Page 76 of Garrison's Creed

Cash palmed her stomach, and his hands locked to her hips. Nic rocked, the rhythm swaying her breasts. He loved fucking her, filling her, and he loved those beautiful tits. Cash honed in on the peaked nipples reaching for him. He took the swollen weight of her breasts and clutched his fingers into natural plumpness. She groaned, leaning into his palms. His fingers tightened and massaged. Every time his thumbs swiped her pink pebbled tips, her bottom lip shook, and her jaw hung until he stopped.

Sweet girl, hot damn.He wanted this woman for himself. Heart pangs rippled through his chest. No one else should’ve ever had the chance to see this view. When her head tilted back, the cowboy hat finally fell off. She didn’t even notice, completely in the midst of losing control. The best thing he’d ever seen.

She rose up on her knees, dropping onto him. The tickle of her fingertips dusted over his sweat dampened chest. Burning breaths pushed in and out of his lungs. His body more than reacted for her. It dive-bombed into Lake Ecstasy.

There were no words right now. If he had to say something, he’d ruin it all. Rough and coarse as the wall-to-couch screw-fest was, something surreal was happening, something more than he understood. His insides glittered like sparks against a black night sky, his mind shattering in rapture. The only thing he knew was their release was mission critical. It had to happen. She deserved it. He’d die without it.

Nicola sucked her bottom lip. Cash’s body jackknifed in a blissed-out frenzy. Liquid fire coated his cock. Perfect pouty lips swelled from his kisses. And she rode him. Hard.

He gripped her hips tighter, sliding her faster. She came again, forceful and blazing, and locked chocolate eyes on him. They stole his breath. Hell, it didn’t matter. She’d stolen his heart. Whatever the fuck had happened years ago, it wasn’t important. Whatever fucking excuse she had for disappearing, he couldn’t remember.

She was his.

And she fucked like she knew it.

Again, Nicola’s climax started. He could feel it grow around him, surrounding his shaft, and her face was painted in what almost looked like pain. Her reddened lips opened, short gasps escaping as they clawed toward their zenith.

“Cash!” Nicola’s head rolled back. His name bounced off the walls, echoing around them. Her pussy ground into him as a convulsion blew through her and began the unstoppable quake in him. He grabbed her waist, all his muscles corded. Everything sizzled. Hot streams of his release flowed into her. Silky muscles gripped and relaxed again and again.

His mind stilled, and all he could do was feel the sparks moving from pecs to glutes. From his boots on his feet to his fingers digging into her sides.

This was a Nicola supernova. Her brilliant burst of energy, the beautiful illumination of her face, would stay branded in his memory. A deep mouthful of air later, Nic collapsed onto his chest. Her pink-flushed cheek pressed against him. The air smelled like lavender and sex. Of satisfied woman.

Cash wrapped his arm her, holding her in place, never letting her go. His chest still heaved, but fuck it, he didn’t care. The roar of her gasps slowed. Nicola caught her breath quietly against his lips.

Seconds. Minutes. Who the hell knew how much time passed? Their bodies needed to be held. Their minds needed rest.

Late afternoon light had shifted deeper though the windows since they’d walked inside. She shifted under his arms. Her finger traced a path on his bicep.

He whispered, “Sweet girl?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re in charge of all normal activities from here on out.” Cash stroked her hair, trailing his hand through it, then caressing her shoulder.

She laughed softly against his chest, and it felt damn good. “No kidding. You were going to make me watchPawn Starsor something. Don’t lie.”

Maybe.“Stay here tonight.”

“I can’t.”

“Wrong answer.”

“I have to prep before I meet the butler tomorrow afternoon. We fly out to Turkey for a simple drop and dash.”

Cash propped up on an elbow. “What? When’d that come through?”

“Check your messages. I found out on my way out of Sugar’s.”

“You’re not going anywhere with that asshole until Roman and I suit up and—”

“Shut your face, Cash. You’re ruining my post-orgasmic glow.”

Shut my face?Most women clamored for the right thing to say to make him stick around after a quickie. Not Nic. And this wasn’t a quickie. He tucked her back against him.

He could handle this. He could. And he could do it without killing people for no reason other than to protect her.

CHAPTER TWENTY

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