Take Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 3 (6 page)

His cock was thick and long, each thrust tightening a delicious knot in her belly. The way his balls bounced off her clit drove her mad. She needed a bit more of that to fire off.

Clenching her inner walls, she reached between her legs and caught his sac. He thrust deep, waiting, his body hot and hard behind her. Rubbing his balls against her clit, she jerked as little shards of pleasure pulsed through her channel. He groaned something animalistic and left her body. She’d barely cried out when his strong hands forced her to her back.

Then his weight was crushing her into the bed. He slid between her legs, entering her in a swift, long stroke. He kissed her eyes, pumping into her again, this time with more force. His lips moved to her brow, her cheek, her ear, his staggered moans and breaths and dragged out
g’damns
as scintillating as the actual fucking.

As much as she loved the impersonal nature of doggy-style sex, there was something delicious about having his strong arms to grasp, his incredible chest to scratch, and his oh-so-fucking-perfect midsection to trace in their current position.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She did, and he thrust so hard it was almost painful. He stayed buried there, his expression satisfied when she couldn’t hold back a whimper. Never breaking eye contact, he sat back and slid both hands up her thighs, stretching her open a bit farther, his thumbs spreading her for his penetration. Then he pressed deeper.

It was too much and not quite enough at the same time.

“That’s fucking deep,” he rasped. “You are so tight.”

She couldn’t think, let alone respond. Having him watch, his face drawn tight in a mask of pleasure and confidence, strummed every erotic chord she possessed, and she closed her eyes.

“Don’t,” he demanded. “I want you to watch me fuck you. Don’t look away.”

The command in his voice gave her the reason to do exactly as he demanded, what she wanted to do, but hadn’t ever dared… She looked down, exploding in a ball of fire when the light she’d always hated illuminated their joined bodies. He slid out slowly, his cock swollen, covered in her lube. She watched him enter and retreat several times, her body convulsing with the pleasure he expertly built. Watching him fuck her was more erotic than she’d ever expected.

When he pressed deep again, the muscled juncture at the base of his cock rubbed against her clit. She’d barely drawn a startled breath at the contact before he pumped and rubbed a bit harder.

She glanced up to find him watching her with a tight smile. “The light lets me see exactly what you like the most.”

She wasn’t sure what her response should be, but his explanation was as hot as it was distracting.

“Don’t stop watching, darlin’.” He slowed his pace until she looked between them again. “It’s fucking amazing. So hot. All I can think about is how much I want to come.”

Shawna wasn’t sure she could look away even if she wanted to. The more she watched, the more he fucked. Win-win. Sliding her fingers down his midsection, she hooked her index finger around his cock, stroking the rigid length every time he pulled out. The touch was rewarded with a flurry of sharp, deep thrusts that hit so perfect they triggered a flood of dampness. Her walls tightened, every nerve ending coiling in tight spirals. It was beyond good, and she quickly learned that each time she looked away from their connected bodies, he’d slow, waiting… As long as she watched, he kept at the mind-numbing pace.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out and kept her eyes trained on each thrust. It felt… Oh, yeah.

“Right there,” escaped. So did a raspy, “Faster.” She barely recognized it as her own voice.

The reward was full-on, clit-pounding strokes.

Fuck it all, she was going to come.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “You’re getting tighter.”

More deep, fast thrusts from that incredible cock.

She writhed beneath him. Praying for it. So close. “Please.”

He reached between them, ready to give her that extra tweak so many men didn’t bother to offer, but she grasped his hand. She didn’t need the extra rub. Not this time. “I want to come from just your cock. Another first for me if you can pull it off. Just do what you’re doing and I’ll be there. Don’t stop.”

Thankfully, he didn’t.

“Can’t tell you how much I want that, darlin’.”

He followed her responses, played her body according to her reactions, and after a few more striking thrusts that had him reared up and grunting, she exploded around him. Sharp pleasure-pain had her arching off the bed and yes, yes, yesing her thanks to this fucking Adonis who stroked into her even as the orgasm sapped every ounce of her energy.

Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, he came. She was so sensitive she could feel every pulse. He asked if she could feel his cock swelling, if she had any idea what she was doing to him. Then he thrust deep, a guttural groan marking his release.

She’d never given a huge amount of weight to a man’s release. Hell, they’d fuck anything with a hole.

With Cash, the way his cock swelled, the way he held her tight, his body convulsing with his release, she felt a certain satisfaction knowing she’d caused the reaction. With his amazing looks and perfect body, he could have any woman he wanted. The fact that he was buried inside her, and didn’t look ready to move anytime soon, made her feel—special.

