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“You made me that way.”
“I did not.”
“You think you can come in here and rearrange my entire routine without making my head spin? You think I don’t think about you every night when I fist myself in bed? You think my mouth isn’t watering when I have to look at you and that sexy ass every damn day. Do you think it’s normal for me to walk around with wood when I’m supposed to be looking after my damn parents? Because you’re around? This is the only way forward. The only way forward is with us, together.”
Every word is a pinprick to my heart. The transition from nemesis to being begged to stay is something I’m still processing. But when he kisses me like this, the backs of his knuckles stroking my neck in tandem with the movements of his hungry kisses over my mouth, I want to say yes to all of it.
“It’s my last night, Cash,” I say. “Leaving is going to be hard enough as it is. Let’s make the most of the time we have.”
Cash agrees, shooting me a heated look across the table. We finish our dinners, and then Nancy arrives with two paper bags and sets them on our table with our check.
“Oh, we didn’t order anything to carry out,” I say.
Nancy gives a dreamy sigh and says, “I saw the way you two were getting cozy over here. You reminded me of Bud and me. We had our first date right in that booth where you’re sitting. So I decided dessert is on the house,” she says, patting the bag. “And that you two need to go ahead and get a room.”
I blush as Nancy looks over at Cash and winks.
Moments later, we’re speed walking hand in hand up Paradise Lane.
“I wish we would have traveled by car tonight,” Cash grumbles.
“It’s a nice night for a stroll,” I argue, laughing and huffing as I struggle to keep pace with this man.
All of a sudden, he pivots up the narrow drive that leads behind the bait shop. “Where are you going? The cabin is still a quarter mile down the road.”
“My parents’ house. It’s closer.”
And then I remember that Bonnie and Bill have left for Traverse City to meet his new physical therapist, and for Bonnie to have a thyroid test done. They plan to stay the night in a hotel, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. Still, is it weird that we’re about to go and have sex in the house where Bonnie and Bill live? The place where Bill has been in recovery for months.
Weird, wrong, and yet.…and yet, it’s closer.
“My room’s at the back,” he says curtly, tugging me around the side of the house, his impatience growing. Cash kisses and gropes me on the step as he fumbles with the door to the enclosed back porch. We stumble inside and continue kissing and groping in earnest, and I’m suddenly grateful nobody locks their doors on Paradise Lane because if I had to watch him search for a key and do all of that, I might start howling.
The motion light outside illuminates the scene as I tug at his flannel, shoving it off his shoulders even as my passion burns so hot I stick my tongue down his throat. He plucks off his tee shirt and tosses it along with the flannel to the floor.
As he works open the button and zipper of his jeans, I stand back and look at him for one tiny second, taking in all that skin. I’ve seen it before when we went swimming together. But this feels different. The look on his face has an intensity to it. This is urgent and not as innocent as the other night. Tonight, we will be fucking each other up.
His fly falls open to reveal that Cash is naked under his jeans.
I have no words, only need and anticipation.
With his jeans undone and hanging off the angle of his ass, I close in and take him in my hands as I lavish his chest with my lips and tongue, teasing his nipples. His cock is rigid and it throbs in my grip. My pussy grows freakishly wet when Cash sucks in a breath.
“Caroline,” he rumbles as he fists my hair and pulls me away.
I know that look. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” I breathe, my chest heaving almost as much as his.
Cash crashes his mouth to mine in a surging, powerful kiss and hauls me down to the rattan porch sofa.
Now? Here? On the porch?
I almost take a moment to question this decision, but Cash is all over me, hitching up my sundress around my waist. He groans when he cups my pussy, discovering I’m not wearing any underwear, either.
“Fuck me,” he growls, and I don’t know if it’s a curse or a command. Cash’s hand between my legs is firm and takes what it wants, opening my slit and rubbing my aching clit with the meat of his palm, stretching my entrance to prepare me for what’s next.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, rolling my hips upward to immediately accept what he wants to give me.
He slips the tip in at the urging of my hips, and slides home. I inhale sharply, reveling in the sting, the stretch, and the sudden fullness.
