Page 139 of Summer Heat
She felt his torturing hand fall back and position his erection against her, stealing her breath. She wanted to beg and fought to move, but in that moment, she could only stare at his perfect face.
“Nicola.” He breathed out her name, eyes closed, body pressed against her wetness. The blunt head of his erection tested entry. She was ready for him, wanted him more than she could understand. He whispered, “I missed you.”
And I love you.
Her mouth shut to make sure she didn’t say that aloud. He didn’t jump away, so love was only in her brain. His hips rolled forward, inching into her. Her opening parted for him, muscles melting away at his command, starting the luminous ecstasy that only he could create.
Love. Love and sex were confusing. Love and sex were often mixed up. Cash withdrew his shaft from her, and her mouth hung open. Gasping for breath, she prayed for his return. Her hips flexed. The need for him to fill her again overwhelmed her. He did. Again and again.
He thrust and kissed, and everything became clear. She loved him. Always had and never stopped.
Her fingers laced into his hair, and she smiled from the inside out. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He moaned into the curve of her neck, biting and kissing. His blond stubble scratched and marked her. A tornado of nerve endings twisted alive from her flesh to her core, starting the unmistakable build she craved.
Nicola mouthed his name. She thrashed for more, needing his strength and power to push her to climatic heaven. She felt the rhythm of their perfect dance. Sapphire blue eyes locked onto hers, Cash took her hands in his, threading their fingers together.
They drove in sync and on fire, deeper and farther than Nicola remembered possible. Her building ripple of muscles tightened around his erection. She cried out, he pulled away from her, and she fought it, needing him. I won’t ever leave again. And she held on tightly, pushing into him. Her orgasm exploded. Her body vibrated, every muscle taking its turn, clenching and releasing around him.
He came with her, in her, reviving her climax.
One breath, and then a longer one. Her eyes opened in lazy satisfaction.
Panic.
She saw wide-eyed, mouth-open panic. He’d turne
d to stone, unmoving, breath held. The color shattered from his beautiful face.
“Cash?”
“Oh God.”
“Wh—”
“I wasn’t thinking. Then I couldn’t—”
What?
Oh. She hadn’t been thinking either.
Nicola framed her hands around his cheeks, still catching her breath. “We’re fine.” She’d never heard him like that before. He was terror-stricken. “You’re okay. Birth control. We’re okay, Cash.”
He didn’t move, frozen, cemented, stuck in time.
Oh no.
Her stomach dropped. “Are you okay-okay?”
“Yeah. Yes. Of course.” Well, that snapped him to attention. He sucked down a gasp, then a calmer breath. “So we’re okay.”
She smiled, nodding, and he moved. A sensitive flash of nerves reminded her that she was more than okay. Cash’s forehead dipped down, touching hers. He relaxed and, finally, a deep breath fell from his lips.
Cash rolled to her side. Strong arms gathered her up, her back to his chest, and held her close to him. A powerful leg locked over her thigh. He tugged the blankets around them and smoothed her hair.
“I’m sorry, Nic.” His voice was heavy and low. He twisted a strand of her hair around his finger.
“Why?”
“You deserve romance and flowers and stuff, and all you got was Jared hitting the fast forward button and me freaking out.”
