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“Jesus, fuck,” I grumble, reaching down and gripping her head as she pulls me deep into her throat.
She’s grinning when she finally pulls off me, and my own lips curl up as she situates herself to the side of me. Tonight has been too much for me not to pull her to my chest.
Heart to heart, our pulses pound for another ten minutes, neither of us saying anything that would ruin this entire situation.
We both know the truth. Neither one of us need to voice it right now.
Chapter 20
Adalynn
When I say I slept like the dead, I mean it, but waking up completely refreshed with drool dried on my chin isn’t exactly how I envisioned my first overnight at Cash’s house.
I refuse to swim in the disappointment that threatens when I look over and notice his side of the bed is empty. I swear I’ll lose my mind if he comes in and tells me that he was giving me space overnight, that he felt like I would want him to get out of bed and let me sleep alone.
I know it’s not true because I woke up hours ago and his arms were around me. I can honestly say it was the happiest moment of my life.
I rush to his bathroom, using the toilet because my bladder is screaming at me. I stare at the sink and the single toothbrush lying beside the plain tube of mint toothpaste. The man is simple, and I think that’s one of the things I love the most about him. Without thinking about it too much, I squirt toothpaste on the brush and scrub my teeth and tongue. I don’t spend as much time as I probably would at home, but there’s an urgency swimming inside of me that’s insisting I get back in the bed and wait for him.
I’m barely back under the covers when his shadow blocks the light from the hallway. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose as he inches closer. Pretending to be asleep seems like manipulation, so I don’t even bother. Besides, if things go my way, he’ll know I was awake when he presses his lips to mine.
“You slept hard,” he says, placing a mug of coffee on the bedside table. “I thought I was going to have to drag you out from under the covers.”
I allow my eyes to roam over his back when he sits on the edge of the bed, the light from the hallway illuminating onlyportions of the ridges and dips of his muscles, leaving a lot of it in shadows. The mystery is beyond sexy, and it makes me consider taking the day for myself. I feel if I stay right here then we can pretend like the night never ended. If I don’t get out of the bed, then we don’t have to go back to being friends. We can be Cash and Adalynn, two lovers who can’t keep their hands and mouths off each other.
“Your house is so cold,” I tell him honestly.
I reveled in his warmth a lot last night.
His hand trails up my arm, leaving a swell of goosebumps along the path.
I don’t speak as his eyes roam over my body. I’m not exposed, having pulled the blanket back up to my chin after brushing my teeth, something I’m regretting right now. When I’m naked, he seems incapable of looking away, and I love that level of attention from him. I crave it and could possibly just lie here for the remainder of my days if I was all that he could focus on.
“What time do you go in today?” I ask, my voice an octave higher than normal.
Embarrassment threatens to heat my cheeks when his lips twitched with a smile.
“Not as early as you,” he says, his voice soft and husky as usual.
Jesus. Has he always used that bedroom voice on me? It’s smokey and rough, each syllable feeling like a caress on my skin.
“I was thinking about skipping,” I say, licking at my dry lips and wishing he’d lean closer so we could kiss.
The soft smile he gives me tells me everything I need to know. He isn’t here to entice me or ask me to change my schedule for him. Clearly, he’s more responsible than I am, or maybe he isn’t even tempted at all. Maybe he wants me gone and is just too much of a gentleman to say it out loud.
I sit up in a rush, feeling like a fool for even considering things I know better than to think.
The covers pool around my waist, but before I can crawl off the bed to grab my clothes, his hand sweeps down, carving a path from my collarbone to my peaked nipple. I barely clamp my mouth closed in time when he pinches the tip with just enough force to awaken every other cell in my body.
“I’d take you up on that offer if you didn’t have that class tonight.”
I blink at him, my brain struggling to come back online long enough to understand what he’s referring to.
“Class? Oh crap.”
“Yeah, oh crap,” he responds. “If you called in sick today, you couldn’t do the class, and half the town would be on your doorstep, bringing you lemon-lime soda, crackers, and chicken noodle soup because they wouldn’t want you to close two days in a row.”
“But I’m not home.” I clamp my lips between my teeth, hating that the words escaped unchecked. I sound like a desperate horndog right now.
