Page 43 of Make Me Feel Again

I flutter my eyes open, and Cash stares down at me in awe, his eyes sparkle as his gaze runs over my face. I continue to take deep, sharp breaths, trying to get my breathing under control. Cash’s hand comes up to my face, and his thumb rubs into his cum before shoving it in my mouth. I suck, loving the taste of him.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He yanks his thumb from my mouth, and the next thing I know, he has pulled me up by my arms and his lips land on mine, tracing them with his tongue.

“I want you to taste like me forever,” he says into my mouth.

Chapter thirty-five

Rylee

Hewashedmeafterthe shower, and we curled up on the sofa with wine and watched the sun set from the living room. He fills me with contentment every time I’m with him. The images of the night of the ball have played in my mind whenever I’m alone in the shower or in bed. I touch myself, picturing it’s him, but it never compares to the night he touched me. After that shower, I don’t think those images will ever leave my mind.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror, and now regret everything. Why did I bring this barely there, strappy bikini? Does it make me look desperate? I mean, I guess I am for Cash. Cash is in the kitchen, so I tiptoe through. The fireplace heats the cabin to perfection, but the minute I open the doors, the air will feel like it’s cutting me. I went out and turned on the hot tub ten minutes ago, which I know Cash saw, so I’m confused why he’s messing about in the kitchen.

“Fuck.” His gruff voice breaks through my thoughts, and I glance up at him. His jaw is clenched and the veins in his forearms bulge, with the sleeves of his sweater rolled.

His darkened gaze is like fire, tracking my body, and leaves a burning trail in its wake.

My heart rate increases, and I try to keep my breathing under control.

“I’m going to get in the hot tub,” I say, turning around and walking toward the back door. As I slip sandals on by the door, he groans. The crisp air takes my breath away before I jump down the few stairs and run toward the hot tub. I take deep breaths, trying to calm my body from the shock, but the cold air filling my lungs doesn’t help. As soon as I step in the steaming hot tub, my breathing calms and I let out a sigh. It’s really fucking hot, but as I drop to my knees so my shoulders are covered, my whole body relaxes. I close my eyes, my head rolls back, and my whole body relaxes.

The images Cash painted come to the forefront of my mind as the bubbles caress my skin. I rub my hands up and down my stomach, wishing he was in here with me. My touch will never be enough. I huff and open my eyes, then yelp at Cash standing in a pair of swimming pants staring down at me.

“Is it nice?” My body erupts in goose bumps. He passes me a glass of champagne.

“It would be better if you were in here with me.” I look up at him through my lashes. He gets in and sits down opposite me, arms stretched on either side of him on the edge of the tub, with one hand dangling a flute glass full of champagne. He ogles me like I’m his prey and is working out how to catch me. My breathing accelerates, so I take a gulp of the fizz, and revel in its taste before taking another gulp.

“The view really is stunning,” I say, looking out at the lights from the town in the distance. It’s a picture-perfect moment. I must remember to come out here and take some pictures tomorrow night.

“My view is better.” Our gazes meet before his moves from my eyes to my lips down to my chest. My throat bobs as he brings the glass to his mouth, taking a small slow sip. I wish his lips were touching mine right now instead of the wineglass. His Adam’s apple moves up and down as he swallows. I’m mesmerized by every little move he makes, and I can’t pull my eyes away. My clit throbs, begging for him to touch me.

He places his arm on the side of the tub again.

“Is the temperature okay?”

“Ye-es.” A smirk creeps on one side of his face.

“I want you to do something for me, Rylee.” If he told me to bark, I’d do it. If it meant him touching me, I’d do just about anything right now.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. If I do, I may just cry while begging him.

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” My breathing hitches. Did I hear him right?

My eyes go wide. “You want me to?” I squeak out. Why can’t he?

He nods. “Now.”

I freeze, like I’ve forgotten what to even do with my hands.

“I want to see you touch yourself for me. Your eyes don’t stray from mine.”

I whimper. His words send a signal to my pussy. He smiles, and his gaze burns my skin.

I place the glass to the side of the hot tub and let one hand sink beneath the water. His eyes don’t move from mine. My chest heaves, and my mouth goes dry. I run my fingers along the waistline of my bikini before dipping my hand beneath it. The water gliding against my clit creates a teasing sensation. As soon as my index finger touches my clit, my eyes close.

“Eyes. On. Me,” Cash grits out.

My eyes fly open.

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