Page 181 of Summer Heat
“Touch your lips for me, Nicola.”
She complied. The rich texture of his words coated her in heat. Her fingers brushed softly over her bottom lip while her ears begged him for more.
Cash continued. “The harder I kissed you, the harder I got, sweet girl. When your little tongue moved over mine…” He took a long, slow breath, blowing into the phone. “I wanted to feel it everywhere, but not before I tasted you.”
“Oh.” Blood thumped in her neck, racing through her veins.
“And
I kissed your neck,” he whispered. Nic moved her fingers to the slope of her neck and felt her pulse. “It took all my strength not to move too fast. Not to touch and kiss where I was dying to end up.”
“Where was that?” Her insides melted, overcome by the memories of him nudging her knees apart. Him creating such intense pleasure, she thought she’d drown in him, awash in undeniable bliss.
“Your sweet pussy. But I’m getting there tonight. I don’t care how far away from me you are.”
Oh. They were only words, not a sinful touch or a kiss that made her knees weak. But the way he said it made agonized need ricochet from her hips to her core. She was alone in a dark room with eyes shut and could’ve sworn he whispered into her ear, tickling her skin with his promise.
“Are you in bed, Cash?”
“Yeah, and I’m naked, missing you.” His voice was an electric jolt. There was nothing hesitant, nothing held back. Everything about Cash was strong and direct. A live wire.
“Are you…?” She trailed off, wanting for the right words, wanting to be as bold as he was.
“Hard and in my hand,” he answered for her. The revelation jump-started her imagination.
Her heart was in her throat, pounding and punching for attention. “You’re stroking?”
“Good girl.” She heard his approving smile. “Yeah, I’m stroking. Thinking of how good you feel. Where’s that beautiful touch of yours?”
“My neck.”
“Is that where you want it?”
She shook her head silently against the pillow.
Cash urged her on. “Just relax with me, sweet girl. Tell me what you want, how you love it. Let yourself go for me.”
This was too revealing. Embarrassingly scary. She didn’t know what to say or do. Being this vulnerable with him so confident made it all the more erotic. More intimate. “Cash—”
“You can do this if you want. You don’t have to. But you could.”
“I want,” she promised.
“Then trust me. Listen to me, and know there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to make you come for me tonight.”
“I’m listening.” Heat bloomed between her legs. If he kept saying things like that, she’d beg for release soon.
“Tell me a truth, Nicola. Touch your gorgeous body, and trust me with another truth.”
Her hands grazed her nightgown. Her breasts anticipated, her breaths shortened, and quick flashes of electricity fired beneath the surface of her flesh. A truth. Nicola pressed her lips together, summoned another round of courage and said, “I’ve been dying to taste you too.”
His breath hitched. “Christ.”
She swallowed away a sigh. Her confidence blazed at his reaction. He was just as needy as she felt. This was erotic power. Seduction.
Nicola confided, “I’d kneel between your naked legs. Your powerful thighs. And then I’d kiss you.” Cash groaned quietly into her ear, daring her to continue. “Your hands twist in my hair, and you’re rock hard, scary large, but the silkiest, smoothest thing I’ve ever touched.”
“Lick,” he growled, low and deep.
