Page 19 of Smooth Moves
Quietly, and just to screw with him, she said, “Maybe I was married and my husband cheated on me. Maybe he took my kids away from me. Maybe he wasn’t the man I thought he was.”
Cash looked suddenly angry. “Are you kidding me?”
Fascinated that his moods vacillated from happy to angry in the span of a heartbeat, she kicked back and put her hands behind her head. “Yes, I am kidding you. As if I’d let some asshole steal my kids…when I have any.” She huffed. “And just maybe, jackass, I don’t want to get married. This is why you should never assume.”
He paused, started to say something, then broke out in laughter. He laughed so hard he cried, and she couldn’t help grinning with him.
“Fuck. No wonder I like you so much. You’re worse than I am when it comes to getting under somebody’s skin.”
“Thanks a lot.” Not exactly flattered, she stood to clear their plates then started to run the water.
Cash suddenly stood behind her in her tiny kitchen. He turned her around, too close for comfort. “Hey, now.” He wiped his eyes, but a hand remained on her shoulder, burning through the cotton of her T-shirt. “I’m kidding. Lighten up, Fleming.”
She looked from his hand on her shoulder up to his darkening eyes.
His gaze changed, the focus no longer on her face but somehow on her mouth. His breathing quickened. So did hers.
“S-so you’ll help me with Rafi, and I’ll help you pack.” Great. Nowshecouldn’t look away fromhismouth. Such firm lips, so full and pretty yet masculine. Weird.
To her consternation, her nipples hardened.
“Yeah, sure,” he agreed absently. Then the sexy jerk rubbed a thick, callused finger over her lips.
She sucked in a breath.
“Shit. Okay, we’re just gonna do this once because I can’t fucking wait another minute wondering.”
She licked her lips, and his eyes narrowed. “Wondering what?” she asked, sounding weak, feeling like a limp noodle under his strong hands.
“What you taste like.” He lowered his face slowly, taking his time and giving her every chance to pull away.
“Damn it, you’re taking too long,” she groused and yanked him down to her.
The first taste of him knocked her world off its axis. He tasted sweet, a mixture of cherries and man and sex combining to send her heart into a race it might not finish.
He groaned and lifted her in his arms, their mouths still melded, the full-body hug turning her on like a drug. He settled her on the counter, his hands clasped on either side of her hips, and angled himself between her legs.
For the life of her she couldn’t think about anything but how well Cash fit there, as if he’d been made just for her. The breadth of him overwhelmed her, and she clung to his shoulders, dizzy and wanting and afraid to fall off one helluva ride.
He moaned her name and deepened the kiss. Starved for oxygen, she pushed at his chest, and he backed away, giving her the space to stare up at him.
She froze at the look of carnal need on his face; she’d never seen such a beautiful man in her life. Then Cash was kissing her again, gripping her hips and twisting her shorts under those big hands.
She wanted more, to feel him closer. But try as she might, tugging at his shoulders, he refused to budge. All that strength and power… She shivered under the onslaught of desire.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and the sly press of his tongue reminded her body of where he’d do even more good. She felt weak and strong and needier than she knew how to handle, aching between her legs with a ferocity that startled her.
Cash ripped his mouth away and stared down at her in shock, panting. “Fuck.You’re a menace.” Then he stormed out of the kitchen.
She landed on the floor with wobbly legs and tried to follow him but made it no farther than the wall in the hallway. After an embarrassing moment, she steadied herself and saw him halfway out the front door before he stopped, realizing he had forgotten his shoes.
“Motherfucker.” He shoved his big feet into them then glared at her. “That’s it. Never again. And stop looking at me like that, or I’ll fuck you right here in your goddamn living room.”
Jordan could only stare at him, not sure what to say to that.Please? No? How many times do you think you’re good for?
Cash swore again then walked right up to her and took her face in his hands. His touch was gentle, so at odds with the fierceness in his gaze. He kissed her, the touch light, wrought with an emotion that made no sense.
This time she pulled back, so confused…and freakin’ on fire to have him. “Wh-what?”
