Page 46 of Long Hard Fall

Her sex quaked at the deep hunger in his voice. She did that. This wasn’t a one-way street where he held all the power. She drove him just as crazy as he made her.

“The way you clench around me, like you can’t get enough.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Drives a man crazy.”

She was almost at the precipice, almost ready to bowl over as he stroked her center, but then he wedged a thumb between them and circled her clit. He’d barely made it one complete round before she broke apart.

“Oh— Yes, Cash!” She rode him harder from this angle, her needy sex trying to get as much of him as possible.

“That’s it, honey, fall apart in my arms.”

She cried out his name again and squeezed her eyes shut. She saw stars behind her lids, heard him yelling his orgasm, shuddering inside of her.

Perfect.

Could this get any better?

Yes. Because she remembered a third condom.

He gently twisted them to the side. His shaft slid out and they lay together, letting their breathing even out. He floated his fingers down her arm and over her torso, teasing around her breasts and hips. They were both satiated, but he didn’t seem to want to stop touching her. Her belly warmed and she snuggled into him.

“Your skin is so soft.” His kissed her nape.

“Your body is so hot—in many ways.”

Hot breath tickled over her skin. “Glad you think so.”

“Me and half the county probably,” she joked. “No one can deny how good you look.”

“I like that you like it, though.”

She blinked at his honest tone, like he didn’t care what anyone thought of him but her.

This guy could be hard to walk away from. Lying in his arms, she had a hard time remembering why she should go back to Green Bay.

And that spurred a flashback. She’d thought the same thing that first night, when they’d lain like this, idly chatting. Even then, going home had seemed a dismal prospect.

But she wasn’t packing her things and settling down in Moore after knowing Cash for a week. It wouldn’t be feasible, and she needed time to consider that momentous of a change.

She patted his hand and rolled out from under him. “I need to go clean up.”

He watched her go, and she wasn’t self-conscious at all that she didn’t wear a strip of clothing. But when she entered the bathroom, he was right behind her. He was holding up a third foil packet. Suddenly, an image bombarded her of watching them in the mirror as he entered her from behind and took her for a third time. She’d gasped and pleaded that he bring her to another climax and he had, but he’d teased and taunted. The edge had been taken off and he’d had all the time in the world to play with her body until she’d been nearly out of her mind.

She couldn’t help her grin as she gripped the counter and wiggled her bottom. “Now this, I remember.”

Chapter 13

Cash’s eyelids opened and he frowned at the ceiling. It was lighter out than when he normally woke. A soft sigh next to him reminded him why he’d slept later than normal.

That third time. She’d been wanton. Issuing demands and making all kinds of noises that would’ve been his undoing if they hadn’t had sex twice before.

Three times in one night was pretty damn admirable, and he’d only been able to do that twice now—both times with Abbi.

Carefully disengaging from her, he got out of bed and dressed in his work clothes. If she was still asleep when he was done with chores, maybe he’d make her breakfast.

He walked out to the kitchen and frowned at a vibrating noise. He scanned the room and found it was coming from her bag. Were her parents trying to get ahold of her? Should he wake her up and let her know she’d missed a call?

He shrugged it off; he’d tell her when she woke up.

The morning was quiet compared to yesterday, when he’d had fun, sexy company for his chores. She’d had such a good time, genuinely excited about what he did for a living. She was here for one more week. How would she like to help move cattle? As long as she could stay on a horse, or stand and wave her arms around to keep cattle from veering off, she’d be okay.

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