Page 103 of Smooth Moves
They lay together, spent but not done. Jordan and her man. It had been the most intense experience of her life.
Still inside her, Cash had to lean up to stare down at her and wiped tears from her cheeks.
“Was I crying?” Surprised but too sated to care, she saw him nod. “Oh. I don’t think I can move. I don’t think I can think.”
He grinned, his beauty as much from his joy as his dark good looks. She just stared at him, not sure how this man could be hers.
“What are you thinking now?” He toyed with her hair. He started to withdraw from her then surged deeper, their connection so much more than physical.
They both sighed.
Jordan loved him. Cash Griffith, a man who gave his everything to those who mattered. And miracle of miracles, she mattered to him. Yet he could be skittish. She had to be smart about how she interacted with him. Twice she’d tried to tell him how she felt, but he’d shut her down. Why?
“What am I thinking?” she asked, trying to figure him out.
“Yeah.” He stared down at her, as if looking into her soul.
So she told him the truth. Rather, she told himatruth she knew he could handle. “Cash…”
“Yeah?”
“I think we left the ice cream out.”
* * *
Cash stared down at the woman he’d confessed to loving, seeing in her a future he could only pray he’d have a shot at keeping. Then her words sank in.
“Shit.Not the cookies ’n’ cream!” He dashed out of the bedroom and found the mushy container by the fridge. He stuffed it in the freezer and returned to find Jordan in the shower.
Hmm. Shower sex. Okay.
Despite having bared his heart, he wasn’t as out of sorts as he’d expected he might be. Though the fallout from Mariah’s deception had gutted him, Cash had done his best to put her in the past. His few Marine buddies hadn’t liked her much. And Reid had never cared for her. She’d ended up being a user and a liar.
Jordan was nothing like her. Smart and funny, she held her ground. She had integrity, and she was loyal to those she loved. More importantly, his friends all liked her, as did Reid. So maybe he hadn’t chosen wrongly this time around. Chosen? More like he’d been lucky enough to find a woman like her to put up with him.
She pulled back the curtain when he opened the bathroom door. “Well? Get in here.”
He stepped in the tub and let her move him out of the spray so he wouldn’t block her from the warm water. The spray jetted over her dark hair and clung to her golden skin, making her shine.
“Oh yeah. I do love you wet.”
She grinned. “Blowing you made me really wet.”
“Well, it made me really hard, so I guess we’re even.”
“Maybe.” She stood there, her hair slicked back, a golden mermaid…with a side of teeth. “Cash, I—”
“No. I don’t want to hear it. Not yet.”
“But I—”
“No. Think about it, Jordan. Don’t feel you have to say it back. And don’t feel pressured about anything.”
“But—”
“The love stuff slipped out. Pretend I didn’t say it, okay?”
She gave him a puzzled look. “Pretend?”
