Page 31 of Solitary Man

She reached out, her fingers curling around my forearm. “No…Cash, look at me.”

I did as she asked, looking into her pretty brown eyes.

“I’m a little sore…”

I groaned, sucking in a ragged breath, and had to look away as my stomach rebelled.

“Cash,” Riley said more forcefully. “Look at me.”

I forced myself to turn back to her as she leaned closer, as much as she could while strapped into her seat.

“I’m a little sore because I haven’t had sex in a long time. I have a husband who is big…everywhere, and you fucked me hard.”

My fingers gripped the control wheel tighter, and I shook my head. I couldn’t even bear to hear it. “I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I won’t…I won’t ever do that again. I won’t…”

“I loved it, Cash. Loved it. I love the way you took me hard, and I loved the way you let go of that control of yours.”

My gaze sliced back to her. “What?”

“And I love that I can still feel you inside me, even now. Every time I move I’m reminded of the way you took me.”

“You liked that?” I rasped.

“My nipples are still tender from the way you sucked them, and my skin is oversensitive from the way your beard and those wide, rough-skinned hands of yours moved over my body. No one has ever made me feel the way you did. No one has ever taken me the way you did. And every time I move, I get hotter, more desperate for my husband to ease the ache that’s been building again since I woke this morning.”

My cock was hard in an instant. “I thought…”

“I know what you thought, Cash. But what you need to know is what you gave me last night is exactly what I’ve been craving for so long. You said while you were moving inside me that we were made for each other. I think you might be right about that because I’ve never experienced anything so wonderful in my life.”

I sat there stunned silent, trying to focus on her words while all the blood in my brain drained to my cock. “You liked it?” I said again, like a damned idiot.

She giggled, free and sweet, her face flushed, and I almost came.

A smile curled her lips. “Hurry up and get us somewhere that you can kiss it and make it better, already.”

I dragged in a sharp breath. “I’m gonna need you to stop talking now.”

She batted her lashes at me. “Hey, what did I do?”

Now all I could think about was her pussy under my tongue. “You know what you did.”

Her gaze dipped to my hard-on, and I growled.

She bit her lips together, trying not to smile. “Okay, change of subject? Would that help?”

I grunted, but inside I was so happy, I was close to pounding my chest and roaring with pleasure.

“Favorite color?” she asked.

I frowned.

“Stop with the frowning and answer my questions.”

Now I had to bite back a smile. “Green.”

“Mine’s red. Favorite food?”

“Meat.”