Page 109 of Resting Beach Face
“I need you to be really clear here,” he said, body tight and coiled. “I don’t want to misunderstand.”
He was so cautious about my boundaries, and it had allowed us to get here. But I didn’t want him tiptoeing around on eggshells for the rest of our lives. I wanted to know when he wanted more intimacy.
If I said no, he’d listen. But other times, times like now, I could say yes.
I cupped his face and looked into his eyes. “I want you to take what you want tonight.”
He wet his lips, still hesitating. “You want it too?”
“Yes.”
The second the word left my lips, he was on me, fingers spearing into my hair, mouth latching onto mine. My back hit the wall next to the door with a thud, and I gasped as Cash’s dick—so hard already—ground against my hip.
This wasn’t like the other times we’d had sex, where Cash had let me lead and followed my cues. He’d been almost submissive in those moments, accepting whatever I gave him.
Now he wastaking.
The force of his passion was impressive. Consuming. Just shy of being too overwhelming. But it was exactly the right amount tonight, because it shut down my brain.
I sank into the sensations.
His teeth nibbling gently at my bottom lip. His tongue following with teasing kitten licks. I opened up, inviting him in with a groan, and he thrust his tongue in, bold now that I’d given him what he wanted.
He broke the deepest, filthiest kiss I’d ever had to gasp out, “Still good?”
Was I? I felt stripped bare even though I still wore my clothes. A little shaky, but in a good way. Asking me for words now was asking too much, but I managed a nod of assent.
His lips curled up, eyes hot on me as he murmured, “This is going to be fun.”
I shivered at the dark, sensual tone to his voice. Damn. Cash unleashed was something to behold.
He moved his lips to my throat as he worked the buttons on my shirt. “I want to fuck you tonight. Is that?—”
“Yes,” I gasped, body clenching at the thought of someone inside me after so much time.
“Fucking hell,” he growled, yanking my shirt open with enough force to send a few buttons pinging to the floor. “I want you so much.”
“Take me, Cash,” I managed. “I’m yours.”
Everything moved fast then. He shoved my shirt over my shoulders, and I reached for his. Cash danced away from my fumbling hands. “This is Skylar’s shirt. Brooks will kill me if we yank all the buttons off this one, too.”
I laughed, reaching for my belt instead. Together, we undid buttons, pushed aside fabric, and finally came back together, naked. I was surprised at how comfortable I was. Too often, sex stressed me out. I ended up in my head the whole time, worrying about my partner’s expectations of me, worrying I wasn’t giving him the responses he wanted, worrying he’d get fed up and move on.
Everything with Cash was different.
I knew instinctively I could stop us in our tracks, and he wouldn’t get angry or resentful. That knowledge allowed me to relax and enjoy our closeness.
I didn’t fool myself. Cash hadn’t magically changed my sexuality. I would always be some flavor of ace. But he’d given me the space to enjoy our intimacy when it happened.
He kissed me, his hands coasting along my flanks, slipping down to squeeze my ass. “Want to take this to the bed?”
My stomach flip-flopped at the thought of what was to come. “Yeah, just…go slow. It’s been a while.”
Cash met my gaze, his smile slow and sweet. “Anything you want.”
He meant it. I kissed the sweet words from his lips, took them into my heart, and reveled in how damn lucky I was that Cash had kept trying even when I pushed him away.
We made our way to the bed, and when we were finally beside it, I shoved him down on the mattress. He bounced once,long legs hanging over the edge, cock swaying with the motion. His body was pale, his hair a contrast where it lightly fuzzed his chest and formed a trail down his abs to the thatch at the base of his cock.
