Page 67 of Resting Beach Face
Pleasure built as I worked my dick, but suddenly Cash snuck into my mind. Not surprising, with the way he was getting under my skin against my better judgment.
The memory of last night blazed to life: Cash arching, face twisted, lips parted in pleasure—and his gaze seeking mine, connecting with me in the most intimate way possible.
I gasped as my orgasm crashed into me, stunned by the realization that Cash Hicks had just made me come.
I rinsed away the mess and got out, drying and dressing in faded blue jeans with grass stains on the knees and an old T-shirt with a Voyager Corp. logo from the bank chain that used to employ me.
It occurred to me halfway through my shave that I should have left the shower untilafterthe sweaty work at The Roost.
I regularly got up and gardened before I showered, so I shouldn’t have automatically showered first. Unless…
I subconsciously wanted to look good for Cash. But that was ridiculous. I wantedlessattention from men, not more. I didn’t put effort into my appearance for anyone.
I wiped away the last of the shaving cream—grimacing at my clean-shaven, groomed appearance. This nonsense had to stop.
By the time I made a pot of coffee, Aunt Millie’s pickup was passing by the window. I poured two mugs and headed out the back door and across the yard.
Cash beat me there, parking and waiting by the path where I’d spent two days weeding, graveling, and putting down landscape barriers and rocks to keep it clear.
His eyes lit up as I extended a cup to him. “Coffee from a gorgeous man in the morning. Does it get any better than that?”
I scoffed. “I’m wearing grass-stained jeans.”
“Mm, and it’s sexy.” Cash leaned in to murmur, “You must spend a lot of time on your knees.”
“It’s from gardening,” I said stiffly.
“Those lucky weeds,” Cash teased.
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I knew he was just teasing, but unlike in the shower when Cash was just in my head—now he was too real.
I lifted my cup for a quick gulp and started up the path. Cash dropped into step beside me.
“It’s just more sanding this morning. I can only stay for a couple of hours, but Gray will be out this afternoon.”
I nodded. “I’ve got to serve breakfast at nine anyway.” I glanced sidelong at him. “You want to join us?”
“I don’t know. Will I make you look bad by entertaining your guests?”
“Without a doubt, but you’ll also make the whole ordeal easier to handle.”
Cash chuckled. “You really aren’t suited to hospitality, are you?”
“I’m really not.”
We got to the door, and I reached for my pocket, only to realize I didn’t have my keys. Cash produced the keyring. “Looking for these?”
“Ah. Yes.”
“You’re very trusting. I could have come in and watched you sleep like a creeper.”
I took the keys and unlocked the door. “You, uh, didn’t though. Right?”
He grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I shook my head. “I think I’ll choose to be blissfully ignorant in this case.”
Cash followed me inside, and the vision of the torn-up walls assaulted me all over again.
