I laughed. “I do love your honesty.”
“Oh, yeah,” she grumbled as I pushed her to the ladder and put her foot on the first rung for her. “Well, I honestly hate you right now.”
Tucking my chin into her neck, I breathed her in before whispering my words out. “No, you don’t.” My lips smoothed over the skin as I twisted my head back and forth. I nipped the soft flesh with my teeth and then sucked it into my mouth, sliding the tip of my tongue over it gently to soothe the sting. My beard rubbed at the surrounding skin, and she shivered.
“Thatch,” she whispered but didn’t say more.
“Go up the ladder, Cassie,” I ordered softly, giving her one last squeeze with my arms before stepping back to spot her.
She paused for a moment but didn’t look back, scurrying up the ladder and moving quickly away from the edge.
As soon as I reached the top and traversed a safe number of paces away from certain death, she charged me. Her nerves were driving the conversation, and it felt unnatural to see her anything but confident and in control. I actually felt bad for a minute, that her discomfort was making me feel special, but when she fisted her hand in the material of my shirt at my chest, any regret retreated immediately.
“What’s this about, Thatcher?”
I smiled. She glared.
“Do you trust me?”
“No.” Her answer was emphatic and immediate and completely devoid of thought.
“Cass,” I stressed.
“Fuck!” she shouted, frustrated, and squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes. For some completely insane reason, I do. And I have not one clue why since you’re a psychopath.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Thatcher—” she snapped, and I lunged.
My lips slammed to hers aggressively, and she didn’t delay or hold back.
A gasp moved from her mouth to mine as I pulled her body flush with a hand at her ass. Her skirt was short, and the tips of my fingers just barely grazed the skin of her thigh.
My hand flexed at the feeling, doing its best to leave my mark on the perfect canvas of her skin whether either of us gave it permission or not.
I nibbled at the plush padding at the center of her lower lip, and she tugged at the short strands of hair where my beard met my hairline.
“You want me to take your mind off the heights, baby?” I asked, pulling my lips off of hers just enough to speak clearly.
“You already were, you idiot. Now I’m thinking about it again.”
When I put my mouth on her, I had a feeling she’d forget again.
I smiled with my lips against hers. “Not for long.”
Starting slow, I wrapped my arms around her body until they met in the middle of her ass. I gripped her soft flesh until she moaned.
“You have on panties, baby?” I whispered against her mouth.
When she bit her lip and shook her head, I couldn’t hold back my groan or desperate need to know if she was telling the truth.
Roughly, I bunched the fabric of her skirt in my hands and slid it up until there wasn’t anything between my palms and skin. I dropped to my knees in one smooth motion, and her head fell back as her hands found my hair and tugged.
Leaning forward, I put my tongue right to her bare clit.
“Goddamn. I will never be the same,” I told her pussy honestly. Now that I knew she really would go out without anything under a little skirt like this, I’d be constantly out of my mind wondering when she’d do it again.
Settling one leg over my shoulder, I licked and sucked her pussy until her knees started to shake. With two hands at her hips, I lifted her other foot off the ground and urged her to settle the other leg over my shoulder too.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “I am literally sitting on your face right now.”
Right where I want you. I nodded and flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit.
Pulling back just enough to speak, I rubbed at the juncture of her thighs. “Close your eyes, baby.”
She took a minute, staring down at me between her legs, but eventually, something she saw made her comply.
A scream left her lips as I climbed to my feet with her sitting reverse cowgirl on my shoulders.
“Oh, holy fuck!”
“Keep your eyes closed,” I soothed.
Five careful strides brought me to the alcove on the edge, a little cutout of the main exterior wall of the building that had a platform three feet down.
I set her down carefully, kissing each eyelid when she gasped at the feel of cool concrete on her bare ass.
“Trust me, honey. I’m gonna make this so good.”
“Less talk and more action, then!” she chastised. I laughed and climbed over the edge, behind her, and onto the small platform.
“Thatch,” she said nervously as my lips touched her shoulder from behind.
“It’s okay, baby.”
With an arm around her back and another under her legs, I lifted her off the concrete to protect her skin and spun her to face the city.