Up to Me - By M. Leighton Page 0,36

do there?"

"I want you to come in me, to come with me."

I hear his moan just before he lets his desire off the leash. It seems that one moment, he's inches away, the next, he's touching me. All over, everywhere at once.

His hands are in my hair, at my breasts, on my back. His lips are on mine, at my ear, on my neck. His tongue is teasing mine, teasing my nipples, teasing my navel.

Then his hands are sliding under my hips. The world tilts when he picks me up off the counter. Just as my legs wrap around his waist, he enters me, pulling me down onto him, seating himself so far inside me that it steals my breath.

As my head falls back on my shoulders, I cry out. I can't help it. I'm lost to everything but Cash. I barely hear my own voice. It's like a soft echo of what's going on between us - a tornado of sensation and heavy breathing, a hurricane of lips and tongues and teeth and fingers.

I hear Cash's breath in my ear. I feel his body inside mine. I feel the air rushing over my skin as he carries me to the bed.

Then there's a firm mattress at my back and a warm body on top of mine. He's moving inside me, hard and powerful, each thrust deeper than the last.

The build-up is too much, the pleasure too strong. My body feels like it's coming apart at the seams. Just before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see Cash come up onto his knees. I give myself up to feeling as he spreads my legs wide and rubs my most sensitive part with his thumb, all the while driving in and out of me.

And then I'm toppling over the edge. The first wave of my orgasm makes me dizzy. I hear Cash saying my name over and over. I open my eyes to see him arch his back and pound into me with a recklessness that bursts in my body like a shower of fireworks.

The walls absorb his groan as his pace slows to longer, more languid strokes. His body still pulses within me. Then, with one final thrust, he collapses onto me.

We rest together, drifting back down to earth. His breathing is heavy in my ear. When it becomes less labored, I feel the first press of his lips against my neck. It's one of a thousand tiny kisses he rains over my throat and my face. When he lifts his head, his eyes meet mine. I'm not sure what they say, but I think my heart understands.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Cash
With Olivia tucked along my side, I really don't want to move. But I have to. Reality - and danger - are lurking just around the corner. On the other side of daylight, which is just a few short hours away.

Olivia is tracing the tattoo on the left side of my chest, like she often does when we lie naked together. I don't know if it's soothing to her, but it is to me.

Her fingers start to move more and more slowly until they stop. Her breathing becomes deep and even. She's so still I know she's asleep. I'm sure she's exhausted. But there's nothing I can do about that yet.

I slide out from under her as gently as I can, but I still wake her.

"Rest, baby. I'll be right back."

I can see that her eyes are open and focused on mine, so I know she heard me. She doesn't answer, though. She just smiles.

After straightening my clothes, I head out through the office to the club. Nash and Gavin are sitting at the bar, pouring shots from a bottle of whiskey.

"Make yourself at home," I remark smartly as I approach.

"Oh, don't worry. We have," Gavin replies with a cheeky grin.

I pull up a stool and a shot, downing it in one quick swallow. The burn is welcome. It reminds me that there will be much pain and loss if I don't do this just right. The first time. There's no doubt that I won't get a second chance.

"I was thinking about it and I feel like the only place Olivia will really be safe is with her mother."

"That's what you were doing back there?