Page 79 of Captivated

He kisses me like he’s making up for every second we’ve been apart, stroking my cheek with his thumb, gripping my hip with his palm, pressing his erection into my belly, making me hot and wet for him between my legs.

“Fuck, Piper. God, I missed you woman,” he says briefly and then smashes his mouth to mine again.

“Me too. I missed you so much, Cash. I want to tell you everything,” I say desperately between kisses.

“We will talk, but not right now. Right now I need you,” he growls, reaching behind him to unlock the door and then he’s pulling me through it. Once the door is slammed shut, he’s back on me, gripping every inch of my skin that he can find and I let him, his fingers leaving a path of fire everywhere they touch.

My body is hot all over and all I want is to feel him inside of me again.

“This way,” he commands, dragging me by the hand to his bedroom, giving me no time to assess his home. But hey, there will be time for that later.

When we arrive in his room, he rips my sweater over my head as I reach for the buttons on his shirt, popping each one and then pushing it down his shoulders along with his jacket, revealing his toned physique to me that still makes my mind fuzzy.

We reach for each other’s pants at the same time, his fingers dipping inside of my leggings as I release the clasp on his slacks, both of us shimmying out of the fabric along with our underwear before we crash into each other again, our lips moving against one another in a desperation that is unparalleled.

Cash walks us to his bed and lays me down, hovering over me as we scoot up towards the headboard and then he stops.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking here,” he says while staring down into my eyes.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to get here.”

“I missed you so fucking much,” he says as he cradles my head in his hand and then rests his forehead on mine.

“You too. Please, Cash,” I say while pressing my pelvis into his hard length between us. “I need you.”

He plants a kiss on my lips and then trails kisses down my body, swirling his tongue around my nipples, but then stopping when he gets to the scar on my stomach.

“Christ, baby,” he speaks, emotion clouding his voice as he gently presses his lips to the angry red flesh. “God, I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

Tears leak from my eyes now as he stays there, knowing not only how ugly it looks, but the ugliness of what it represents—lies, manipulation, secrets, the possibility of no children, love. My scar will hold all of those things forever until it heals completely, fading away along with the strength of those reminders.

“I’m okay, Cash.” My hands find his hair, stroking his scalp with my nails while he stays there for a moment longer, taking a deep breath before moving down towards my core.

One stroke of his tongue along my slit and I fall—into the feeling of his touch again, into the unknown of our life together, into the bliss of making love to the man I love more than anything in this life.

“Cash,” I mewl as he pleasures me with his tongue, stroking long and hard before sucking my clit between his lips. He takes his time, savoring every second between my legs, bringing me to the precipice slowly, even though the time apart has only made me long for him to the point that I’m seconds away from detonating.

And then I do.

“Oh, God!” I shout as the orgasm overtakes my body, my hands clinging to his head as he plunges two fingers inside of me, intensifying my release. My pussy clenches and contracts with such brutal force, my entire body freezes from the impact, and then I snap back, my limbs turning to jello, my breathing heavy and deep, my heart pounding with the force of a sledgehammer against my rib cage.

I move to him, sitting up and pulling him towards my head, finding his lips and tasting my arousal on his tongue.

“I need you,” I say, bringing his cock to my entrance and pushing against him.

“What about a condom?” His eyes search mine as I shake my head.

“I want to feel you, Cash. Nothing else between us, ever again.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growls and then presses into me slowly as his thickness stretches me and fills me up. And I’m complete again. As long as Cash is the man that makes love to me for the rest of my life, I am whole.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to say this in the heat of the moment,” he whispers heavily, thrusting deep inside and moving in and out of me in smooth strokes, the feel of him bare almost too much to handle. “But I fucking love you, Piper. God, I love you…”

“I love you too, Cash… so much,” I cry, tears streaming down my face again as I feel a drop of his own emotion hit my cheek. This strong and confident man is crying while he makes love to me, and I can’t focus on anything else than the feeling of being with him again.

“Keep saying it, baby.”

“I love you.”

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