Page 45 of Captivated

Piper

“Cash… touch me.”

As he slowly stands across the table, both of us remain perfectly still—the only movement measurable is the rise and fall of our chests.

“Fuck, Piper. I feel like I need to catch my breath first… because once I touch you, I’m not going to stop, sweetheart.”

And quickly like the flick of a light switch, I relent to the force, the same one that has been pulling us together since we met. “Then don’t.”

In a blink, Cash strides across the floor, eating up the space with his long legs and crashing into me with the force of a thousand bricks. But these bricks won’t leave bruises—no, they’re going to leave a stamp of every fingertip on my body from his touches and every imprint of his lips on mine.

His hands are in my hair, cradling my head as his tongue dives deep into my mouth. And I’m lost—in every twirl, every lick, every treacherous purse of his lips against mine. He kisses me like it will never be enough. And just when I think he’s done, he dives in for more.

“Bedroom, now,” he growls against my lips, moving his hands to my waist as he walks me backwards towards my room. My body is alive with nerves and excitement, a buzzing that almost makes me feel drunk, although I haven’t had a drop of alcohol. But boy, I know, without a doubt, that I’m drunk and hooked on Cash Williams.

I push open the door with my back as we continue to stumble, holding onto each other as if the other person might run away, like I would even consider that nonsense. There’s no way either of us is going anywhere—a hilarious notion, one that actually makes me laugh out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Cash says as he pulls away and scowls at me, nearly out of breath.

“Nothing. I’m sorry,” I shake it off and then pull him back to me.

“No. Spill. Forgive me, but that last thing I expected at this moment was for you to giggle.”

I sigh heavily, but also so I can draw in a deep breath. “I had this thought that we were holding onto each other so tightly right now, almost like we were afraid that the other person would run away.”

The corner of Cash’s lips tip up. “That is laughable, because I’m not going anywhere, Piper. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for over a month.”

“Really?” I search his eyes, finding nothing but honesty there.

“Without a doubt. Now come here.” We meet again, picking up where we left off in our kiss, devouring each other before Cash’s hands find the bottom of my shirt and slowly start to push it up over my head. As his fingertips graze my skin, I feel the trail of heat burn my flesh, leaving a mark I knew would never truly fade when I let him touch me like this.

“God, you’re fucking perfect, Piper,” he says, studying my torso that’s bare to him except for my black bra. I mentally celebrate the fact that I wore something a little fancier tonight than I would typically wear to work any other day.

Roaming across my skin, Cash’s fingers draw intense lines and patterns as he watches the goosebumps appear in his fingers’ absence. While I watch his eyes move across my body, my heart beats wildly in my chest. I feel like we’re frozen in the moment right now as I wait for him to make the next move.

“Are you sure about this, Piper? I need to hear you say that this is what you want.”

Locking eyes, I nod, holding his icy blue stare with my own. “Yes.”

In the next second, Cash extracts his dark grey shirt from his body, revealing what can only be described as the perfect male specimen to me. A strong muscular chest, bulging arms and broad shoulders, chiseled abs encapsulated in tan skin that I instantly run my fingers across. The man clearly takes care of himself and it shows. And all I can think about is how I can’t wait to feel a man built like this next to me, on top of me, inside of me.

He reaches for my jeans, popping the button and then ripping down the zipper, quickly following with the fabric like he’s in a race—like once I gave him permission to go all the way, he was afraid I would take it back.

But there’s no going back. No, I’m only moving forward—in every aspect of my life.

His strong hands pull the denim from my body as I balance with my palms on his shoulders, so now I’m standing in nothing but my bra and thong.

“Fuck.” He drags his hands across his mouth, almost as if he’s wiping drool from his lips or he’s just so in awe of me standing before him practically naked.

“It’s not fair what you do to me when you look at me like that.”

“Like I want to fuck you? Or worship you? That’s not fair? How about it’s not fair that for the first time in my life, I’m baffled on what to do next? Because normally sex is easy for me. I know what steps to take, where to start and end to make you feel good. But right now, there are so many ideas in my head, I don’t even know where to begin.”

His honesty spikes my pulse and ignites a fire in me. “Then do them all,” I declare as I jump in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist before he walks us to the bed finally, laying us down as he hovers above me. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin with how brazen I’m being, but Cash makes me want to surrender to every fantasy he’s given me.

“Hold on,” he says, rising and then removing his jeans and briefs in one swift movement, fetching a condom from his wallet before standing to his full height again.

And holy shit! Cash’s dick is massive—long, thick, and hard as stone. Granted, I only have one man to compare him to. But I’m positive I’ve never seen or heard of a man as well-endowed as he is.

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