Page 86 of The Trophy

He turns suddenly serious, the amusement in his gaze replaced by smoldering heat.

My body responds to that look with a wave of heat that settles straight between my legs.

I’m dying for his kisses, for his touch. “What are you going to do about it?” I provoke him.

He closes the distance between us with two short strides, his big hands pulling me close as his lips find mine.

I melt against him, letting the warmth of his kiss invade my senses.

Cash explores my mouth with barely restrained passion and I don’t hold back. I egg him on with daring lashes of my tongue, my hands feeling up the strong, hard muscles of his chest and abs.

We’re in our bathing suits, so there’s very little to separate us.

His skin is smooth and soft, sheathing the hard, big muscles he spent years honing in the gym and on the ice.

“Baby,” Cash moans, tormenting my bottom lip with his teeth. “You’re so beautiful.”

The way he’s looking at me, makes it impossible for me to say anything and all I can do is kiss him again.

Cash’s fingers go on an exploration of their own, toying with the strings of my bikini top.

He unties it slowly, as if he wanted to give me the chance to tell him to stop.

I don’t want him to stop.

When both the knots that kept my top on are undone, the slightly damp material falls off.

My already hard nipples tighten even more, my skin prickling with the awareness of his gaze on me.

Cash doesn’t immediately touch me, letting his eyes drink me in.

The temperature in the room goes up a notch when he finally touches me.

The slightly rough pads of his fingers play with a smattering of damp sand on the swell of my chest.

His eyes darken with the same lust that is making it hard to breathe, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Cash Hanbury right now.

I bite on my bottom lip to keep from begging, waiting for his next move.

“I think you need to wash this sand off. Let’s go take a shower.”

CHAPTER 17

HOT WATERS

CASH

The dirtiest thoughts are swirling in my head.

I guess it’s only fitting that we take a shower. I grab the backs of her thighs, lifting her up against my body encouraging her to wrap her toned thighs around my waist.

“You know I can walk,” she giggles as I tease the spot behind her ear with light kisses.

“I know you can,” I agree, pushing the bathroom door open with my foot. “But you didn’t know where you were going anyway. I should have given you the tour of the house. I guess we can do that later.”

I immediately miss her skin against mine as I set her back onto her feet while I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature.

“Do you want to take turns or…”

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