cassie squirmed beneath him, his lips taking each bud in turn and sucking gently. Pleasure shot through her core and pooled between her thighs. His mouth traced the soft line of her belly, pausing to kiss each of her visible scars, as he began unbuttoning her pants.
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