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Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(40)



He carried her through the garage and then stopped and stared at the  closed door to the house. "This works so much better in the movies."

She laughed. "Put me down."

He chased her through the dining room, pretending to try to grab her. She dodged his hands, giggling.

"Come here," he said, reaching out again. His big hand closed on the air beside her.

She ducked and trotted a few feet down the hallway.

He grinned. "At least you're running in the right direction."

They played all the way down his long hallway. He slapped the wall where  she had been just an instant before, and both of them nearly tripped  over the complaining cats. The cats darted around the hallway, somehow  knowing that Arthur and Maxence weren't with them.

Near his own room, Cash feinted and went low, grabbing her around her  waist with his arm and dancing her around until he shoved her back  against a wall. He snagged her wrists and pinned her arms above her  head. "Got you."

"Yeah," she said, breathless. "You do."

His eyes were so bright green that she saw them darken just as he swooped down to kiss her.

In a quick minute, his rough kiss seared through her, and her arms went  limp as he opened his mouth against her lips. She took a breath in  through her mouth, and his tongue stroked hers. Oh, God, she was lost in  him, and he held her unmoving arms with one hand as he reached over and  opened the door to his bedroom.                       
       
           



       

This time, when he scooped her up in his arms, she grabbed his neck and  kept kissing him as he carried her to the bed and dropped her on the  mattress. She bounced, laughing, but even her laugh was airy.

Cash climbed on top of her. The warmth of his body melted through her  clothes as he hovered over her, trapping her between his elbows and  thighs, not that she was the least bit interested in getting away. The  bed sank under their weight. She tightened her arms around his neck,  holding him close while his lips caressed hers and then drifted over her  jaw and down her neck.

Rox kicked her shoes off the edge of the bed, and they thumped on the floor.

The tape holding the bandage on his cheek itched against her neck, but  his hot mouth lipped at her, drawing at her skin over her racing pulse.

He moved one hand down, smoothing his palm over her curves to her waist,  and his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt to touch her.

She gasped at the warmth of his hand on her waist and arched her back,  which drove her throat against his mouth. Cash opened his lips wider,  barely scraping his teeth over the side of her neck.

Rox started pulling at her shirt, trying to get all her clothes off  right that very instant. He held his palm against her ribs and chuckled,  but he wouldn't rise up so she could get them off. His faint cologne  and male scent drifted out of his clothes, and Rox buried her face in  the crook of his shoulder, pressing her lips to his skin.

He went slowly, so slowly, kissing her and then moving on, finally lifting her blouse over her head.

"Ah." He tugged at her pink lace bra strap with his teeth, his breath warming her shoulder. "So beautiful."

"Thanks." Her voice was so breathless that she squeaked. The bra set was new, of course.

He chuckled, his breath feathering her skin.

His hands reached lower, tugging her jeans off of her and revealing the  matching panties, rose pink silk triangles and lace that stretched  around her hips.

Cash stood up on his knees and trailed his fingers over her skin and the  lace on her sides, breathing hard through parted, smiling lips. "Very  nice."

He pulled her panties down and off her legs.

"You're still dressed," she said.

He grabbed his shirt and undershirt, stripping them off over his head,  and threw them on the floor. The white bandage still clung to his cheek.  His chest was smooth, hairless, and she reached up to run her palms  over his skin, silky smooth. Even the happy trail that had led from his  navel down to underwear a couple days ago was gone.

His bare skin made his tattoos stand out even more abruptly. When her  fingers traced over a tendril of tattooed flame over his ribs, the  texture of the ink under his skin made her catch her breath.

The dark fire of his tattoos clung to his skin, starting in a swirl of  flames around the nipple and flaring over his pec and burly chest. The  ink formed a bird's head that was almost just another sharp tongue of  fire, but it had a peacock's small fan on its head, an open eye, and  crying beak. Black flames of the phoenix's wing shot up and over his  shoulder and spiraled down his muscled arm in a full sleeve. The flames  ran down his rippled side, along his trim waist and the strong vee of  his Adonis belt, and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

Lord, the tattoos, his skin, the rounded and lean muscles roping over  his body. She could just explore him with her fingertips for hours.

When she looked up at him, she knew her eyes were too wide, and her grin pulling at her face had to be absolutely gleeful.

Cash laughed and fell forward, catching himself on his elbows to kiss  her deeply again. His tongue swirled with hers, and his body flexed  above her.

Maybe that thing about having sex in the pitch dark last time had just  been a kink. He didn't seem shy at all right now. Maybe the dark had  just been part of hot and dirty, and this time, she got to explore him.

She hoped that he didn't want to turn off the lights. Rox really wanted  to see what happened to those tattoos that ran down his side and seemed  to trickle past his waistband and belt, and looking at the deep grooves  between his hard abdominal muscles and the swells of his chest and arms  was wonderful.

Cash reared up to stand on his knees again. His hand closed around her shoulder, and he lifted her.

He turned her over, the bedsheets warm on her stomach, and he nipped the  back of her neck with his teeth. His hands were splayed on both sides  of her, and his bare chest rubbed along her back on both sides of her  spine like he was dipping down to bite her.

Did he only do it from behind?

Or only with her because she was-

She refused to think of any word other than curvy right now.

"Do you only do it this way?" she squeaked.

"What way?" He mouthed down her spine to her bra clasp and sat up,  straddling her legs, to unhook it. The elastic released around her ribs.                       
       
           



       

"From behind," she said.

"I like looking at you like this." His hands molded her body, caressing  her down her ribs and waist to her hips, and he cupped her naked ass  with both hands under the swells of it. "And I like your behind a great  deal."

Rox pushed herself up to her elbows and turned to look at him.

A devilish half-smile curved his mouth while he stared at her ass. He  looked up at her from under his eyelashes without lifting his head. "And  then there's how you look back at me over your shoulder with your  lingerie falling off you. That's delicious."

He slid his arm under her waist and dragged her up to press against him,  throwing her bra aside, and he lifted her boobs in his palms. Her plump  boobs overflowed even his large hands. "And I can do this to you."

Rox could not help herself and arched against him, raising her arms above her head and reaching back to him.

Cash smoothed his thumbs over her nipples with lazy strokes that made  her whole body tighten. She gasped and held onto his neck, her eyes  closed.

His low voice whispered near her ear, "And then there's this." He pushed  her down, and she caught herself on her hands and knees. He stepped off  the bed and held her hips, pivoting her butt around.

Rox's eyes flew open. She glanced back at him, about to say something,  and he parted her butt cheeks and smiled another one of those devilish,  naughty grins that bunched up the bandage on his cheek.

If he was going to shove himself into her hard, she wasn't quite ready  yet, and he was a lot bigger than any other guy she'd ever had.

His head dipped.

Wet warmth pressed her clit, a long, slow swipe, and Rox grabbed onto the bedspread to hold on.

"Oh!" Rox felt like she couldn't breathe but she couldn't keep quiet, either.

He wound slow, lazy circles around her clit with the thick, flat part of  his tongue, and then he pushed his mouth against her core, licking her  deeply from her top to her center.

Rox's arms started trembling. Every rub and thrust of his tongue inside  her, licking roughly, shot through her. She rocked forward from his  force but he pulled her back with his hands around her hips and sucked  her clit.

Her arms collapsed and she fell forward, burying her face in the bed. The sheets cooled her cheeks.

As he plundered her with his tongue, her body began to compress, to knot inside.

Rox pushed with her arms, panting, "Cash!"