Page 50 of Seducing the Sheriff
Cash wrapped up his remaining food as he rose. “Listen, I have to get going. But if you can show me where the box is, I’ll take pics of the location, then I’ll bring it back to the office.”
I shot up from the table like I’d been zapped with a cattle prod, knocking over my chair in the process. “No!”
Cash froze, his eyes going wide. “What’s wrong?”
I almost face-planted as I kicked my errant chair out of the way, yanking Cash to me and crushing our mouths together. Cash dropped his paper plate, taco innards splattering across the deck. He responded to the kiss by taking control, trapping me in his embrace, pressing the hard planes of his chest against mine.
I let Cash lead me backward toward the patio door, our lips never parting. My heel caught on the threshold, and I stumbled, breaking the kiss momentarily. He steadied me with strong hands on my waist, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Careful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
Inside, the house was cool and dim compared to the bright heat from the firepit on the deck. Cash’s hands were everywhere—twisting in my hair, skimming down my sides, cupping my face. I couldn't get enough of him. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
“That mattress ready for action?” He chuckled against my lips.
I groaned, my need for him so maddening, “Only one way to find out.”
We moved in a tangle of limbs and half-shed clothing, bumping into the hallway wall, pausing to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against each other’s necks, shoulders, any exposed skin we could find. Cash backed me against the doorframe of the living room, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to trace the curve of my waist.
“Want this off,” he growled, tugging at the hem.
I raised my arms, letting him peel the fabric up and over my head. His eyes darkened as they swept over me, and I shivered under his gaze, feeling both exposed and powerful.
“Your turn,” I whispered, reaching for the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers.
One by one, I unfastened them, revealing more of his tanned skin with each flick of my wrist. When I finally pushed the shirt from his shoulders, I ran my palms up his frame, tracing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
“You have any supplies?” I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to this crucial moment. Not only didn’t I have a real mattress, but I hadn’t been with a guy in so long that protection hadn’t been a concern. “Cuz I’d like to bottom for you.”
The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. “Funny you should mention it. The condoms I picked up on the way over here might be fueling some of that gossip.”
I snorted. “Well then, we better prove them right.”
He grinned. “My thoughts exactly.”
We quickly shed the rest of our clothing, stealing glances at each other as we did. Our first encounter the day before had been fantastic, seeing him naked for the first time, his cock in my mouth. But now, the anticipation of that amazing dick buried deep inside me was making me crazy with need.
Once we were both nude, we were in each other’s arms again, the action so fast, I couldn’t tell who’d made the first move. All that mattered was that we were skin to skin, kissing and grinding as if we’d never get enough.
I broke the connection, almost breathless. “Ready to test this thing?”
Cash’s eyebrows shot up. “The mattress or your ass?”
A laugh burst out of me. “Both, I guess?”
I refused to let go of his hand, so I kicked the covers out of the way, leaving only the sheet and pillows. “It didn’t lose any air after we slept on it all night.” I peered over my shoulder. “But I’m not sure how it’ll hold up with more boisterous activity.”
“Whatever happens, happens.” Cash released my hand, then lowered himself onto the mattress, patting the spot next to him. “I won’t be holding back, so if it breaks, I’ll get you a new one.”
I grunted. “Fuck that. My next purchase is the real deal.”
I joined him on the bed, and we picked up where we left off, my cock firming up in record time. He moved on top of me, leaning on his elbows as he gazed into my eyes. Shadows passed over his features from the one source of light streaming in from the kitchen. We might be in the middle of nowhere, but I still didn’t have blinds or drapes. I wasn’t overly modest, but I wasn’t into putting in a show for the coyotes or a chance visitor.
Cash lowered his lips to mine, and our kisses grew in fervor as we explored each other’s mouths thoroughly.
He suddenly paused. “Sorry, wasn’t thinking.” Cash stretched across me and dragged his discarded jeans closer. “I tucked a condom and a packet of lube in my pocket. I didn’t want to come in guns blazing with a jumbo box of rubbers in a plastic bag.”
I choke-snorted. “Burritos with a side of rubbers.”
