"Easton!" Cassidy's voice cracked, totally shocked to see him standing there.
But then it hit her—she'd just told him she had a crush on her senior, and now he was her stepson. Easton was sharp; he must've figured out she was talking about him.
Easton, even after Cassidy slapped him, didn't look mad. His eyes were locked on her, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Cassidy awkwardly looked down, trying to dodge his gaze and get away from him.
Easton's intense, unyielding gaze stayed glued to her. Cassidy couldn't shake his focus. They were too close. As soon as she tried to escape, he tightened his grip, pulling her into his arms. His breath tickled her ear, making her blush and her heart race.
"Cassidy." He pinched her chin, making her look up and meet his eyes.
She was forced to look into his eyes, reading the emotions he'd been holding back, like she was the answer to something he'd been waiting for.
Easton's voice was rough, but there was a hint of joy. "You just said you had a crush on me, right?" His fingers brushed her lips, capturing every emotion on her face.
Cassidy felt super awkward. It was all in the past, and she didn't want their relationship to change because of her old feelings. She thought about the future she wanted and knew Easton wanted to keep her close, like a caged bird, but that wasn't the life she wanted.
But Easton's gaze was so intense that she couldn't find the words to argue. She looked away, but to him, it seemed like she was just being shy.
Easton's breathing got heavier, and he leaned in to kiss her. This kiss was different—he gently nibbled on her lips, tracing them with his tongue. He didn't force his way in, just teased her until she instinctively opened her mouth.
Finally, his tongue slipped into her mouth, intertwining with hers. His gentleness made Cassidy forget their situation for a moment.
Easton held the back of her head, lifting her and pressing her onto the sofa, continuing to kiss her while one hand kneaded her breast.
Cassidy's body trembled, her mind half-clear. She tried to push him away, but Easton grabbed her hand, pressing it against his erection through his pants. His voice was rough, "Cassidy, I'm so happy."
"Easton?" Cassidy's voice was muffled, feeling his erection twitch under her hand.
Her dress was quickly removed, and she instinctively grabbed his arm. "Easton, don't."
Easton kissed her gently, guiding her hand to rub his erection through his pants. "I'm really happy," he repeated, his voice like a seductive whisper.
Cassidy was lost in his gentleness, her mind a mess.
Easton gripped her waist, his breath hot, his voice hoarse. "I really like you."
Cassidy bit her lip, not sure if she heard him right.
Easton lowered his head and bit her neck, his tongue teasing and licking.
Cassidy's body tensed up, a faint whimper escaping her lips. When Easton was gentle, her body became even more sensitive. She couldn't hold back her moans, gripping his clothes tightly. "Easton, what did you say?"
Easton raised his head to kiss her again, his fingers moving downward. Even through her clothes, his touch made her breathe heavily, her body becoming more sensitive, and she could feel herself getting wet.
He lifted her skirt, revealing her slender, pale legs and a damp spot in the center of her panties.
Easton stared at her pussy as Cassidy's body tensed, her face turned to one side, her ears and cheeks flushed red, her fingers trembling as they gripped his clothes, her pussy uncontrollably secreting more fluids.
Looking at the small wet patch, Easton said, "You're really too sensitive."
Cassidy's face felt like it was on fire. Easton's flirtatious words, which she had previously dismissed, now filled her with deep embarrassment. She clamped her legs together, trying to avoid his touch.
"Easton, you seem drunk. You don't really like me," Cassidy said, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Easton had confessed once on the island, but Cassidy never responded, leading him to believe she didn't have feelings for him. What he didn't realize was that she simply couldn't believe he genuinely liked her.
Easton grabbed her wrist, leaning down to stare at her face. "Cassidy, I'm not drunk. I know exactly what I'm saying." He brushed the hair from her face, his eyes full of laughter. "Cassidy, I really like you. I've had feelings for you for a long time."
Cassidy's mind went blank when she heard the first sentence, and it took a few seconds for her to process what he had said. She looked at Easton in shock.
Easton was amused by her reaction. "I don't make love with just anyone; it's because it's you that I'm willing."
He kept the rest to himself, 'If it were any other woman, I would never let them get close. Dancing with Zoe was just to provoke Cassidy. I hadn't expected her confession, but I'm glad I approached her with a different mask and clothes.'
Cassidy blinked. "Are you saying you like me?"
'Was his last confession serious? When did he start liking me? Why didn't I notice at all? In his eyes, shouldn't I be nothing more than an emotionless canary in a gilded cage? He wants to keep me by his side, isn't it because I am his first woman?' Thinking of this, Cassidy felt her mind couldn't process it, but Easton didn't give her a chance to think clearly.
He touched her panties, the fluid staining his fingers. Hooking the corner, his knuckles slipped inside, enveloped by the fluid.
He pulled her panties aside, revealing her already wet vulva. He suddenly lowered his head to kiss her labia, his tongue sweeping over, swallowing all the fluid she had secreted.
"Easton!" Cassidy cried out, her legs clamping around his head. She reached out to push him, but the strange pleasure made her whole body go limp.
Easton sucked on her clitoris, applying gentle pressure with his lips. Cassidy cried out, the sensation overwhelming her. He pulled her panties off, holding her hips and starting to suck on her vaginal discharge.
The skirt blocked her view, but the sound of swallowing was clear in her ears. Cassidy leaned back on the sofa, biting her lip hard to keep from moaning.