Page 82 of One Reckless Moment

He pushed his hoodie up my torso, then I raised my hands so he could peel it over my head. When he took in my tiny pajama set, his jaw went slack. I was wearing a silky white set with lace trim that was so thin it was practically sheer.

“This is what you chose to sleep in when I’m not home?”

I leaned on my elbows and smirked. “Lottie got it for me for the bachelorette.”

“Remind me to thank your sister,” he said as his palms ran down my sides.

I giggled as he explored my body, nipping my skin and peeling my shorts down.

Cash pushed my legs apart as he settled between them. His eyes flicked up as I waited for him to put his mouth exactly where I wanted it.

“This is my favorite fucking view,” he said, dropping his face between my legs.

I let out a cry as he sucked my clit between his lips. I collapsed to the bed and gripped the sheets in my fists as Cash lapped at my pussy like a man starved. He sank two fingers in me, causing my back to arch off the bed. With a palm to my stomach to keep me still, he flicked his tongue faster, and hooked his fingers in a way that had pressure building.

“Fuck,” I cried out as my orgasm built.

Cash chuckled against my skin. The man knew what he did to my body and had no shame in the game. He reached up and pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb. That was all I needed for my orgasm to crash over me. My jaw dropped on a silent scream as my body convulsed against his face.

Once I slumped against the bed, Cash crawled back up my body. He hovered over me, his hands on either side of my face. There was a sheen on his lips as he ran his tongue along them with a hum.

My god.

“I can definitely sleep now,” I said as he dipped his head to kiss me.

“Good, baby. That was my plan.”

He collapsed to one side as I sat up and reached for my shorts. I took the opportunity to really take in his room. It was dark, but I could still make out the Pink Floyd poster and Coors neon sign that wasn’t lit.

“You have such a boy room,” I said.

I tugged on my shorts as Cash sat on the edge of the bed.

“What does that even mean?”

“Your walls are white. You have one dresser that is basically empty and like three hanging shirts. A band poster, and beer. All that’s missing is a picture of a swimsuit model, and a single fold-up chair as decor, and you’d be a total cliché.”

Cash looked appalled. “I would never hang up a picture of a swimsuit model. My wife is smokin’, I’ll just hang one of you,” he snarked back, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap.

I grabbed his chin and pulled his dopey smile toward me. “If you hang a picture of my ass on these walls, I’ll kill you well before Walker ever could.”

Cash huffed but smirked. “You know I’d never let anyone else see those pictures but me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I sighed before kissing him softly.

Cash pulled up his duvet and I slipped under it before cuddling up to his chest. Being in his room—in his bed—still felt a little surreal.

“What are you thinking about?” Cash whispered into the dark, like he could read my over thinking mind.

“I never thought I’d be in here.”

“You’ve been in here before,” he said, his hand running up and down my back.

“Well, yeah. Years ago. But not like this. Not in your bed.”

“Not half naked?” he asked as his chest shook.

I playfully slapped him. “Definitely not.”