Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Cash,” she moans, my name on her lips already breathless and telling.
I cup the back of her head, making sure her eyes are on me as I press as deep into her as her body allows. It feels like heaven, the way she watches me as I bring us both pleasure. It feels like a promise, like a vow, like maybe things have shifted. Maybe this could work. Maybe I am worthy of her.
“Cash, please,” she begs, her hips circling under me. “Make me come for you.”
God, I swear, she could’ve said anything else and I might’ve been fine, but “for you” hits me low in the gut. As if her pleasure is a gift. God, it feels like a fucking gift.
I refuse to miss out on this moment despite the promise I made of how the night was going to go. The second her body pulses in orgasm, mine also begins.
I keep my eyes locked on hers, our lips barely touching as I roll my hips and unleash inside of her. The orgasm is so strong it leaves me weak and shaking, to the point that I have to roll away in an effort not to crush her.
My eyes flutter closed, my heart threatening to stop with how hard it’s pounding. Physically, it takes no effort to make love to her, but it never fails that my heart races the entire time, as if I’m sprinting a marathon rather than pacing myself.
She shifts in the bed, no doubt trying to get comfortable or reaching for a pillow, but then I feel the warmth of her breath on my skin a second before hot lips wrap around my cock. I swear another rope of cum coats her tongue with how unexpected her attention is.
“Jesus, fuck,” I grumble, reaching down and gripping her head as she pulls me deep into her throat.
She’s grinning when she finally pulls off me, and my own lips curl up as she situates herself to the side of me. Tonight has been too much for me not to pull her to my chest.
Heart to heart, our pulses pound for another ten minutes, neither of us saying anything that would ruin this entire situation.
We both know the truth. Neither one of us need to voice it right now.
Chapter 20
Adalynn
When I say I slept like the dead, I mean it, but waking up completely refreshed with drool dried on my chin isn’t exactly how I envisioned my first overnight at Cash’s house.
I refuse to swim in the disappointment that threatens when I look over and notice his side of the bed is empty. I swear I’ll lose my mind if he comes in and tells me that he was giving me space overnight, that he felt like I would want him to get out of bed and let me sleep alone.
I know it’s not true because I woke up hours ago and his arms were around me. I can honestly say it was the happiest moment of my life.
I rush to his bathroom, using the toilet because my bladder is screaming at me. I stare at the sink and the single toothbrush lying beside the plain tube of mint toothpaste. The man is simple, and I think that’s one of the things I love the most about him. Without thinking about it too much, I squirt toothpaste on the brush and scrub my teeth and tongue. I don’t spend as much time as I probably would at home, but there’s an urgency swimming inside of me that’s insisting I get back in the bed and wait for him.
I’m barely back under the covers when his shadow blocks the light from the hallway. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose as he inches closer. Pretending to be asleep seems like manipulation, so I don’t even bother. Besides, if things go my way, he’ll know I was awake when he presses his lips to mine.
“You slept hard,” he says, placing a mug of coffee on the bedside table. “I thought I was going to have to drag you out from under the covers.”
I allow my eyes to roam over his back when he sits on the edge of the bed, the light from the hallway illuminating only portions of the ridges and dips of his muscles, leaving a lot of it in shadows. The mystery is beyond sexy, and it makes me consider taking the day for myself. I feel if I stay right here then we can pretend like the night never ended. If I don’t get out of the bed, then we don’t have to go back to being friends. We can be Cash and Adalynn, two lovers who can’t keep their hands and mouths off each other.
“Your house is so cold,” I tell him honestly.
I reveled in his warmth a lot last night.