Page 70 of When I Had You

Cash grins, toeing his shoes off and pushing his jeans and the rest of his clothing off before lying on the bed on propped elbows to watch me. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I’m not nervous, though I’m beyond my skill set. The art of seduction isn’t something I’ve been inspired to master until now. I climb on and straddle his legs. “I want to please you.”

Reaching forward, he runs the tips of his fingers under my jaw, landing on my chin. Holding me there, he says, “You already do.”

His words are intoxicating, but the look in his eyes mesmerizes me. I’ve never felt craved before, but it’s potent in its effect. I bend over, taking his erection in hand and licking the tip without foreplay. Cash groans and falls flat on his back. The heat of his touch scorches the shoulders of my skin, feeling heady from the sensation.

Using my hand to cover the base of his erection, I go down, knowing I can’t cover the length of him with only my mouth. His cock is as epic as he is, making it so tempting to mount him and chase my own needs.

But when I hear his moan of hedonistic pleasure that I brought him, that I elicited, I go as deep as I can, then drag my tongue along the base as I come back up. His fingers weave into the hair on the back of my head, and when he finds a rhythm that matches mine, pleasure builds, and his groans keep coming.

“Keep going,” he says, his voice rough with need. Picking up speed causes him to breathe harder, to squeeze the hair fisted in his hand tighter, and his hips to punctuate his erection into my throat. “Such a good girl.”

I want nothing more than to have him fall apart because of my doing. I bob over his tip, using my tongue to cradle the ridge. I suck and pull and drag my teeth, causing him to lift as if the pleasure is too much.

“Fuck, Marina.” He rips his dick from my mouth and grabs me by the arms, pulling me up his body. “Tell me you’re on birth control. Say it, babe.”

With my hands pressed to his chest, I know the thirst he feels inside needs quenching. My own core throbs as if my heart has sunk lower. I struggle to still, the need too much for me not to rub myself shamelessly against his leg. “Do you need me?” I ask, a reckless game at play between us.

“I need you.” He grabs his erection, stroking. “I need you so much.”

“I’m yours.” I lift enough for him to position himself beneath me. Sitting up with his chest against mine, he holds my hips above him. “I’m all yours, Cash—Ah!” I’m released, and my body slides down his massiveness. There’s no time to acclimate. The burn from stretching around him becomes foreplay as he kisses my lips and swallows my gasp.

He fucks me with reckless abandon, and I lose myself in every thrust that pushes air from my lungs and kiss that revives me each time. Hard. Raw. Carnal. There’s nothing kind about our physical connection, but I can’t stop myself from begging between mercy and more with every push and thrust.

“So good,” I breathe into his ear as I bounce on top of him. The buildup is fast, the coil wound so tight that I won’t be able to stop from unraveling too soon. I dig my nails into his shoulders and wave my surrender flag as my body falls into the abyss. “Ooh . . . Cash . . .”

I’m held so tight that the thread between the two worlds I’m straddling snaps, sending me in both directions, the ache and the satisfaction becoming one. “Ah,” comes in a whispered release before the lights dim.

Three more intense and restless pushes have him falling with me. “Fuck. So good.” And then the peace of darkness comes.

As wrapped up in the moment as we are in each other—arms and legs tangled messes, panting, and racing heartbeats—I can feel his beating strong in his chest, so I lift my head from his shoulder, wanting to see his eyes only to find them on me already.

I run the tips of my finger along the lines of the corners of his eyes and kiss the side of his lips, working my way over until our mouths are together again. “Hi,” I whisper, closing my eyes and savoring every second of this with him. I’m exhausted but ready to conquer the universe. It’s a weird dichotomy.

But when I open my eyes, there’s no question about this overwhelming feeling. The realization steals my breath just like he does.

Kisses are trailed along my shoulder and neck until he reaches my lips again. Just shy of kissing them, he says, “I need to leave in twenty minutes.”

“Wait.” That was not the sweet nothing I expected to hear. “What?” I do a double take, fully engaged with my senses again.

Pushing my hair back on one side of my face, he kisses my cheekbone and my temple. “I need to be in New York by nine o’clock.”

Disappointment devastates the night I thought we had ahead of us. “No.” My arms tighten around him, and I hold him as close as I can. “You can’t leave.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “I have to pick up Cullen by nine.”

I lean back and look into his green eyes again. “You flew completely out of your way just to see me for an hour?”

“Yes,” he replies, grinning unapologetically and glancing down at the connection our bodies still hold. “But there were ulterior motives involved.”

I take a deep breath, not able to embrace being upset. How can I when he made me a priority? “That’s quite the distance to travel for a booty call.”

“Worth every hour and mile. The sex is spectacular.” Kissing my other cheek, he says, “Like the woman herself.” Then he looks me straight in the eyes. “You are amazing.”

Beyond the words and compliments, my heart feels most grateful for him. We kiss without caring about the time or the world outside. We kiss deeply, our bodies bonded more than physically. And then we let silence momentarily come between us, enjoying the here and now. But then I spot the time across the room. “We still have fifteen minutes.”

I’m flipped onto my back, and he buries himself deep inside me. Despite the time ticking away, we’re slow and calculated. Our eyes stay fixed, and our hearts fastened. It’s not about hard or slow, or days together or apart. It’s just us, consumed in each other.

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