When he rolled to his side, she expected the cursory kiss and statement of a great time before the quick cleanup and hastier exodus. As was becoming a habit she liked, Cash broke the mold. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he took a long moment to wipe her clean before removing the condom and wiping himself. Then he rolled the mess together and set it on the floor next to the bed.

“I promise I’ll take care of that later.” He smiled. “Good thing I have a jacket, because you made a mess.”

“I did,” she huffed.

“Ridiculous mess,” he teased before lying back down and tucking her against his sweaty, warm frame. She went willingly. Right now, all she wanted to do was catch her breath.

His frantic heartbeat drummed beneath her ear, the soft rumble of his laughter an odd vibration through her cheek. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“You’re quite possibly the most responsive woman I’ve ever been with, and yet you act so reserved.” He chuckled again. “I can’t imagine what you’d be like if you let go of whatever’s holdin’ ya back.”

His good humor had her smiling. Knowing what he’d made her feel, and what he’d experienced inside her body, was enough for her tired mind to shut down briefly and do just that. “With your skills? If I let go, we’d fuck each other to death.”

His grip on her tightened, and he pressed a warm kiss to her lips. “Sounds like a rodeo way to go out. We’ll have to see what we can do in the next few days.”

He’d rolled them to a comfortable, close-contact position where they were face-to-face, legs intertwined. The fact that his cock was at attention hadn’t escaped her and she glanced down.

He did the same, his body rumbling with his laugh. “Or maybe the next few hours is a more realistic timeline.”

Chapter Eight

Cash cursed his body for not behaving and rolled Shawna to a less invasive position. Not that it mattered. Any way she moved, walked, or talked made him horny. She just had a carnal effect on him he couldn’t quantify. Not that he’d want to. Hell, sex with her was akin to roping the moon. It was hot and mind-blowing, and addictive.

Problem was, he hadn’t been kidding. He’d been waiting a long time to find a woman that would make him want to give up everything just to make her smile. The fact that reserved and closed-off Shawna was that woman was a bite in the britches. Falling for a woman who had no plans that included him? Foolish, at best.

He’d already spent years being the pretty boy, the guy women wanted to be with for bragging rights but didn’t want to stay with. When they did want to stay, they were bat-shit crazy jealous or stalker material. There’d never been a happy medium.

Now, Shawna had lumped him in the one-night-wonder category as well. She’d told him point-blank. He was here for his cock, nothing more. An old passage in his sad story, but one he couldn’t quite get past this time. There was something good happening between them, and she was going to force it away.

She tucked close, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as she yawned. The sexy, satisfied smile and slight blush coloring her cheeks made his cock even harder. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “What are you thinking right now?”

The question sparked a touch of life in her drowsy gaze. “I was thinking it would be rude to fall asleep on you when you haven’t told me anything.”

“Go ahead and sleep.” He shifted closer, pulling her tight against him. “We can talk later.”

“No.” She pressed a light kiss to his chest. “What’s with the need to know the real me?”

Cash took a long, slow breath. How to answer? He didn’t want to scare her off, but he wanted her to understand. “My pa’s a piece of work. I grew up thinking he was a god. Hell, there was a new woman in his bed every other night after Ma died. I don’t have any idea where he is now, but when I was younger, I followed his example like the gospel. I had decent looks.”

“Decent?” she scoffed. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cash.”

“Thanks.” Pulling his hands through her tangled hair, he refused to let her sidetrack him. “But the point is, I had my looks, and I’d watched my pa. I knew how to tell a woman just what she wanted to hear, and I perfected the art. For years. It was almost a competition. Pa would brag about his numbers until I started bypassing them.”

“I don’t think I like your dad very much.” She sat up and crossed her legs, pulling the blanket up to her chin. “That’s not exactly nurturing, as parents go.”

Cash shrugged to ease the sting of thinking back to when Ma died. “I was young when my mother passed. Pa’s way was all I knew. His actions scattered his kids in every direction. His Pa wasn’t much better. I guess that’s where he got it from. Lots of relatives and no one that was close. I was lucky to have Gram. She picked up where he couldn’t be bothered.”

“I wouldn’t want to meet him.” Her face pinched with disgust.

“You never will, if I have my way.” He traced a finger across her forehead, easing the disgusted wrinkles. “Nearly half my exes ended up in his bed. I wouldn’t put you through that gauntlet.”

“Wait. What?” She placed a hand on his chest, her expression horrified. “Your past girlfriends
slept
with your dad?”

“Eight that I know of.” Her incredulity was endearing, making it easier to admit who his pa had been. “Several I ’spect had him while we were dating.”

“Bastard.”

“That ’bout rounds it.” He chuckled and pulled her onto his chest.

