his name. I reach down and slide my fingers into his hair and pull him to me. The first lick of his tongue is a jolt of raw electricity. The second sends me to a place I never knew existed. A place where life happens in technicolor and where every touch burns me to ash. Where Cash’s mouth and tongue leave me writhing and senseless until pleasure breaks inside of me, and I forget how to breathe.
“Cash.” I grip the sides of the island and hold on while wave after wave rolls through me. He stays with me until the last bit of bliss is wrung from my body.
Then he moves up my lifeless form until his hands are on either side of my head, and his face is above mine. Long fingers sweep my hair from my sweaty forehead. “You good?”
My expression is probably cartoonish, but I’ve lost the ability to care. “Soooo good.”
The cocksure hitch of his lips would be annoying on any other man, but not on him. He’s earned the right to wear that grin.
I tug at his shirt and try to wrestle it up his body. “Get rid of this.”
He reaches over his head and pulls it off by the neck, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come here.” I reach for him, and we both gasp when his naked skin meets mine. The drugging kiss does nothing for my mental capacity. He tastes of mint and me with a trace of happiness. I lick and savor the flavors until he pulls away. “Don’t go.”
“Not going anywhere.” He reaches into his back pocket, takes a condom from his wallet, then tosses it on the island next to me. His fingers flip the button on his jeans. The tinny zing of the zipper sliding fills the room. I rise up on my elbows again. I do not want to miss this.
He toes off his shoes, then lowers his pants and underwear. For several long seconds, he just stands there like the god he is.
I didn’t know it was possible to be more turned on than I already am, but I’ve never seen anything like this magnificent man standing before me. My palms tingle to touch the expanse of golden skin stretched over the chiseled muscles of his chest. I lean forward and rub my hand over the bumpy contours of his abs and down the happy trail that leads to the reason for my exploration.
Strong fingers catch my wrist before I reach my goal. “Not this time, darlin’. I don’t know if I’ll last if you touch me.” A quick rip of the foil and he slowly and steadily deals with protection.
“Wow.” I can’t help the worshipful tenor of my voice.
His lips lift into the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. “Ya think? Because someone once compared my junk to her pinkie finger.”
I reach for him, and he comes willingly. “I think you should teach that crazy woman a lesson.”
He lowers over me and his lips hover just above mine. “I can do that.”
I’m holding him, and try to tell him with my lips, mouth, and tongue all the things I can’t say out loud. Feelings that are too big and scary for both of us.
His slides his tongue to my earlobe, then whispers, “Are you ready for me, Tiger?”
“About twelve years past ready, quarterback.”
“Me too.” He pulls me to the very end of the island, and in one swift move he’s inside me. It’s a move that would be impossible if he wasn’t so tall. The muscles in his neck bulge as he holds himself still inside me. “Tiger … I … You.” He drops his head to my chest and the warm, harsh puffs of his breath blow against my skin.
The raw vulnerability in his voice destroys me, and I lose a little more of myself to this man. My fingers slip over the sweat-damp skin of his neck as I hold him to me. I’m full of him, our bodies are plastered together, but I want more of him. I want all of him. To cover these world-altering realizations, I ask, “So you’ve dreamed of me?”
He raises his head, and the smirk that pulls at his mouth is full of all kinds of trouble. Cash King is back. “Oh, yeah.” One thrust, then another. “And when this is over, you’ll be dreaming of me too.”
“You’re awful cocky—ahhhh …”
Dark brows arch over those ridiculous eyes. “You were saying?”