Feeling Hot (13 page)

Cash groaned huskily. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“I got a lot of headaches when I was younger. My mom’s a nurse, so she knew all sorts of tricks to get rid of the pain. She gives the best temple massages,” Jen confessed. “She taught me how to do them.”

When she used her fingertips to stroke the area between his eyebrows and hairline, slowly rubbing his hot skin, he groaned again. “She taught you well. That feels fantastic.”

She made small circles between his brows, gently pressing down, then massaged from his temples to the strong line of his jawbone. With his eyes closed, she was able to admire every inch of his gorgeous face. The sharp jut of his cheekbones. His surprisingly long eyelashes. The tiny scar nicking the corner of his jaw.

She knew he’d fallen asleep when his breathing steadied and his bottom lip dropped out in a sexy pout. She kept massaging, watched the rise and fall of his spectacular chest. His skin felt cooler to the touch, but she only allowed him a twenty-minute catnap before reluctantly waking him up.

“Drink,” she said after she’d coaxed his eyes open.

His answering moan was seriously endearing, but he didn’t resist when she brought the bottle to his lips. He drank greedily, then lolled his head to the side and snuggled into her thigh.

Jen couldn’t fight the rush of heat that sizzled through her. She wore only a tank top and a pair of cotton boxers, and the way Cash’s whiskers scraped against her bare thigh brought goose bumps to her skin. And his head kept rubbing over her mound as he tried to get comfortable again, which made it pretty damn impossible
not
to get turned on.

As she ran her fingers through his hair in soothing strokes, sexual excitement pricked her flesh, making every inch of her burn. Her nipples beaded, pushed into the lacy material of her bra. Her pussy ached, throbbing in tune to the persistent beating of her heart. Lord, she wanted this man.

Frustration seized her insides. Damn her brother for ordering Cash to keep his hands off her.

Her fingers froze in Cash’s hair as a thought dawned on her. Now wait a minute… Carson might have tied Cash’s hands, but he hadn’t tied
hers
.

A devilish smile tickled her lips. Nope, her hands were certainly not tied.

Without giving herself the chance to chicken out, she shuffled and slid down the couch so that she and Cash lay side to side.

Those blue eyes popped open, narrowing when he realized their faces were inches apart. “What are you doing?” he croaked.

“Taking advantage of the loophole.”

And then she lowered her hand to his groin and cupped him over his shorts.

Cash jerked as if he’d been shot. He instantly tried to wiggle away, but she tightened her grip on the cock that quickly swelled beneath her palm.

“Hear me out,” she said in a throaty voice that couldn’t possibly belong to her.

His features grew taut, but she knew it had nothing to do with his headache and everything to do with that darn restraint of his.

“Carson told you to keep your hands off me, but he didn’t say anything about
me
keeping my hands off
you
.” To punctuate, she dragged her palm up and down that hard ridge of arousal.

Cash’s expression creased with torment. “Jen—”

“Let me touch you. I’m going crazy here, Cash. I want you so badly I can hardly breathe. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much.”

Surprise filtered into his gaze. “I want you too,” he said roughly.

With a faint smile, she gripped both his wrists and forced his arms over his head. “Just keep your hands up there, cowboy. That way if my annoying brother asks whether you touched me, you can honestly answer that no, you didn’t.”

When his mouth opened to voice another objection, she shut him up the only way she knew how—she kissed him.

And boy, his lips were as addictive as she remembered. She brushed her mouth over his in a fleeting caress, then peppered little kisses on the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw. When she returned to his lips and teased the seam with the tip of her tongue, he made a husky noise and granted her access. She licked her way into his mouth, planting her palms on his chest as she deepened the kiss. When their tongues met, Cash thrust his hips, pushing his erection into her thigh.

Jen’s lungs burned from lack of oxygen as the kiss grew hotter, more desperate. When Cash tried to lower one hand to touch her, she shoved it back up and locked his wrists with her fingers. “No touching,” she said breathlessly.

She glided her other hand down his rock-hard chest, past his rippled abs and under the waistband of his shorts.

Cash groaned.

“How’s your head?” she murmured.

“Still hurts,” he said in a strangled voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”

With a wicked smile, she moved to the foot of the couch and slowly worked his shorts off his hips. Her mouth watered when his cock sprang up to greet her. Lord, the man was hung like a bull. Thick, long, hard. His balls were drawn tight, and the engorged head of his cock bobbed against his navel, leaving a streak of moisture on his abs.

Jen was suddenly hit with a pang of self-consciousness. She might have started this, but truth was, she didn’t have much experience in the oral sex department—giving it
or
getting it. She’d gone down on her boyfriends, Brendan included, but it had always been rushed because they’d been in too much of a hurry to get inside her.

She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and collected her composure, then peered up at Cash, who was watching her with a heavy-lidded look smoldering with heat.

“My technique probably isn’t what you’re used to,” she confessed. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”

His lips quirked. “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I can come from the
thought
of being in your mouth. Trust me, I’ll like whatever you do.”

Warmth traveled down her chest and settled between her legs. When she dropped her gaze and saw a bead of moisture glistening at the tip of that tantalizing erection, she decided to quit hesitating before Cash regained his senses and put a stop to this. So what if she didn’t have experience? She’d just have to do some exploring and figure out how to drive this man wild.

She started by dipping her head and tentatively licking that tempting little drop of moisture.

Cash hissed out a breath.

“You okay?” she teased.

“Uh-huh.”

