Page 32 of Small Town Firsts

"It was a good night indeed, Myla Rose," I murmur just before I press my lips to hers.

Her lips are soft,so damn soft, even more so than I remember. I nip at her bottom lip, causing her lips to part. I use that small opening to deepen the kiss, and Myla Rose digs her nails into the base of my neck.

Slipping my hand from her waist and down over the curve of her hip, I hike her dress up and settle it on the smooth bare skin just under her ass, pulling her closer—closer—closer. Trailing my fingertips across her cheek and through her hair, I tug on it just a little, just like I’d imagined doing at the start of our night.

Damn, she likes that. It's like I flipped a switch. She's no longer kissing me—she’s devouring me.

I hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The front door is the only thing keeping us upright. I press my hips into hers, showing her just how much I want her before pulling her hair again. She throws her head back, hitting it on the door with a loud thump.

That breaks the spell.She lowers her legs and untangles herself from me, and I step back, unsure of what comes next. Is she going to ask me in or send me on my way?

"Do . . . do you want to come in?" She looks up at me expectantly.

"Lead the way, darlin'," I rasp out—because really, is there any other response?

She slides her key into the lock, and I follow her inside. "Do you want some coffee or tea?"

"No, I just want you." I settle myself into the same over-stuffed loveseat as before.

"Well, I need a drink of water—be right back."

While she's gone, I check my phone. A text from Jake and a few work emails, nothing that can't wait until later. I set my phone, keys, and wallet on the coffee table and wait for Myla Rose to return.

She approaches me hesitantly, as if she's now the one who's unsure of what comes next. I reach out and take her hands into mine and pull her closer so that she's standing between my legs.

"Don't be nervous, darlin'. I just wanna spend time with you, and I'm damn sure okay with it being on your terms." Just like that, she's relaxed and at ease.

I pull her closer still, causing her to tumble down onto my lap. I take full advantage of our new position and kiss my way up her neck before whispering in her ear, "This okay, darlin'?"

She squirms around on my lap a bit but nods. I know she can feel just how much I want her, so I press my hips up into hers. She gasps, and I shift her around so that she's straddling me before kissing my way back down her neck, peppering little open-mouth kisses along her collarbone.

Her breaths are shallow as she guides me back up to her lips. She traces my lips with her tongue, and I drag my hands up from her hips, caressing the outer swell of her breasts. Before long, our hands are exploring, and she's rocking against me as we’re once again lost in each other.

Slowly, I break our kiss. I need to take things slow with Myla Rose. She deserves nothing less than the best. I run my hands through her hair and she drops her forehead to mine.

"You are so damn beautiful," I tell her as she stands from my lap, looking dazed and content.

"Th–thank you, Cash." her cheeks are that sweet rosy hue, and I'm struck hard by the fact that even though she's pregnant, she's so damn innocent. That just solidifies my decision to slow us down—to take my time.

"Anytime, darlin'. You mind if I use your restroom?"

"Not at all. Down the hall, first door on the right."

I stand, adjusting myself as I go, which causes her blush to shift from rosy to red hot.

A splashof cold water to my face, and I'm good to go. Making my way back out to where Myla Rose is waiting for me, I stop dead in my tracks when I see her pacing the room . . . withmyphone in her hands.

"Everything okay?"

"I don't know. Is it?" Her voice is like ice.

I rack my brain, desperately trying to figure out why she's upset with me. "You tell me, darlin'."

"I'm not your damn darlin', so cut the shit. I’ve gotta admit, you’ve got a hell of a good game going, Cash Carson. Long game too, huh?"

Another text rolls in and she drops my phone to the coffee table like it burned her. "I'm honestly not following. You’ve gotta help me out here."

"Why'd you take me out, Cash?" I walk over to her, slowly, not wanting to upset her even more.

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