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Total devastation.
Annihilation.
This man is going to wreck me. He’s going to take everything if I’m not careful, and yet, my mind and body can’t seem to agree on action to take, so I take none at all.
Fire wicks at my core when Cash grinds into me, his hard arousal not to be denied by innocence as he drags it against my core. Heat rushes through my body to pool at my center, spilling into my panties—the thin barrier that stands between our bodies taking what we both want is soaked through, I just know it.
Embarrassment and hesitation burn my flesh as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, and Igive him that moan he’s worked so hard for, unable to deny the intensity of my body’s reaction to him. I’m surrounded by whiskey and sin and cinnamon hearts, on fire.
My body wants him so desperately in this moment, my emptiness is an acute, sharp pain. I’ve never felt desire quite like this. Insistent and demanding and unrelenting.
Oh, my goodness, I can’t—but I want.
He grinds against me again, the slick in my panties helping to open me to the decadent assault of his rough jeans as it slides against my swollen clit. Something akin to electricity jolts through my body and I jerk in his arms, sucking in air that tastes ofhim.
It scorches my lungs—blackens my soul.
This isn’t real, it’s just a deal.
“Cash.”
“Feel me, Wrenlee.” God, he’s going to cut down every wall with my name on his tongue.
My head rolls back as he rolls his hips into mine again, tipping forward to nip my collar bone before he leans back to watch me, flushed and aching and unraveling in his arms.
“Let me touch you.” He’s already moving his hand between us, fingers working to bunch the material of my beer t-shirt. “Want you to come for me.”
My breath hitches, because he doesn’t wait for verbal permission as he dips his big thumb into my panties, sliding the pad straight to the bundle of nervesthat exist to make me crazy for this man. I shudder, bite down a moan that threatens to claw its way free and tighten my legs around his waist as he strokes me, pace quickening until I’m flushed with undeniable arousal.
“So wet,” he murmurs, and I let my head roll back as I answer him with a moan that finally breaks free. “Soft.” I’m not even sure he actually spoke the word, it’s so quiet.
He starts to slide his hand down deeper into my panties, but I catch his wrist. My head tips forward and my eyes connect with his for the first time since he dipped his hand into my panties. “Not inside me. I—it’s too much.”
The dark in his eyes darkens to something far more dangerous than a predator in the night, because although he concedes with a tight nod, I get the sense that he wants inside more than he wants his next breath. I also know from my time with Cash that he’s a man who always, always takes what he wants. Eventually.
His thumb moves back to my clit, and he rolls expertly. His pace quickens and he watches me watch him, eyes spearing deep into mine, surely seeing all the parts of my soul that no man has ever seen before, just as he’s seen my body.
When I can take no more, my eyes flutter closed. Teeth press into my lip as I fight the rollof pleasure that threatens to shatter all the pieces of me into a mess around him.
His other hand lifts to my face, pulling my lip from my teeth with his thumb as he commands roughly, “Eyes, Kitten. I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
My eyes fly open, becauseoh, my God, I’m close.
I’m teetering on the brink of something massive, earth-shattering,soul-destroying.His thumb quickens against me, and the pressure is there, intense, hot, and hard as it crashes through me in rolling wave after rolling wave until I’m weak in his arms.
Breaths come in fast and hard, harsh as I blink up at him. Slowly, he pulls his hand from my panties, and I watch in pure shock as he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks it clean, eyes flaring.
I swear, my breath stalls in my lungs. My heart skips a whole beat.
Did he just—oh, my word.
I have no words.
As though he can’t help himself, he leans in and kisses me hard and hot and deep one final time before he lowers me on shaky feet to the floor. I feel weak and unsteady, but I gather myself enough to bend and retrieve my fallen book before moving on wobbly knees to my bedroom door.
When I’m there, Cash’s voice stops me. It’s roughand husky and thick with desire. “You taste like vanilla cream.”
The words nearly make me orgasm a second time on the spot. Still, I chance a peek at him as I slip inside my room. The man is stone-cold serious and hot as the devil himself standing in the center of the burning pit.
