Cash took my hand. “Everything alright?”
His voice shook the thought away. “Yeah.”
He eyed me but dropped the interrogation.
“You really didn’t need to pick me up.”
“I wanted to.”
“What were you doing all night?”
“Waiting for you to call my driver.”
I sighed. “You didn’t have to do that to impress my brother.”
“I didn’t.” His hand hooked around my waist until we reached the limo. He let me inside first before he slid beside me. “I care about you—a lot.”
My eyes softened. “I care about you too.”
“And as long as you’re mine, I want you to be safe. That’s not something I’m willing to compromise on.”
“Are you like this with all your lady friends?”
He turned on the heater then leaned against the leather cushion. “No.”
“Then why are you like that with me?” I was curious to know. He didn’t love me or have any particular attachment to me. I was a warm body he got to use over and over. And I was fine with that.
“I just am.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. “But I have a very selfish ulterior motive.”
I knew exactly what it was. But I wanted to play with him. “What?”
He kissed my wrist then moved up my arm. He kissed my shoulder then my neck. His lips stopped at my ear. “I’ve been very lonely these past nights. And I want you to satisfy me.”
“So you didn’t care about my safety at all?” I had a grin on my face because I loved his kisses. He could do so many things with his mouth.
“I wouldn’t say that.” He kissed my ear, and the loud smacking noise made me moan.
The depression suddenly weighed on me when I realized there was no going back. My brother would leave and I would stay behind. But my greatest drug was sitting next to me. Cash helped me forget my problems, put them so far in the back of my mind I almost forgot them entirely. And that’s when I knew I needed him.
I pushed his shoulders back then straddled him.
His eyes widened and a smirk stretched his face. “You missed me too.”
I pressed my mouth against his then unbuckled his belt. His hands were on me, moving up my dress and to my underwear. He slipped two fingers inside while I moaned into his mouth.
Fuck. He was good at that.
I unbuttoned his shirt then pulled down his slacks slightly. His cock popped out, big and long.
I loved him.
His fingers continued to explore me, making involuntary gasps escape my mouth. He was good at everything. Every appendage was a trained master. Cash pulled me closer to him then kissed my neck, sucking and biting gently. Arousal burned between my legs and I wanted to feel him inside me—the real him.
I grabbed his arm and tried to pull his fingers out. “I want you.”
His eyes darkened. “Tell me again.”
“I want you, Cash.”
He fingered me harder. “You’ll have to wait.”
“No.” I gripped his shoulder, loving the feel of his hand. “I don’t want to.”
“I want to make love to you on my bed, not in the backseat of a car. Not tonight, at least.”
Make love? When did we start doing that? And he never had a problem doing it in the limo, in a bathroom stall, or on the beach. He’d take me, anywhere and anytime.
The limo pulled into his driveway. Cash readjusted his clothes before we got out. My legs were wobbly. I just wanted to spread them and feel him inside me.
I’m not going to make it up the stairs.
Cash unlocked the door then pulled me in. As soon as the door was shut and bolted, he picked me up and kissed me. I knew he was carrying me up the stairs by the way his body moved. I gripped the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. His tongue moved against mine, making more liquid pool between my legs. When I felt the mattress beneath me, Cash pulled my dress off.
My hands reached for him and undressed him just as quickly. I knew he was hot for me, desperate to be inside me. And I loved seeing the look. Three days were agony for me, but they were obviously worse for him.
Cash crawled on top of me then separated my legs. He was always in control, and I wanted to be for once. I pulled him to the bed then climbed on top of him. His eyes widened in surprise and an adorable grin covered his face.
I decided to torture him a little since he wouldn’t fuck me in the limo. I massaged his chest while I kissed his neck and body. My lips trailed all the way down, kissing every ab and groove. My tits rubbed against his hard dick, and that made him pant.
“Baby…don’t be like that.”
“Do you want me?”
“Fuck yes, I want you.” He grabbed me and pulled me up his chest. I was done torturing him. Actually, I was done torturing myself. I opened his nightstand and grabbed a condom.
“Wait.” He grabbed my hand.
What? I’m fucking his brains out whether he wants to or not. Call it rape. I don’t care.
“Are you on birth control?”
Do we need to have this conversation now? “Yes.”
“What kind?”
“An IUD. Can we get on with it now?”
He smiled at my irritation. “Let’s forget the condom.”
“What?” Did I hear him right?
“I’m clean. I’m sure you are too.”
“Yeah…”
“And we’re monogamous. I want to come inside you, if you’ll let me.”
That idea sounded hot. Really hot.
He stared at my eyes. “Is that a yes?”
I didn’t like condoms anyway. The latex hurt after a while. And it would be nice to feel his bare cock. I didn’t need to be a guy to understand why condoms sucked. “Yeah.”
He grabbed my hips then lifted me up slightly. I felt his tip enter me, enlarged and wet, then slide fully into me.
“Oh god…”
He pushed all the way into me then stayed still for a moment.
Shit. That feels good.
I balanced on the balls of my feet then moved up and down. Cash stared at me in amazement then bit his lip.
“You feel so good.” His fingers dug into my skin.
I was always on the edge before we even started, so my orgasm exploded inside me. I grabbed onto his hips while I finished, moving over him harder and faster. His cock slid in with no resistance, feeling the wet areas. It felt unbelievable.