“And then this sweet, wet paradise,” he rasped.
His finger slid out and he gently stroked her clit in light circular motions that made her squirm. How did he know exactly how to touch her? She’d never had a man so attuned to her body and its responses, and she couldn’t control her shock when his skilled ministrations swiftly brought the first ripples of orgasm to the surface. Three past lovers and not a single one had brought her to climax with his touch. One day with Cash McCoy, and she’d come so many times she’d lost count.
The man just might be her new hero.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
She met his eyes, floored by the naked passion glittering there. From the moment she’d met him in that coatroom, she’d known he’d be like this, capable of making her go up in flames with one heated look, one sinful touch.
“Well, we can’t have that,” Cash said after she nodded in response.
A disappointed groan lodged in her chest as he moved his hand away.
His husky laugh made her shiver. “You’ve gotta learn some patience, sweetheart.” He flung out his arm and grabbed the condom sitting on the coffee table. “Besides, I want you to come while you’re riding me.”
A thrill shot through her. The thought of straddling his big, powerful body and having this big, powerful man at her mercy was hot as hell.
Heart pounding, she sat up and waited for Cash to sheathe himself. When he got on his back and beckoned her, she climbed up with no hesitation, encircled his thick shaft with one hand and brought it to her core.
Their eyes stayed locked together as she lowered herself on his cock. When she was fully seated, they let out simultaneous moans.
Shockwaves of pleasure seized her clit but she stayed motionless, keeping him trapped inside her as she bent down to kiss him. God, his mouth was pure heaven, his lips firm, his tongue demanding. They shared long, drugging kisses, each one hotter than the last. And still she didn’t move. She felt Cash’s heartbeat thudding against her breasts. His breathing grew ragged, coming out in sharp bursts that she swallowed with her lips as she continued to kiss him.
“You okay?” she teased when he cursed against her mouth.
“No.” Sweat bloomed on his forehead. “I need you to start moving.”
Jen squeezed her inner muscles.
Cash swore again, loud and tortured.
“Like that?” she asked sweetly.
“Among other things.”
She squeezed again.
He groaned.
“You know, this is really fun,” she remarked. “You’ve got this vein in your forehead that looks like it’s about to burst.”
“That’s not the only thing about to burst,” he grumbled.
“I thought we were practicing the art of patience.”
“I thought you were going to fuck my brains out,” he countered, those blue eyes blazing with pure agony.
She laughed. “Nobody said anything of the sort, cowboy. I was only instructed to ride you.”
Cash dug his fingers into her hips, bringing a sting of pain. He tried thrusting upward but she locked his thighs between hers and made a tsking sound. “Quit being a pain in the ass, McCoy. If you don’t let me do my thing, I’ll climb right off you and make myself come in private.”
He immediately stilled.
Jen grinned. “That’s what I thought.”
And then she started to move. In earnest. Lifting off that rock-hard cock then slamming down on it. Over and over, fast and furious, until the couch springs protested to the ferocity of her movements. Cash reached up to play with her breasts, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His hips came up to meet her. Their breathing became labored, choppy, as she rode him hard.
The throbbing between her legs took a critical turn. “Touch my clit,” she said, surprising herself with the bold order.
His lips formed a sensual smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
He placed his palm on her navel, callused fingers circling her belly button before traveling south.
Jen exploded the second he touched that sensitive nub. As a wave of sheer sensation slammed into her, her mind splintered into a million pieces and black and white dots assaulted her vision. Crying out, she grinded into him, vaguely aware of his hoarse shout as he climaxed.
It took her a while to recover this time. Sagging into Cash’s chest, she just lay there and waited for her heartbeat to regulate and her breathing to steady.
Why hadn’t anyone ever told her that sex could be this good?
And why did she get the feeling that three weeks in Cash’s bed wouldn’t be nearly enough?
She lifted her head and peeked up at him. “Again,” she said with a groan. “We need to do that again.”
His guttural laughter tickled her forehead. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
Chapter Seven
As far as Cash was concerned, Sundays were sacred. Sundays meant watching football, drinking beer and eating junk food. And he never strayed from that routine, not if he could help it.