Page 34 of Long Hard Fall

She had to ask why a guy didn’t want her. Humiliation started a slow burn in her cheeks.

His gaze swept the empty drink cans around them. He dropped his head to whisper in her ear. “Because the next time we have sex, you’re going to remember every second.”

Hot desire replaced embarrassment. She wanted that, too.

So many retorts ran through her head, but she didn’t know what to say.

Finally, she playfully pushed him away. “You should’ve told me earlier. Now we both have to wait.”

Shooting him her most sultry smile, she sauntered up the stairs.

Chapter 10

Cash woke up early to do chores. With a groan, he got out of bed and dressed. Too little sleep. That sexy woman in the next room was messing up his schedule left and right.

He pulled on a hoodie over his shirt. Early October mornings could either be refreshing or cold as fuck depending on what the wind and sun wanted to do.

He went toward the kitchen. His nose twitched.

Toast?

He ambled into the kitchen and stopped. The best ass he’d ever seen was turned toward him as Abbi spread peanut butter and jelly onto some bread.

Were those his boxers?

Yeah, he’d probably stashed some clothes he didn’t wear anymore but hadn’t gotten rid of in the room Mom had used. He was horrible about caring for the house and everything inside. He’d much rather be out doing his chores, working cattle, and riding horse.

Unless this was inside waiting for him. Abbi’s round butt cheeks bunched and flexed as she reached for more toast. When she popped back on her heels, her butt bounced and filled his head with ideas of what she looked like as he took her from behind.

Auburn hair swung from a messy ponytail. She was an ultimate temptress without trying.

As if getting to sleep with a raging erection hadn’t been a hard enough challenge, he had to do chores while his shaft throbbed and cursed him for having too much pride. Who cared how clearly she remembered their time together as long as she was willing?

He cared.

His gut told him she hadn’t been hammered and the sex would’ve been more phenomenal than before. But he’d been blindsided by her nearly complete lack of recall last time. A night that’d rocked his world had left her in the dark.

But today was a new day. He tapped on the doorframe.

She spun with a gasp. “Oh god, you scared me.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

She winced, but covered it with a chuckle. “I must be too used to slamming hotel doors. It’s like the complete silence out here is so loud. It takes some getting used to and I’ll totally need a nap later.” Handing him a plate of toast, her smile almost shy. “We ate so late last night, I wasn’t sure you’d want anything, but I need a little something in my stomach.”

“Oh, good. I thought your reaction the other day was from me.”

Pink colored her cheeks. “I think it had more to do with the greasy food I piled onto the alcohol from the night before.”

He bit into his toast.

“You make my body feel other things.”

He almost choked and she snickered.

He finished his food and dug out a couple glasses for juice. “You remember last night, though?”

Shooting him a meaningful look, she accepted her glass of OJ. “Yes. I didn’t have that much to drink, and I didn’t mix alcohol.”

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