Page 23 of Country Heat

“You’re adorable,” he says, watching me dab the tomato sauce off my chin. He can’t help himself and leans in, giving me a soft tender kiss.

“Tell me the scary part,” I say when I’m done chewing.

“I want more than just a song from you,” he says.

“You want a whole album?” I say, shocked, but excited. It would be the honor of my lifetime to record an album with the great Cash Edwards.

“I wanteverything,” he says with a fierceness in his tone. “I want to wake up with you every morning, Lola. I want the last thing my closing eyes to see is your stunning face every night. I want to be able to call you during the day and talk to you whenever I want. I want to kiss your lips and hold your hand. I want to create with you. Music, kids, a family. I want it all.”

My head is spinning when he finishes, the expression on his face raw and desperate. This man just laid it all out on the line and is waiting for me to answer. He looks tortured as he waits for my reply.

I want to put him out of his misery by saying yes to it all but I’m breathless. I’m speechless. How can this be real?

I take a deep breath and look him dead in the eyes. “I want that too, Cash.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

His shoulders drop as all of the tension is released from his body. He exhales long and hard, relief blooming on his face. “Thank the lord.”

I place my pizza back into the box, wipe my hands on the napkin, and then slide into his lap.

He drops his pizza as well, and then wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

“Watch what we do together,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “Our music, our family… The world hasn’t seen anything yet. We’re going to be great.”

“Iconic,” I whisper on his mouth.

He grins. “Iconic.”

I kiss him and it feels so…right.

Like the perfect song playing at the perfect time when the world suddenly feels magical and surreal. That’s how it feels with Cash.

I shift on his lap as I deepen the kiss, whimpering when I feel his long hard erection pressing against my thigh. He makes the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard when I add some pressure to it, and I know what I want to do.

I want topleasehim. I want to suck his big dick.

He groans as I slide off him, dropping onto the floor.

His lustful eyes darken as he watches me grab his belt and pull it open. I lick my lips—heart pounding—as I slowly pull down his zipper and slide my hand into his jeans.

Holy hell…

He’s big.Sobig.

He lets out a deep sexy groan as I wrap my hand around his thick meaty shaft and pull it out.

“Oh,” I whisper when it pops out in front of my face, thick andhard.

The base is hidden in his jeans and it still looks big enough to dislocate my jaw. It’s massive. It’s stunning. The size of it makes my breath catch. I run my eyes up every throbbing inch of him and take a short raspy breath when I see his head glistening with precum. A drop beads out of the slit, slides down his big round head, and then drops onto my hand.

My skin is tingling with a shivery mix of nerves and anticipation as I hold onto his beautiful dick, not wanting to let go.

“Let me make it easier for you,” he says in a gravelly voice I’ve never heard before. Cash has a deep raspy voice—everyone knows that—but this lust-filled throaty voice is all for me.

I release him as he stands up in front of me and pulls his pants down.

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