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I shouldn’t let him do this without a condom, but for some stupid reason I let him. I want to feel him one last time. I wanteverythingtonight.
Cash falls against my shoulder and bites down, panting. “Two,” he grumbles between breaths as he turns his head and kisses my neck.
“Two?”
“Yes, I’ve made you come twice. I’m thinking we go for six.”
I laugh. “Six? Have you lost your mind?”
He smirks as he removes himself from my embrace. It is only then that I realize I’m still in my lingerie. “You going to take that off now, gorgeous?”
Cash slides into the hot tub, and I groan just imagining how warm and inviting it is. I should really go. We’ve had our fun. Our truce can only last so long, and I am not ready to get bit by Cash again. I want to end this on a high note. “I should probably leave,” I say, standing.
“You promised me the night,” he says evenly, his tone indicating he’ll accept nothing less.
I bite the inside of my mouth uncomfortably. “Cash.”
“Get in the tub, Grace.”
“It’s too hot,” I lie.
Cash picks up the temperature gauge and shows it to me. “It’s ninety degrees, Grace. That’s cooler than your baths.”
Fuck it. He’s right. I promised the night and Iwantthis. I unclasp the back of my bra and slide down my panties before stepping into the tub. As soon as the water hits my skin, I hiss in pleasure. There is nothing I enjoy more than a bath.
Cash holds out his arm to me, and I fall back against him, just like I used to. He wraps his arms around me, and both of his hands move to my breasts. Lazily his thumb traces over my nipple as we sit quietly, staring up into the dark sky.
I lean back my head to look up at him and offer my lips in a kiss, and his hand finds mine as he twines ours together. As he kisses me softly, lazily, as if we have all the time in the world, his hand squeezes mine three times, and my heart breaks.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Cash’s arms stiffen around me and he squeezes me tighter, as if he’s trying to soak in my strength. Lowering his lips to my neck he kisses me softly. “Shhh, we’re not talking about that tonight.”
I sigh. “Right, just sex.” I moan as his fingers move between my legs, and he begins torturing my clit again.
“Is that a problem? Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs between kisses on my neck. His lips are soft, hot, and wet, and alone they could bring me to orgasm.
I raise my hips to meet his fingers and close my eyes as I reply, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I ride out the next wave as he continues to kiss my neck and breathe against my ear. I swear in my heart I can hear him speaking even if the words never materialize. It’s like our souls are having a conversation even though our mouths will never utter the words.
I’m sorry. I love you. You broke my heart. I don’t think I can forgive you. This will never work.
As soon as I start to come again, Cash pushes me forward so that I’m leaning my arms against the wall while he thrusts into me. We move back and forth, the water splashing around us as he moans his pleasure into the night, and I come two more times.
Maybe it’s his magical dick or maybe it’s the knowledge that this is the last time, but every time he gets anywhere near me, I practically combust in pleasure. Cash nips at my ear as he mutters. “Four.”
“I don’t think I can take anymore, Whiskey,” I say honestly.
Cash steps out and grabs a towel, drying himself off and then wrapping it around his waist. Then he grabs another one and holds it out for me. “I have faith in you,” he says with a smile.
When he bends down and lifts me into his arms, cradling me and carrying me back into his apartment, I giggle against his chest. He doesn’t put me down until we are standing in my favorite room in the entire city of Boston—his bathroom. He turns on the shower and watches me as I look around the room.
“Never thought I’d be back here,” I admit, the air feeling heavy around us.
Cash leans down and takes my lips again. It seems that we really aren’t going to talk tonight. That’s just fine. We aren’t going to solve anything by talking. Fucking it is.
He pushes me under the rain shower, and the warm water washes away any of my anxiety. But when he grabs the shampoo and begins to lather my hair, I pull back.
Thatis too much. Too personal.Too us.