“You don’t seem like a prowler now, though.” She straddled his hips and sat up, staring down at him with a confused expression. “You could have had any number of the
StyleU
models. What happened?”

“I got tired.” Thick emotion filled his voice. “I realized I wanted more.”

The fact that she was sitting on his cock was distracting, but he was determined to keep this conversation flowing. If nothing else, opening up might lead her in the same direction.

“Meaning?” she pressed.

“I’ve had more women than I should have. I wasted years thinking a tally of fucks was what made me a man.” Cash chose his words carefully, wanting her to understand where he’d been and what he wanted from life now. One woman he could depend on, a home, maybe a few kids… “But after so many women who only wanted me for bragging rights or a quick way to have a good time, I realized I’d never had anyone solid in my life besides my ma and Gram. I’ve never had a woman I could call mine, or that I could count on to claim me.”

Shawna pressed her cheek to his chest, just over his heart. “How old are you?”

The odd question made him laugh. “Twenty-six. Why?”

“I’m twenty-five, and at our ages, your story is sad to me. You should have been head-over-heels in love at least once. Even if it crushed you. That’s part of growing up. But your guy friends must think you’re crazy for looking for something beyond a whole lot of fucking.”

“Well, when you say fucking, that’s all I can think about,” he half joked. She was shifting against him innocently, but he was having a tough time keeping his cock in check. He smacked her bottom gently. “Stay on topic. We were discussing me.”

She looked down between them. “We can still discuss you, but we’d better get a raincoat on hungry Hank down there, or we’re going to be in a mess neither one of us is prepared for. I’m not on the pill or anything.”

She was right. He wanted her again, and he was going to have her even if he had to find an all-night store with a box of outdated condoms. Before he could respond, she dug into her nightstand and produced one.

Tearing the package and rolling the thin barrier over his cock, she smiled. “We can still talk, but I want a bit more of what you already gave me.”

He was hard as a rock, and he had to bite back a groan when she shimmied her hips in an effort to take him in. “You think I’ll be able to talk while your pussy is around me?”

“I’m counting on no. But until you forget that you want to talk…” She slid down, taking his full length. “So, I get it, I guess. Fucking without any ties must get old after a while.”

Cash gritted his teeth.

“Yeah, it got old,” he managed. “I wasn’t anything more than a notch on a woman’s belt. I walked away from each encounter thinking I was the man. Then, years later, I realized none of them wanted me beyond the fuck.”

“They used you.” Her statement was flat, her gaze soft with understanding and maybe a touch of admiration. “That’s a hard pill to swallow for a guy.”

The fact that she was slowly riding him, her gaze intent, her body wet, as she poked at his most private thoughts, was hard to compartmentalize.

“Yes, and no,” he threw out, trying to focus and failing fast. “It just made me realize that I wanted more. No one wanted to stay with me. No one wanted to build a life with the son of the town gigolo. I got tired of being a fling. I was tired of being a one-night and never being a future. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great, but having someone at your side when you’re old and gray is even better. Call me old-fashioned, but I want a solid in my life. Someone who knows what I’m thinking before I do.”

Shawna stopped midride, her gaze soft as she framed his face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he choked, her pussy tight and hot around him.

“For saying you weren’t in my future.”

She started to pull away, her expression guilty.

“Don’t stop.” Cash grabbed her hips and held her on his cock. One day or a thousand, he’d take what he could get. Shawna was a breed of woman he hadn’t met in a long time. He enjoyed every minute, even when he knew it would end. “If this is all you can give me, I’m game. I want you for more than this, but I’ll take what you offer.”

“You do realize we are a role reversal on the world?”

“Oh, right,” he teased. “You’re supposed to be the one pushing for a future.”

She settled back on him, moaning as she took him deep. Leaning forward, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. “They’re scared, you know.”

“Scared?” He groaned, rational thought evaporating with each downward plunge she made.

“Yeah.” She sighed, kissing and nibbling a path across his chest. “Every woman that sees you wants you. Hell, you’re right out of
Wet-dreams-gone-real Digest
. That would be tough for any woman to live with every day. Imagine her, knowing you’d always be in the path of fuck-me-now temptation… It would be tough for a woman, even a supermodel beauty, to accept. ”

“Would it bother you?”

“I’ve never
thought
of myself as the jealous sort.” She paused. Sitting up, she trailed her fingers down his stomach. “But yeah. I’d have a hard time knowing at any moment, someone else might be the temptation you needed to go elsewhere.”

“You’d have to trust me.” He grabbed her hips and held her down, shifting her over his cock in a slight circular motion. She dropped her head back, her lips parting on a gasp. “You’d have to believe that I’d already seen all the greener grass I needed seein’.”

