He grabbed her hips and flipped her so that she landed on her back, bouncing on the mattress. Heat flooded her, burning for him, and she reached out her arms. “Please!”
Cash fumbled with his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down his legs. The falling cloth revealed more fiery black ink that traveled down his side, over his trim hips, and flamed out on his muscular thigh.
Rox curled up and braced herself on her elbows.
Licks of fire trailed into the hollow of his hipbone and pointed one needle-like tip toward the dark ruff of hair at the base of his erection. His dusky peach cock stood up, pointing back toward his navel and rippled stomach. She reached out her right hand, sitting up and trailing her fingers down his skin and the ink on his side while he stripped his pants off his feet.
He poked his shaking fingers into one of the pockets of his jeans and came out with a condom packet that he ripped open with his teeth. He slapped the condom on.
He grabbed the blankets around her and shoved, pushing her toward the middle of the bed and sliding the comforter with her, and clambered on. The mattress bent under his weight, and he dove onto her, his mouth hot on her neck and his body heavy on her. His cock nudged her thigh. She tried to slither downward so he could push into her, but he pinned her with his hands under her armpits so that she couldn’t move.
“Cash,” she panted. “Come on.”
“Not yet.”
“I’m good. Please. Please, now.”
“Lie back,” he growled.
Cash propped himself up on his arms and kissed her, his mouth slanting across hers. The bandage on his cheek tickled hers. When he moved down to open his mouth and use his tongue on one of her breasts, she wiped the tickle off her face.
She saw him glance up and see her rub her cheek, but he went back to running his tongue over her nipples, curling his tongue around them and sucking until she wasn’t thinking about her face anymore. Rox dug her fingers into his thick hair and arched under him.
He kissed her mouth again and lifted up. “Look at me.”
Rox tried to open her eyes, but she pushed her hips up. “Cash—”
“Look at me.”
Her breath fluttered in her chest, but she managed to get her eyes open. “Please—”
“Look at me,” he said, his voice gruff and low. “Hold onto me.”
She wound her arms around his neck, spreading her hands on his back. Under her right hand, the rough ink of his tattoo felt velvety on her palm.
“Hold onto me,” he said again. He hovered over her, his green eyes dark with passion. “Hold on.”
He moved his hips, bowing his strong back. The tip of him parted her folds, and he slid through her, rubbing his length over her clit.
The sensation shuddered through her, and she arched, closing her eyes.
“Look at me,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers. “Feel me. Look at me.”
She opened her eyes again, trying. His lips were parted, and his emerald eyes looked almost tortured.
He said, “Hold onto me.”
Rox slipped one of her hands around to his cheek, the one without the bandage, and pressed her palm to his skin. Her voice choked in her throat, but she managed to whisper, “I am.”
He blinked a few times but didn’t look away from her, and she could feel him pressing into her, so very slowly.
The moment drew out, held suspended around them, and felt like this was their first time, really. Last time, outside, had been hot and dirty, all right. They had both been starving for each other.
Now, his body fitted into hers, opening her to him. Pressure built as he filled her with himself, breaching her.
This must be why everyone was so bereft after he left them, because this felt like a hell of a lot more than just hot and dirty. The intensity in his green eyes made her shake, but she didn’t let go of him. She held on, resting her palm on his cheek and holding his shoulder with her other hand.
He sank farther inside her until his hips nestled in hers, pressed against her. He was so big, so hard in her that tears wavered in her eyes. Just from the pressure, she told herself, not because this felt like more than sex, more than intimacy.
His wide-open eyes looked like his soul was as open to her as her body was to him.
“Rox,” he whispered, and he started to move in her.
Every stroke rubbed inside her and on her clit, a long slide of increasing ecstasy. He crawled forward over her, bracing himself on his arms above her shoulders and spreading his knees and hers wide to push more deeply into her.
Rox tried to keep her eyes open, she really did. She tried to watch every moment of him because, as she had so often heard, there would not be many moments like this before it was over.
His eyes searched hers, even as they became foggy with passion.