Page 121 of Never Left You

I kissed his scar, feeling his skin twitch under my lips. He fell backwards on the bed, his back hit with a thump, his hands still laced in my hair. I could take him right here, having him completely naked in front of me, but I crawled over him, my tongue and lips teasing as the shock went straight through my body. We had all night, but like I told him—I craved him.

I kissed up his abdomen, searching out all the other scars he mentioned. How had I missed them last night? Each scar I found received a kiss before working my way to his lips, claiming him.The heat pooled as I felt his cock touch my most sensitive area, a gasp left my lungs.

“You want me.” He stated, not a question. “I can feel it.”

“Yes.” I whispered, kissing him hard, making him know exactly how much I wanted him.

“Abs.” He moved, one swift solid motion bringing me to my back. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

“Show me,” I begged, my hand tickling down his chest to his length, finally guiding him to me. “Show me how much.”

With the simple plea, he growled, and his fingers, his tongue, his body showed me exactly how much he felt, how much we craved each other, and how perfectly we fit. How we molded and breathed as we both shook and exploded at the same time. The intimacy that flowed through us only proved that we both felt it, that this was right—and there was nothing between us. No regrets, no walls…just us.

After, when we were both spent, our bodies still shaking, I lay in the crook of his arm, my fingers trailing the lines of his chest. We hadn’t moved from each other, keeping the heat alive between us. He was a gorgeous man. His skin was the perfect tawny color, his eyes deep and endless as he stared into me. He had the most defined jawline, and the small amount of facial hair he had didn’t hide it. He was tired—I could see it in the way he breathed—but his eyes, as they searched me, told me he wanted so much more.

Reaching his hand up, he gently moved my hair from my forehead, kissing my skin.

“Let’s stay here,” I whispered, kissing his chest. “Like this, all night.”

“All. Night.” He reiterated. “We have all night.”

I hummed, scooting even closer to him, my legs tangling up in the sheet even more than they were. “Not just all night, everynight. Every day.” I closed my eyes, feeling the sleep willing to take over.

Cash’s heartbeat picked up, and his fingers trailed down my spine.

“Every day?”

“Mmhmm.” I tilted my chin to look at him, already finding his eyes locked on me. The beating of his heart and his stare reminded me of the topic I still had to bring up. I wanted him every minute of every day, by my side—and even though I was pretty sure I had made my decision when it came to the ranch, I still had no idea if that’s what he wanted. Hartwell Hills was home. I didn’t want to leave it; I just didn’t want to own it. “Okay…” I moved, sitting up in the bed, tugging the sheets with me.

His hand dropped to my leg, his thumb beginning to draw slow sweet circles on my skin. “So much for staying like that all night.”

“Well, I have something to talk to you about.”

His eyebrows raised.

“You know my parents are retiring.”

He nodded.

“And you know they want to give me the majority of their half of the ranch?”

He nodded again.

“Where does that leave us? If I take it?”

“If you take it? I thought it was already decided?”

“I don’t want it. Not the percentage they are offering.”

There. I admitted it out loud. I didn’t want the ranch.

He shifted, raising his arm to place under his head, tilting it just so to give me his full attention. “What’s on the table now?”

“I would have thirty, Rhett fifteen and Wyatt five. Lachlan still has his fifty. That’s not changing.”

“And you don’t want thirty?”

I shook my head. “No.”

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