Emboldened by his reaction to that one teeny lick, she rested her hands on his thighs, teasing the coarse hair and feeling his muscles clench beneath her fingertips. Then she licked him from root to tip, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. His ragged breathing spurred her on. She swept her tongue up the length of his cock, rubbing her lips over the head before licking the fluid seeping from that little slit.

“You done teasing?” he asked hoarsely.

“Not by a long shot,” she said before flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock.

He mumbled a savage curse.

Lord, why hadn’t anyone ever told her how empowering it could be reducing a man to a panting, cursing mess? Fighting a smile, she skated her tongue up and down his shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.

His hips shot up, trying to push his entire length into her mouth. With a slow exhale, she gave him what he wanted, her cheeks hollowing as she brought him deeper, testing how much she could take. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed her throat as he fed his cock to her inch by delicious inch. Though he kept his arms above his head, Cash controlled the encounter with his hips, driving his erection in and out of her mouth with leisurely but steady strokes.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was a cross between a whisper and a groan. “Suck me nice and slow.”

Realizing she’d completely neglected that tight sac bumping against her chin, Jen lowered her hand and cupped his balls, eliciting a hoarse cry from him. His hips retreated and that thick cock slid out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Lick my balls,” he rasped. “Do that teasing thing again.”

Her heart thudded. She licked those heavy globes, which were drawn up and pulsing beneath her tongue. She sucked one in her mouth, then the other, then replaced her tongue with her hand and squeezed him hard.

Cash released a wild groan.

His response to her oral exploration turned her on beyond belief. An ache formed between her legs. Her breathing went shallow. Every inch of her body tingled.

God, she was going to explode.

But not until she made him explode first.

Wrapping her fingers around his impressive girth, she brought his cock back to her mouth, sucking hard as she rolled his balls between the fingers of her other hand. His groans grew more desperate, his body pistoning harder. She swirled her tongue over his head at each upstroke, quickening her pace.

“Fuck,” Cash choked out. “Yeah, like that. Jerk me faster. And suck harder.”

Jen gave him what he wanted, pumping his shaft as she sucked him into oblivion.

“Oh, Jesus. Yeah, that’s it…that’s
it
…
fuck
.”

And then he moaned, disregarded the no-touching rule, and shoved his hands in her hair as his cock throbbed and spasmed in her mouth.

Hot pulses of liquid shot to the back of her throat and she eagerly swallowed each drop, loving the heady, musky taste of him, loving the way he gripped her hair, the way he rocked his hips with complete abandon. When he finally grew still, Jen lifted her head, unable to control the cocky smile that tugged on her lips. Cash’s eyes were closed, his frantic pulse ticking in the hollow of his throat.

“Feel better?” she asked, amused.

To her irritation, his eyes snapped open to reveal not the glaze of post-orgasmic bliss she’d expected, but a look of utter betrayal. “I can’t believe you took advantage of my heatstroke and seduced me.”

She lifted one eyebrow in defiance. “Really? You’re going to play the wounded virgin here?”

He didn’t seem to hear her. “Oh man. If Carson finds out his little sister gave me a blowjob…” Cash made a swift move to yank his shorts up.

Rolling her eyes, Jen intercepted his hand before he could cover himself up. “He won’t find out. Not unless we tell him. And we’re not going to tell him, are we, cowboy?”

“Never,” he confirmed miserably.

“Good.” She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Just like we’re not going to tell him how you fucked his little sister on the couch.”

Those gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “I’m not going—” The words died when she hopped off the couch and whipped her tank top over her head.

A groan left his mouth, heavy with frustration and thick with lust.

“Oh yeah. This is happening, cowboy.” Grinning, Jen wiggled out of her shorts, then climbed on top of him wearing nothing but a skimpy black bra and matching bikini panties. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your days of being a prude are officially over.”

Chapter Six

A prude? Cash couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Here he was, trying to be honorable, trying to be a good friend, and the damn woman accused him of being a
prude
. Would a prude have come in her mouth the way he’d just done?

Christ, he was still kicking himself for that, but once she’d put her hands on him, his resolve had crumpled like a house of cards. He couldn’t remember ever coming that hard. His balls still tingled from that bone-melting climax, and now, with Jen straddling his lap, his dick hardened yet again, eager for another go.

You’ve already dug your grave, man.

Very true. Carson wouldn’t make a distinction between sex and a blowjob. Both would be equally unforgivable in the dude’s eyes.

So why was he still hesitating? He had a sexy woman in his lap, for fuck’s sake. A sexy woman who happened to be in her underwear. A sexy woman whose lips were swollen and moist from sucking him off. And her brother would kill Cash regardless, so why bother putting up a fight? Might as well take what he’d been dying to get his hands on for nearly a week now.

Meeting her challenge, he sat up straighter and leaned his back on the arm of the couch. “Lose the bra,” he ordered.

After the way she’d gone to town on his dick, he half expected an enthusiastic striptease, but what he got was a whole lot of hesitation. Jen’s straight white teeth sank into her bottom lip, her obvious distress digging a groove in her forehead.

He furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth and a shaky breath flew out. “I lied to you, Cash,” she said, looking miserable. “I talk a big game, but truth is, I don’t have much experience with sex. That stuff about my favorite position being missionary? It’s the
only
position I’ve ever tried. I haven’t even…” Embarrassment stained her cheeks pink. “I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. I can get myself off, but the guys I’ve slept with never made me come.”

“Never?” he echoed in surprise.

“Never.” Her cheeks turned redder. “At first I tried telling them what I needed, how to touch me the way I like, but I think they felt insulted. Eventually I started faking it so I wouldn’t hurt their feelings.”