Page 138 of Summer Heat
“Not kidding. Get your ass dressed, Cash, and get to work.”
“Fuck you.”
“More like fuck no one tonight, buddy.”
Jared would pay for this stunt. Jerk. She’d have his ass if Cash didn’t.
Cash didn’t move from the door. “You can’t be serious.”
“Never more,” he said with a grumpy laugh.
“Fine, and a big fuck you.”
“Like I said—”
Cash slammed the door. Nicola sat up in the middle of bed.
He turned. Brooding. Intense.
They stayed silent, looking at one another. The tension hadn’t slipped out when he’d opened the door. The air was just as charged as before the shower.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Was the room too warm? It felt too warm and too small with too many pillows. Just the two of them in a tiny room with a ginormous bed. She tried to catch her breath.
Cash’s jaw flexed. The blue in his eyes sparkled. Every tight muscle looked ready to pounce.
Nicola shifted under the covers. The fabric swished. The pulse in her neck thumped faster and again faster, and she hoped he’d ignore any protest. “But—”
“Do you really think I care?”
Nope. Didn’t look like he cared about anything outside of the bedroom. She shook her head slowly, her stomach launching into her throat. Potent sparks zinged around the room. Cash was coming toward her to take her right here and now, and nothing short of her saying no would stop him.
Holding her tightly with a virile gaze, he stalked forward. Then took another step. The heavy weight of anticipation wrapped its fists around her chest, squeezing. Her breaths compressed. Her mouth watered, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t.
Excitement warmed between her legs. Cash approached as if on a mission to devour and destroy his target. And then he was bedside, broadside, leaning over her, caging her against a wall of pillows with just his arms.
“But?” He took a deep breath and let it out against her skin. “You don’t want me to stay?”
No way would she speak. No way could she try. Her body had abdicated control to him in the shower, and her mind was one sensual touch away from waving a white flag. He knew it too. His eyes danced, knowing that she was only his.
Cash nudged her hair away from her ear and whispered, “’Cause I can leave if that’s what you want, babe.”
“Don’t.” Yeah, her voice quivered and trembled with the acoustic equivalent of her stomach’s reaction to his whisper.
His lips skimmed across her cheek, hovering over hers. His breath tickled. Fire exploded under their lazy, brushed kiss. “Say that again. Not sure I heard you.”
Her head dropped back. Sensations tingled in her cheeks and slalomed down her back. Slow, heavy breaths purred out, the warmth crashing against his very close face. “Don’t you dare leave this room.”
His body eased onto the bed, forearms above her head. Pinned in place, Nicola lifted her chin and closed the distance. His mouth took hers. His temples slid to her cheek, and he pulled her into his kiss. He groaned, and deep within her belly, Nicola needed him all the more.
The covers shifted, and he lost the shorts, sharing with her the bulge that fabric hadn’t hidden. Heavy and hard and hungry. Cash swaddled the covers around them, drowning her in a fury of deep kisses. Her legs shifted, and his body fell into place. The silky smooth glide of his shaft rolled between the vee of her legs.
The taste of mint remained in his mouth. She probed with her tongue, needing and searching for more of him. Pangs of desire flushed through her. He cupped her body to him, tenderly caressing her breasts, thumbing her nipples. With each delicious flick of pressure, she readied for him. Silky moisture dampened her sex.
Her hips reached for more contact. Her pussy ached, rocking against his bare shaft. The build-up was too much. When it seemed like her desire couldn’t jump any higher, his talented fingers slid between them, over her mound, and into her juices. He danced over her nerve endings, driving her to the edge of sexual insanity.
Sweet Cash. “I need you,” she said on a gasp. “I don’t want to wait any longer. It’s been too long.”
