Page 66 of Tasting Fire
Her demand only encouraged him to tighten his grip and haul her closer to his chest. His very bare, very ripped chest. “Letting someone carry your load sometimes isn’t a sign of weakness.”
Ignoring the underlying meaning of his words, she nipped him on the shoulder. “Did you just insinuate that I’m a load?”
As if he was a professional onDancing with the Stars,he transitioned her from a cradle hold to a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. “I’m about to put your smart mouth to work.” He had one arm banded around her thighs and he used his other hand to anchor her by the ass. Inside her pajama shorts.
Inside her panties.
The feel of his rough palm against her butt cheek did more to relocate the blood from Emmy’s head than her upside down position did. It all arrowed its way to settle between her thighs.
Slick and hot.
She grabbed onto Cash’s hips as he strode toward the bedroom. This close to her mouth, his perfect ass was too much to resist. So she bit him. Put a little edge into it.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips bucking. “Remember, I warned you.”
In the bedroom, he dipped his shoulder and rolled her onto the bed. Her breath came fast and hard even though she hadn’t been the one carrying another person.
Cash, however, stood beside the bed and gazed down at her without a hitch in his breathing. “Take off your clothes. I’m so damn tired of all the things between us.”
Emmy’s hands were unsteady as she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted the hem of her shirt to bare her breasts. And if the memory of her unsteady hands on Jesse earlier tried to invade, she drove it away. She concentrated on hooking her thumbs into her sleep shorts and panties and shimmying them down her legs.
The bedroom was mostly dark, but the glow from the Main Street streetlights seeped in around the shades. Just enough to see the color in Cash’s cheeks as he surveyed her body.
It was toned and strong, and she was proud of the tool she’d made of it. Rather than cover herself like some women might in such a vulnerable state, Emmy arched her back and opened her legs.
Cash’s hand came to the front of his boxer briefs, and he absently stroked what appeared to be a blue ribbon erection. Emmy wanted it in her mouth. Wanted to suck and lick him until he lost his mind.
He yanked down his boxers and stepped out of them.
Blue ribbon might’ve been a miscalculation. “Is there a level above first place?” she asked him.
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to pin a better-than-first-place ribbon on your penis.”
“Seriously?” He laughed. “How about hanging a medal instead? Because a pin in my dick wouldn’t exactly feel like I’d won a prize. But this…” He knelt and hooked her behind the thighs to pull her to the edge of the bed and push apart her legs. “…this is an excellent reward.”
The first touch of his tongue against her was like the shock from a lightning strike—body-shredding, breath-stealing, brain-stunning. “Oh. Ooooh…”
Cash’s skill as he destroyed her with his mouth was anything but casual and laidback. He teased and tormented her with an intensity that loosened Emmy’s knees and fogged her brain.
More, more, more.
This was what she needed. Oblivion.
With each lick, he brought her closer to the edge until she was clutching at his hair and tilting closer to his mouth. “Please,” she panted.
He gently scraped his teeth over her clit, and Emmy bowed off the bed with the extraordinary sensation. Just a little more and she would—
He backed off, taking his mouth away, and she whimpered. Actually let out a forlorn sound of loss and need. But it was quickly superseded by a gasp of surprise when he thrust two fingers inside her.
She tried to move against them, ride them to completion, but Cash clamped a hand on her hip and did some kind of Kama Sutra finger twist that sent her Flying. Falling. Screaming.
God, she was everything he remembered. More. This was what maturing from a girl to a woman did. It had made Emmy sexier, less inhibited, more demanding.
His dick was big fan. In fact, it wanted to reacquaint itself with the hot soft spot between her legs.
Instead, with her taste and scent swamping him, Cash rested his cheek against her thigh and tried not to have a heart attack. He laughed softly.
