The more she tried to hide it the more he felt that ache between his thighs. The harder she held the shirt down, the more apparent it made her chest, and his eyes traveled down from her mussy hair to her bare feet and back again. It was plain that he wasn't fooled, but rather than upset he only looked amused--intrigued, even. "Right... something on Netflix that happened to leave your thighs wet." He stepped forward quickly, acting half on instinct and half on... what? Lust? It must have been, because when he grabbed her arm to stop her turning away he pulled her closer, close enough that her nipples brushed across his chest through her shirt.<br/><br/>"You weren't watching Netflix at all, were you Cass?" His voice and tone were both low and dark. "I just walked in on you masturbating, didn't I?" His other hand lifted to slip beneath her shirt, fingers curling over her mound and across her lower lips, still wet with her arousal and release. He allowed his middle and ring fingers to slide along her sex, gliding over her wet folds as his pinky and pointer split to either side of her mound. He curled, his fingertips probing against her entrance as he slowly pushed her back against the edge of the counter. He didn't offer any sort of explanation or warning or even apology, he just kissed her, pressing his lips deeply over hers as his hand slid against her, teasing and rubbing at her flushed sex.