Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 60978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I managed to say, my voice thick with need. “Take me there.”
Cash didn’t hesitate. He took my hand as he led me back outside and to another warehouse closer to Haven than the Oasis. We entered the building and we entered the elevator. Then the doors closed behind us, sealing us in the small space together. The moment we were alone, he pressed me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine again with fierce possession. My body arched against him instinctively, craving more contact as the elevator ascended.
When the doors opened, Cash pulled back just enough to guide me forward, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist. Cash unlocked the door to his apartment, ushering me inside before closing and locking it behind us. Then Cash’s hands were on me again, spinning me to face him. His eyes had darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide with desire as he studied my face.
“Last chance,” he growled, his thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones. “Tell me to stop.”
“Not on your fucking life. I need this, Cash.”
“Off,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “I need to see you.”
I raised my arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside. He looked his fill at my exposed skin, his hands following the path of his gaze.
He shrugged out of his cut and laid it carefully over the back of a chair before reaching between his shoulder blades and pulling his shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest, covered in intricate tattoos flowing across muscle, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I traced the designs with shaking fingers, following them down to the waistband of his jeans.
“Christ, Eliza,” he breathed as my fingers worked on the button. “You’re killing me.”
His hands weren’t idle, unfastening my bra and sliding the straps down my arms before cupping my breasts with calloused palms. My head fell back against the door, a gasp escaping my lips as his thumbs brushed over sensitive peaks. His mouth descended to replace his hands, teeth grazing before soothing the sting with his tongue.
We stumbled toward the bed, shedding remaining clothing along the way. When the back of my knees hit the mattress, Cash eased me down onto the sheets, his body covering mine in a delicious weight, grounding me in the moment. His muscled arms bracketed my head as he looked down at me, something almost reverent crossing his features before hunger returned full force.
“Do you love him?” The question seemed forced out of Cash. I didn’t have to ask who he meant.
“No. I don’t.” The answer came automatically, but it was the strict truth.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me you want me.”
“I do,” I whispered, reaching up to trace his jaw. “I want you, Cash. Please.”
The plea broke his restraint. His mouth fastened on mine again as he petted and stroked my body with increasingly aggressive touches. I gasped and arched beneath him. I traced the hard planes of his chest and his powerful shoulders and arms. When I grasped his ass, digging my fingers into the rigid muscle, he growled and nipped my neck.
“Not so fast, lil’ Liza.” He grasped my wrists and brought them above my head, pinning them in one large hand. The feeling of the restraint, of being completely at his mercy, sent a shocking thrill through me. Cash seemed to sense my response, his lips curving into a knowing smile against my skin as his free hand moved lower, stroking through my pussy to find me ready and wet for him. I arched against his touch, desperate for more.
“Cash,” I gasped, straining against his hold on my wrists. “Fuck me.”
“So demanding,” he murmured, nipping at my collarbone. But he relented, reaching toward the nightstand for protection, rolling it on before positioning himself between my thighs.
Our eyes locked as he pushed forward, both of us gasping at the sensation. For a moment neither of us moved, adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of connection. Then I rolled my hips experimentally, and something snapped in Cash’s control.
He released my wrists, gripping my hips instead as he established a rhythm that had me clawing at his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin I would later feel guilty about. All that existed was the building pressure and the desperate need for release.
“Harder,” I demanded, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears as I grunted and whimpered in need. “More!”
Cash growled his approval, gripping the headboard with one hand for leverage as he complied, driving us both closer to the edge. His other hand slid between our bodies, his fingers circling precisely where I needed them most. The added sensation was overwhelming, pushing me over the edge with a maddening intensity. A cry exploded from my throat. Cash followed moments later, his body tensing above me as he came with a loud groan before collapsing on top of me.