“Mmmmm.” She nodded. “Someone would have to have a lot of faith in the happily-ever-after lie.”

“But not you?” He rolled her to her back, keeping their bodies connected.

“No,” she answered as he plunged deep. “Relationships just aren’t my thing.”

“Why is that?” Talking this much during sex wasn’t his norm, but it was the first time he felt like he was talking to the real Shawna. If fucking made her mind relax, they’d talk this way every time. “
StyleU
can’t be your end goal. What about after that?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. “Anything beyond anonymity.”

She was driving him crazy. Gone was the closed-off woman he’d spent the better part of two days with. Gone was the shy woman who’d wanted the lights off.

In her place was a hungry, sexual goddess ready to take anything he wanted to give. “You’re hardly anonymous. I’m very aware of you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She sighed. “Ah. Right there. Don’t stop,”

He followed her directive, grasping her hips to hold her ass off the bed. The shift in position tightened her body around him, and he cursed. God love her, she had G-spot sensitivity. “You’re killing me here.”

“You’re holding back for a reason?”

Her siren smile added fuel to the fire. Searching for a touch of control, he slammed into her and held still. “I don’t want to come yet, because while my cock is inside you, you talk.”

“Do I?” She tried to shift back, but he held her still. “Come on, Cash. Don’t play games.”

“No games.” He could see her shutting down. He’d called her out too quickly. Time to change the tide. Pulling out completely, he let her ass drop back to the bed.

She stared at him for a long moment. “What are you doing?”

“Lift your ass,” he ordered.

When she did, he grabbed both pillows and shoved them beneath the small of her back and her hips. Keeping her brain fogged in sex was going to be a test of his will. Having her lifted for the taking, her wet pussy open and waiting… Fuck. Sliding his thumb over her clit, he rubbed slowly, closing the distance so his cock rested against her thigh. “That wasn’t a real answer. What’s your end goal?”

“Tenacious much?” she snapped. “
StyleU
is a step. Who knows what’s next. Write a book. Change a life. Infamy of any kind.”

Keeping his thumb against her clit, he slid his finger inside her, following her channel, searching until he hit a rougher patch of internal skin. When he found it, he crooked his finger. Her shocked gasp made him smile. Tapping the spot carefully to stimulate her slowly, he leaned over and lapped at her nipple. “Tell me.”

She gasped louder, rearing up. “What are you doing?”

He braced his other hand next to her head, meeting her gaze. “Fucking you, like you asked.”

She shifted and wiggled. “It feels strange.”

“Give it a few.” He closed his eyes and prayed for control. Easing the pressure on her clit, he started to rub his thumb, alternating with tapping her internal button. “Relax.”

“Oh. My.” Her eyes rounded. “That is really good.”

“So you don’t want me to stop?”

She shook her head, looking down to watch. “Cash. Oh, that’s amazing.”

Cash stopped rubbing her clit. “Ready to talk more?”

“I just want to come.” She wiggled, but he straightened his finger and held still. “No, no,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

Crooking his finger again, he tapped with a touch more pressure and rubbed her clit. “So you want to run
StyleU
and use the position to do more? Or is the magazine just for the time being?”

“Both,” she breathed, her eyes shut tight. “Either. And I want to travel. And do something—ah.”

Cash chuckled, ready to explode himself, watching, feeling her response. “Do something what?”

“Amazing,” she cried. “All right, you win. I want to be remembered. I want to make a mark on the world so I’m something more than one of a bazillion people.”

That’s what he wanted. Her real emotions. Keeping pace with her admission, he stroked her, giving more pressure as her body swelled.

“I wasn’t always cold,” she added, her eyes teary.

The emotion in her gaze was heartbreaking. She’d been hurt by life. He got that. The fact that she’d opened up even a bit was enough to make him happy. He smiled and pressed a light kiss to her lips. “That’s as real as it gets.”

He read the confusion in her eyes, but he’d save explanation and questions for later. For now, she needed a reward. Sliding down her body, he kept his finger deep in her pussy, gliding over her G-spot as he took her clit between his lips. Sucking and licking, he waited for her to come.

“Cash, wait,” she cried. “I think I have to pee.”

“No.” He sat up a bit, meeting her gaze. “It’s the stimulation. I swear if you let go, you’ll like it.”

“I can’t.” She started to sit up.

Cash pressed her back onto the bed. “Trust me on this. If this is all we have, the least you can do is trust me here, in bed. It’s a natural reaction, it feels like you have to pee, but you won’t. I swear. Don’t shut down on me. You’ll come hard, and female ejaculation is as rare as it is hot.”