Page 45 of Smooth Moves
It didn’t feel as if he’d lessened any, but when he withdrew, she could tell he’d started to soften. “Man, that’s a lot of come,” he said and left her to dispose of it in the bathroom.
She belatedly hoped her brother hadn’t come back because she thought she might have screamed.
Cash returned, rubbing his groin with a hand towel. “Sorry. Thought this would work best and be less obvious it was used.” He shocked her by rubbing the damp cloth between her legs, earning a hiss as the terrycloth rubbed against her clit. He frowned. “You hurt?”
“Sensitive.” She moaned because he moved the towel and kissed her there. “Stop that.”
“Why?” He stroked her with his tongue, tenderly, yet her body knew nothing but that it needed to rev up again.
“Don’t you ever stop?”
He pulled up and grinned. “You want me to?”
“I, ah…” She wasn’t stupid. “Since you’re down there anyway, you might as well finish.”
He chuckled against her folds then set about kissing her into a lather. She hadn’t realized her sex drive had been so empty that in just one night with Cash she’d light up so damn many times. But before she knew it, she crested on the edge of another climax.
She felt him lean up, knew he watched her, and couldn’t help sighing into an almost peaceful release.
Cash kissed her once more and stood, his cock thick, ready. “I’d better go before I forget I only brought one condom. I’m too tired to come again. I think.” He stared down at himself, as if puzzled. “You spice up that dinner with Viagra or something? Damn, girl. You have me hard again.”
She smiled and stretched, tingling from her head to her toes. “Well, if anyone had something magical, it was you. Maybe that extra protein I swallowed tonight was the secret.”
He swore. “Would you stop? I’m afraid it’s gonna fall off from overuse.” He took a step toward her and froze. “No. I get near you, I’ll want to fuck you again.” He glared at her. “The more I think about it, the more I want you. No.”
Seemed like he had to convince himself of that more than her. Knowing he was right, she got up and somehow managed to put her clothes back on while he watched her and did the same.
“Wait for me out there, would you?” she asked as she headed to the bathroom.
He nodded, his stare full of heat and not the distance she’d have expected.
After cleaning up, she joined him in the living room. Fortunately, Rafi hadn’t returned. She had time to recuperate. She found Cash pacing in her living room, looking so handsome and gruff she wanted to drag him back into the bedroom and cuddle for hours.
Cuddling. With Cash Griffith.
Yep, sex had surely made her deluded. “Okay, you have to go.”
He blinked. “Wait. You just had your way with me, and now you’re kicking me out? Damn, Jordan. That’s cold.”
She flushed but saw him grinning. “Stop. My brother will be back soon. I don’t want him to think we did anything.”
“You mean, you don’t want him to know you blew me, swallowed me, then had me return the favor? Or that I came so hard inside you I nearly blacked out into a coma?”
“Yeah, all that,” she said wryly. “I don’t need a recap, genius. I was there.”
“Yes, you were.” He grinned, his smile so bright and infectious she had to laugh with him. “Fine. I’m leaving.” Cash made no move toward the door. “But this, us, isn’t the end.”
“No, it’s not.” Surprised she meant it, she added, “Because I’m not done with you.”
He cocked his head, looked as if he might argue, then nodded. “Fair enough. But at work, we keep it the way it’s been. I can’t handle you getting all possessive and jealous. Would bring morale down, you know.” His fat head seemed to get bigger with each word. And that smirk had to go.
She just watched him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You done?”
“I think so.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, outlining that monster between his legs. Did it ever go down?
“Sounds good to me. Oh, and don’t be all dog-in-the-manger when I go out with Hector this week. We’re doubling with Lafayette and Simon.”
Cash glowered. “You’re fuckingHector?”
