In her sleep, she wiggles her butt against me, settling in closer. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise. She’s still naked and the crease of her ass is teasing me.
I reach around and cup one of her perfect breasts. Even in sleep, her body responds to me, the nipple puckering. I pinch it lightly between my fingertips and she moans a little, pushing her ass into me again. This time, I push back, grinding my hips against hers.
I lean forward and kiss her neck, letting my hand trial down her flat stomach to the little thatch of neatly-trimmed hair covering what I want most. Obligingly, she shifts, parting her legs enough for me to slide a finger between her folds. I rub her slowly, gently, until I feel her hips move with the rhythm of my hand.
Easing a finger inside her, I find that she’s already dripping wet. My body jumps in anticipation, flexing against her back side.
I move my hand down to cup her thigh and bring her leg up onto my top one. It opens her enough that I can guide myself into her from behind. It’s all I can do not to groan loudly when I slip into her tight sheath. I inhale deeply so as not to make any noise. She tips her hips back toward me, giving me an even deeper penetration. I don’t know if it’s intentional or instinctive. I still can’t be sure if she’s awake or not.
Working my fingers back to her moist center, I rub her toward orgasm as I move slowly in and out of her wet heat. When I feel her muscles begin to clench around me, her hand comes up to my hip, gripping me, pulling me tighter against her.
She’s awake.
I hear her breathing pick up and then she gasps. I feel the spasms of her orgasm and hear her panting softly. I hold her firm and steady as I drive into her, harder and harder.
And then an explosion of sensation and I’m coming inside her. Before I even realize it, my teeth are biting into her shoulder. It seems to stir her. She brings her hand up and fists her fingers in my hair, pulling it a little, making me jerk inside her.
Damn, I can’t wait to see what she’s like when she lets go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN- Olivia
I can’t stop smiling. Again. Even though doubt niggles at the back of my mind, it’s impossible to think entirely bad thoughts when I’m lying on Cash’s chest, tracing his tattoo.
“What does this mean?” I whisper.
“It’s the Chinese symbol for awesome,” he teases lightly.
I giggle. “If it’s not, which I imagine it isn’t, then it should be.”
“Are you paying me a compliment? I just want to be sure, so I don’t miss it.”
I slap his ribs. “You make it sound like I’m mean and horrible because I don’t throw myself at your feet.”
“You don’t have to throw yourself at my feet. Although if you want to, I’m sure I can think of something for you to do while you’re down there.”
I look up at him and he’s waggling his eyebrows again.
“I’m sure you could.” Shaking my head, I settle back onto his chest and resume tracing the ink shapes. “Seriously, what do they mean?”
Cash is quiet for so long I begin to think he’s not going to answer me. But then he finally speaks.
“It’s a collage of things that remind me of my family.”
I look at each image, not really being able to see any discernible images. I trace the things that look like dark fingers. “And these?”
“They symbolize the fire that took them from me.”
I lean up onto my elbow and look down into his face.
“What do you mean?”
He looks disconcerted for a second before he answers. “Well, my mother was killed in a boating explosion that was intended for my entire family. My father is in prison for her murder. My brother and I are very...separated. In all the ways that matter, that fire took my family. My home. Now, it’s just me.”
I think back to Nash telling me about his father being in prison for murder. We never got to talk more about it, so I didn’t know his mother was dead and his father was to blame.
I want to know more, of course. I have a thousand questions, but I don’t want to push.
“Do you…feel like talking about it?”
His smile is polite and sad. “Not really. If you don’t mind. I hate to ruin a day that has started out this perfectly.” His grin widens when he reaches down to cup my butt. I feel him getting hard against my belly where I’m half lying on him.
I grin, too. “Well, you’re just gonna have to cool your jets. My dad will be up soon and I may not have mentioned that he’s a crack shot with a pistol.”
“In that case, how about breakfast instead?”
I giggle. “Wise choice, braveheart.”