Page 42 of Smooth Moves
Fed up with her for being so damn cute and too much to resist, he left the sink with soapy hands and dared approach her.
She narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t even think about getting me wet.”
He paused. She blinked then turned a wonderful shade of pink.
His smile grew. “Aw, are you saying you’re already wet for me? Don’t need any help to get there?”
She glared. “You wish.” Her gaze trailed down to his fly, and she swallowed audibly, not helping the situation. “You, um—”
“Yep. I’m rock-hard for you, sugar plum.” Cash was only human. A guy could only take so much. “You know, I haven’t had my dessert. I think I’m due.” He pounced.
She stopped him with hands on his shoulders.
They stared at each other, and he saw the same hunger he felt in her deep-brown gaze.
“This means you’re going to eat me. For dessert, right?”
He hadn’t realized how much he’d be affected by frank words. But he should have realized Jordan wouldn’t mess around. “Yep. Gonna lick you until you come.” Just thinking about it hurt because he felt ready to split his pants.
“Oh, ah, okay.” She licked her lips, and he groaned. “But what about sex?”
“What about it?” he asked, his voice deep, obviously aroused.
“Are we going to have it?”
“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “For some stupid reason, I brought a condom with me.”
Her surprise turned into a naughty grin. “Oh. Interesting.” The damn woman licked her lips again. “So it’ll be safe sex.”
“Safe for you, maybe. I’m about to explode,” he confessed. “I’m clean, huge, and ready to fuck. I want you. Any more questions? Is this a damn debate club, or can we get busy?”
She frowned. “You don’t have to get testy about it.” Then she grinned and stared between his legs. “Testy. Get it? Like, your testes? Should I spell that for you so you get the joke?”
“You’re a brat needing a good fuck, I think.”
“Don’t brats need spankings?” She yelped when he lifted her up and over his shoulder in one smooth move, holding her in a fireman’s carry.
He’d smacked her ass twice by the time he’d made his way into her bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, should her brother for some reason return earlier than he thought the kid might.
Cash saw a room filled with shades of blue and lavender but held off on the inspection. Not now, when he had a warm, willing woman to plunder.
Feeling decidedly piratical, he tossed her onto her bed and followed her down.
She huffed, but before she could say anything, he pinned her to the mattress, conscious of how much larger, and harder, he was. “You sure about this? I need to know.” He couldn’t help grinding against her when she shifted, her legs spread and cradling him in the best way.
“We do this, it’s not weird after. I mean it.” At his fervent nod, she dragged his head down to her. “About time. Now inspire me, Cash. Because I’m feeling a little less than empowered right now.”
He groaned and kissed her, and his world settled on nothing but Jordan Fleming. She smelled like some kind of flower. Her skin smooth, her lips like the best-crafted beer, rich and full and so damn tasty.
She moaned into his mouth, and he squeezed her breast, not sure when he’d put his hand there. He had to touch skin and quickly moved under her shirt then palmed her, reveling in the taut nipple under the silk of her bra. He pinched her, and she shot up off the bed into him.
He pulled back to see her dark gaze cloudy, her lips ripe and red, swollen from his kiss.
“Now. In me,” she demanded and pushed him up to give her some space.
He stared in awe as she shimmied out of her T-shirt and bra then waited, impatient.
“I haven’t got all day, you know.”
