over the muscles in his stomach, using my tongue to make a wet trail down his body. The muscles in his stomach went rigid when I put my mouth around him, tasting nothing but pure male, before I licked my lips and straddled him, taking him inside to the hilt.
I didn’t move to a punishing rhythm. I moved slowly, my hair moving against my back like a fan, rolling my hips in sweet, languorous swirls against him. I set my hands against his chest, scratching instead of clawing, using him as a base to lift myself before I lowered myself down again.
As I moved, I dipped my head low, coming down to kiss him. The kiss was as languorous as my movements.
His eyes opened and met mine. Just like that feral green-eyed tiger on his neck, over the pulse point, the wild animal in him seemed to come alive.
With a whoosh of breath, he flipped me over onto my back, and setting my legs on each side of him, slammed into me. His eyes were hard on mine, as hard as he was fucking me. He was wild but in control. Nothing sloppy about him. The relentless pounding kept up, like a savage animal, until he withdrew, and then came back even harder than before.
“Cash!” I screamed. Then my entire body, the fucking traitor, went off like an arrow from my bow. The pressure released me, and I was flying into his territory, about to land. My aim? His heart.
A second later, he came inside of me, a look on his face that I’d never forget. It was the wildest thing I’d ever seen. It was a look a woman could get addicted to.
The only high left in my body was Cash Kelly.
Once I was able to catch my breath, an internal grin lit me up. I’d gotten to him. He had flung me off and fucked me like no man had ever fucked me before because I had. He’d felt something.
I’d felt it, too. A connection that was stronger than just feral attraction between us.
If I was a betting woman, I’d place my money on Kelly being in a bad mood or gone by the time I got up the next day. I hadn’t known him long, but what I did know, he wasn’t going to like what just happened. Not that I liked the feelings part, either, but I was out to get even, which meant I was willing to make sacrifices for my cause.
He hovered over me, still hard inside of me, and I blinked before my eyes fully opened to meet his.
“You called me Cash,” he said, his chest heaving. I didn’t think it was from exertion. He’d barely broken a sweat. I was ringing wet.
“Unless you lied,” I said, my voice rough, “that’s your name.”
“Yeah, I suppose it is,” he said, but his eyes were narrowed.
He pulled out of me, giving me his hand, helping me up. That daring look had made it back to his eyes, and that animal was still hungry, or out to prove something—that he hadn’t felt what he thought he did.
There was no way I was imagining it. It felt too real. It was like getting too close to a raging fire and then ignoring the burns after.
“Where are we going?” I said, hardly able to walk. No man had ever fucked me like that before. Sleep. I craved it.
“Shower, darlin’. The night’s still young, and so are you.”
15
Keely
I could barely get out of bed the next morning. Cash Kelly had worked my body like no man ever had before. He lingered in the soreness of my muscles and bones. His marks were all over my body, coming up in blue and purple bruises on my skin. In all fairness, I easily bruised, but he was still intense.
He gave me experiences that I would never forget. The son of a bitch was more addicting than what he had smoked last night. There was no doubt—not an ounce of it—that he knew that as well as I did.
After doing the necessary things in the bathroom, I stepped into the deep closet in his bedroom, taking one of his white button-down shirts and slipping it on. It was better than having to search the other room for my things. I was going to move my boxes into Kelly’s room on principal.
He wanted me here. He got me. Baggage and all.
Before I found my way downstairs, I stopped and admired the view from