I nodded. Hearing him say my thoughts out loud was both validating and terrifying. It was as though we’d been playing poker, but he’d been looking at my cards over my shoulder the entire time.
He slipped his arms around my waist, pulled me closer, and leaned his head against mine. “Ella, I…” He trailed off and pressed his lips together as though he were sealing his words inside.
My mouth went dry. “You what?”
“I want you to know how much this means to me,” he whispered. “How muchyoumean to me.” Thousands of goosebumps erupted over my skin, igniting the yearning clawing up from deep in my belly.
I cupped his face in my hands, my eyes locked on his. “Show me.”
He paused for a beat, holding my gaze. “I can do that.” He scooped me up with his hands under my butt, lifting me onto the bed so that he hovered over me.
His lips crashed into mine, and I kissed him hungrily.
“I need these gone,” I said as I fumbled with his belt buckle.
With his help, I was able to get his belt undone and his pants off so that only his black boxer briefs remained, the cotton fabric straining hard against his bulge.
“I hope you don’t mind if I savor this view a little longer.” He leaned back and appraised me, running his hands down my denim-clad thighs. I wanted to savor what it felt like to be wanted by Cash Montgomery. But I also wanted to do that while we wore a few less clothes.
“The view beneath these jeans is a lot better,” I promised, unfastening my jeans and shoving them down my hips.
His tongue flicked across his lips as he gingerly slid my jeans down, pulling my legs out one by one. He took one of my legs in his hand and blazed a trail of kisses from my ankle all the way up my thigh.
“God, you’re so sexy, Ella.” His fingers toyed with the strap of my thong and lightly grazed my folds, causing me to whimper, the ache at my center reaching a fever pitch.
“I need you inside me.” I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxer briefs and slid them down until his hardness sprang free. I took him in my hand, smoothing my palm over his length. “I need to feel you.”
He moaned and reached his hands around me, unhooking my bra and tossing it to the floor. My hands twisted in his hair as he placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, all the way down my breasts, coming to a stop at the edge of my thong. “Not yet.”
“Please,” I murmured as he exhaled a hot breath over my center, and I bucked against him.
His tongue teased the sensitive skin along the outline of my thong before sliding it off, leaving me completely naked. He took me in for a moment, his eyes fixed on mine.
“You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long damn time,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh. “I want you to feel things too.” He began teasing me with his tongue with featherlight pressure before licking me from opening to clit.
“Fuck,” I cried out, arching into his mouth. My body writhed and wriggled beneath his steady motions as his thumb added pressure to my clit, pushing me close to the edge.
“Ella, you are a goddess,” Cash whispered, drawing away from me. Before I could cry out in protest, he was buried deep inside me, thrusting slowly so that I could feel every inch of him. I clenched around him as his eyes peered into mine. “You make me feel like I’m falling.”
Wait. What?!Did he mean falling like falling from this glorious high we were on, or like,falling? Falling in love or like ‘oh shit, I’m falling off a fucking cliff’? As I looked into his eyes, I knew it didn’t matter. I clawed at his neck, my hands tangling in his hair, relishing in how good it felt to be in his arms. Wherever Cash Montgomery was falling, I was going with him.
“Cash… I…” I tried to form the words to say how he made me feel, but before any words could form, his mouth covered mine, and I was lost in him. His tongue searched my mouth as though he could somehow extract my emotions one by one. I wrapped my legs around his waist drawing him closer and deeper into me.
“You feel so good.” He gripped the sheets by my head, his biceps and forearms flexing with every movement, which I was quickly coming to realize was my own personal Achilles heel. I never knew that forearm veins could be so sexy. With every thrust, he picked up speed, and I tightened my body around him until my orgasm ripped through me.
I cried out his name, and my limbs trembled as I tumbled over the edge.
“Christ. My name on your lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His breathing became ragged as he pulsed into me, sending delicious aftershocks coursing through my muscles that were already gooey and dreamy like melted caramel. His hands glided over my skin, and his thrusts came faster and harder until he finally let go, his body shuddering around me.
I kissed his shoulder as he sagged against me, and we laid there breathless for a moment, our bodies entwined.
“That was…” he trailed off as he looked into my eyes, seemingly at a loss for words.
Perfect? Fucking amazing? I haven’t felt like that since…Of course, I didn’t say any of that out loud. I couldn’t tell Cash that I was falling in love with him. Not yet. Instead, I nodded and said, “Yeah. It was.”
Just then I heard a yelp coming from the side of the bed, followed by a sharp bark. Together, we peered over the edge of the bed to see Bradley Cooper looking up at us, his tail wagging furiously. He let out another yip, his front paws giving an excited little bounce.
“Bradley Cooper,” I exclaimed. “You furry little pervert. How long have you been standing there?”
