“Then we’ll have brunch instead,” Denver said. “Saturday?”
“Umm…” I looked at Cash for direction.
“We’ll be there,” he said simply.
Denver smiled. “Great.”
Chapter Eighteen
Cash Matthews
That fucking asshole.
I was going to slug my brother in the face next time I saw him when Vivian wasn’t around. He always took my side when it came to my personal life, respecting my privacy and space. But now he was acting like a fucking girl. Asshole.
I gripped the steering wheel as I moved through traffic. I was in a terrible mood and I felt bad for being such bad company for Prudence. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. I turned right and headed to her apartment.
“I was hoping I could stay at your place…” The musical sound of her voice instantly decreased my anger—however slight. She must have noticed the turn I took.
“Prudence, I love being with you. But right now, I’m just…not myself.”
“I could make you feel better.”
What did she mean by that?
“I won’t ask you about tonight. I won’t even speak. But I don’t want to leave you.”
That sounded tempting.
“And you don’t have to be on your best behavior—this one time.” She gave me a beautiful smirk.
I decided to take her up on that offer. “You’re hard to resist.”
“I just know the right things to say.” Her hand moved to my thigh. She squeezed gently.
She was good at taming me. When we first got in the car, I was furious. Now my anger simmered below the surface. And knowing she wouldn’t question me about anything made it better. This girl was perfect. I’m so glad I went to that concert. This hypnotic angel brightened my life, making me forget the darkness for a short period of time.
When we returned to my house, I didn’t want to entertain her downstairs with wine and music. I immediately wanted to go to bed and do nothing. She followed me into the bedroom and watched me strip my clothes away. Her eyes held a hungry expression while she watched me.
Fuck. I loved that look.
I lay in bed then took a deep breath. When I looked at her, she approached the bed then slowly pulled down the straps of her dress. They fell off and so did her dress. A black bra and matching thong were underneath.
Damn, she’s fine.
Her flat stomach had the slight formation of the muscle underneath. A small layer of fat was on her lower tummy, but it was sexy as hell. She had wide hips that made her waist look smaller than it really was. Her fair skin was absent of any marks or tattoos, which was how I preferred my women. She was my ideal woman, perfect in every way. And I couldn’t believe I got to be inside her for the next few months.
She unclasped her bra then dropped it to the floor. Her thong came down a second later. I expected her to get into bed, but she did something that caught me by surprise. She grabbed my black shirt from the ground and put it over her head. Somehow, inexplicably, she looked more divine than she ever had. The image was every guy’s fantasy. But only my reality.
She came into the bed next to me, her scent in the air. “Turn over.”
Was this something kinky? I did as she asked.
When I was on my stomach, she straddled my ass, light as a feather, and then pressed her fingertips into the muscles of my back. The pressure was applied in just the right ways, making the muscle burn and relax at the same time. After she rubbed into me, she trailed her fingers down my spine then through the hair on the back of my neck.
Fuck, that feels good.
Then she leaned over and kissed the back of my neck then my shoulder. She continued to massage me at the same time, taking me to a new level of pleasure and relaxation.
No one had ever given me a massage before. Ever. And I didn’t even ask her to. Everything she did was for me alone. She got nothing out of it in return. It was selfless and beautiful. And I loved it.
The anger I held before vanished instantly. I concentrated on the feel of her lips against my neck and shoulder. Then she trailed her lips down my back. Every kiss of those perfect lips brought me to a place I’d never been before. This arrangement was one of convenience, not love or romance, but I knew in my heart she really cared about me. Truly. And I realized I really cared about her too. If she were sad, I’d make her laugh. If she fell apart, I’d fix her.
It fucking scared the shit out of me.
I lay still and enjoyed her touch, my breathing increasing. Her fingers moved into my hair, and the fabric of her shirt touched my side. My shirt. Unable to lie still anymore, I hooked my arm behind me then pulled her down to the bed.
She giggled as I climbed on top of her. I loved the smile on her face. She grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull it off, but I steadied her.
“Leave it on.” The command in my voice surprised even me. I opened the drawer and rolled a condom on. Then I grabbed her hips and elevated them from the bed, inserting myself inside her slowly.
I wanted to make her feel as good as she made me feel. And that’s what I did. I kept one hand on the steep curve of her back, pulling her into me repeatedly, while I rested my weight on the other hand. My face was pressed against hers, watching her lips open in pleasure as I moved into her slowly. I hadn’t been this gentle with a woman in a long time. I treated her like a breakable porcelain vase. Every move I made was for her, not me.
Her hand cupped the back of my neck while she stared into my face. I didn’t kiss her but it was because I wanted to watch her. She tightened around me, and I knew she was coming. I didn’t change my pace, keeping every condition the same. I wanted the pleasure to explode inside her, making her shake. She whimpered after the moment passed, her body still tender.
I wasn’t done with her. Her mind was going to get blown a few more times. She deserved it. And I wanted to be the one to give it to her.
Her slightly parted lips looked too delicious to be ignored. I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her gently. Our tongues danced together lightly, caressing each other. I continued to move inside her as slowly as possible. I wanted to feel the inside of her, to really touch her. And I wasn’t trying to get off. That isn’t what it was about.
Her hands moved to my back and gripped me. She always touched me there, and I knew it was because she loved that part of my body. She did it to me everyday. I loved turning her on, making her spiral out of control.