The sweat and friction unlocked all the worry and stress of the previous few days and released it out of my body with an orgasm so complete that I could barely breathe around it.
His arms slid under me, cupping my shoulders as he slowed the insane thrusts until they were back to pulses. His breathing just as labored as mine until he ground me down into the bed with a growl of his own. I tunneled my fingers through his hair to hold his face against my neck.
His entire weight fell down on me and I gasped out his name.
“Sorry.” He rolled us both until his arms were splayed out across the entire width of the bed, flat on his back.
I curled along his side as my thundering heart finally eased until there was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the whirring ceiling fan above us.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew the daylight was gone and I was alone in his big bed.
I winced when I lifted my head.
It pounded with lack of water and food.
I opened one eye again to find a large water bottle on the bedside table. I rolled over and still had to crawl to get it. I wasn’t sure what kind of bed it was, but it was big enough for five people. I sat up against the headboard and drained the whole damn thing.
Nature called immediately after. I was sticky and sore and decided to give his shower another spin. Ten minutes later Ifelt marginally more human. I stole one of his T-shirts from his stack of clean laundry. The cut off sleeves left half my breasts on display, but I didn’t think that was a bad thing.
I raided the bedside drawer before I padded out of his bedroom and down the hall. His house was incredible. A true testament to his artistry with building. The walls of his hall were a soft dove gray loaded with framed photos and a few movie posters that made me grin. Evidently Cash was a fan of Kurt Russell.
That didn’t surprise me.
The old 80’s movie,Big Trouble in Little China, proudly hung beside a fishing photo of him and Sully.TombstoneandEscape From New Yorkat the end before it opened up into his living room.
The scent of bacon made my mouth water. The television was on low with a sports program filling the football field sized television. Instead of bachelor chic, his living room was a mixture of big couches and throw blankets that were made for naps and snuggling up with a movie or TV show. A pair of bookcases were crammed with books, both paperback and hardcover, on either side of the TV. The whole space was open and I could see right into the kitchen. A laptop sat on the island and Cash was at the stove wearing only a pair of boxers.
Damn, that back was a piece of art. I dropped the condoms on the table that butted up against the back of the largest couch.
I padded into the room and slid my hands along the sides of his waist.
He grinned down at me. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I passed the hell out.”
“Was a long day.” He lifted his arm to curl me against his chest. His eyebrows lifting at my wardrobe. He skimmed a finger down the side of my breast with interest. “We both crashed after we broke the sound barrier with those orgasms.”
I laughed and hid my face in his smooth chest. “No lies detected.”
He chuckled, tucking his fingers into the shirt to cup my breast. “I didn’t have much in the fridge. BLT’s okay with you?”
I hissed out a groan as he tugged lightly on my nipple. “More than.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and moved down to cup my ass. He groaned when he found only skin. “I could get used to this.”
I laughed and filched a piece of bacon from his plate, humming around a bite. “Starving.”
He nipped the last bit from my fingers and slapped my ass. “How about you slice the tomato and I’ll get the rest ready?”
I yelped out a laugh with a nod. We quickly made two sandwiches each, landing on the big couch to scarf them down. Cash went back for another and I curled against him, full and content.
We ended up watchingBig Trouble in Little China, because I hadn’t seen it since I was a kid. His hands wandered down my hip and thigh through the whole thing in a soothing gesture that kept me riled up instead of relaxed.
As the credits rolled, I climbed onto his lap and decided Cash was my dessert. My body was still primed for him and while still a bit sore, I wanted more of him. He grinned up at me as he stretched his arms along the back of the couch.
“Can I help you?”
“I believe so.” I squeezed his thighs until they were tight together, showing off my dessert. I licked my lips and cupped him through the soft cotton. “Do you like ice cream?”
