Page 56 of Small Town Firsts

"I really wanna take a shower, and I'm sure y'all want to rinse off as well."

Cash's rain cloud eyes are shining with mischief, and I already know what he's going to say. "Could shower togeth?—"

I quiet him with a finger to his lips. "Text me your address, and I'll head over in a little bit."

He makes this adorableaww, shucksgesture but agrees all the same as he stalks toward me. He backs me right into Bertha and wraps the ends of my salt-dried locks around his fingers, pinning me with a heated look. He lowers his head to mine, his lips hovering.

"Gross! Are you gonna kiss her again?" Preston cries out in disgust.

Cash pulls away begrudgingly. "Guess not, little dude." He ghosts his fingers over my collarbone, sending a shiver through my entire body. "See you soon, darlin'."

I stopby the house for a quick shower and a change of clothes before heading to Cash's. He lives clear across town, but it's stilla short drive. Not even ten minutes later, I'm pulling into his driveway. Perks of small-town living.

His house is a bungalow-style cottage, picket fence and all. Definitely not what I was expecting from someone so . . . masculine. The yard is immaculate, and the exterior of the house is pristine. Even his hydrangea bushes are trimmed perfectly even.

I can't help but smile as I imagine the chipping paint and overgrown grass at my place. We couldn't be any more opposite. But we all know what they say about opposites.

I ring the bell and wait. After a few minutes, I try again. I guess with all the times I've kept him waiting at my door, turnabout is fair play. I push the bell once more before trying the knob.

Unlocked.

"Hello? Cash?" I walk further into the house, and through the dining room picture window, I can see the twins playing in the backyard.

I'm just about to head out through the back door when I hear footsteps padding my way. I twirl around toward the sound, only to be met with the drool-worthy sight of Cash, freshly showered, still dripping wet, with only a towel around his waist.

He glances in my direction and widens his stance. "Hey there, darlin'."

The smile he aims my way, combined with the knowledge that he's naked under that towel, is panty-melting. My mind plummets straight to the gutter, picturing him naked with that towel on the floor.Yes, please.

"H–hey, the door, it was open. I mean, I rang the bell, but?—"

"No worries. You come right on in,anytime. Consider it our very own open-door policy."

The way he saysopen-door policysounds so illicit and dirty. Like he's talking about much more than his actual door. Hiswords are thick and warm like maple syrup, and they send a shiver down my damn spine.

Well, little does he know, two can play that game. I take two steps forward, getting close enough that I can feel the warmth of his bare chest. "Anytime, Cash?"

"God. Yes." He pulls me into him, closing the gap between us. With my head against his chest, it's a perfect fit, like two pieces of a puzzle. I brazenly press my lips to his skin, just above his heart. "I mean it, darlin'. Anytime."

He steps back from me, angling his body away from mine, and I instantly miss his heat. I see him trying to adjust himself. "You good there, Cash?"

With his hands still on his junk, he turns to face me and slowly moves them away, giving me quite the eyeful of his terry cloth tent. "Not even a little bit. So, Imma go and throw some clothes on before things get out of hand."

My bravery has seemingly run dry, unlike other parts of me that are dripping, and damn it, I can feel the blush I'm rocking. "Yeah, probably for the best."

"Trust me, darlin'—if my nephews weren't out playing in the yard, this story would have a different ending. A happy one, you feel me?" He winks. "Now, go on out back. I'll be there soon."

CHAPTER 30

CASH

Damn her.Damn her and her sweet voice, gorgeous face, and killer body. Damn her for the way she lights me up without even trying. That girl’s something else, and if I have any say in the matter, she'll be mine by the end of this weekend.

I'm done letting my past chain me, and so what if she's pregnant? I've always wanted kids, and this here—it's nothing more than a jump start. I'll love that little boy with my whole heart. Now, I just have to convince her that I'm in this for the long haul.

I know she believed me when I told her she was more than a hookup. I'm just not sure she realizes how true my words were when I told her I wanted her heart.

She's had me on edge all day, from seeing her in that skimpy swimsuit to watching her play with the twins. Shit, even the way she handled herself with grace in front of her douche-canoe ex.

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