Feeling Hot (14 page)

She looked so distraught that Cash experienced a burst of unexpected tenderness. He drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet, feminine scent of her. Lord, he should’ve seen through all her bold flirting and seduction attempts, but she’d gotten him so twisted up in knots of lust that he hadn’t paid attention.

He suddenly wanted to throttle the losers she’d slept with in the past. Why hadn’t they taken the time to bring her pleasure? To discover what made her cry out in passion, what made her moan in desperation, what made her shiver with anticipation?

Whatever reluctance he’d been feeling about this encounter dissipated like a cloud of smoke. No way would he leave this woman wanting. Her inexperience had definitely shone through during that blowjob, but she’d sent him careening over the edge with those exploratory licks and uncertain pumps. She deserved to experience that same kind of mind-blowing pleasure.

“Cash? Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to stop.”

She looked surprised. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m not…you know, an accomplished sexpert? You don’t wish I’m a porn star or something?”

He chuckled. “I don’t want to fuck a porn star, sweetheart. I want to fuck
you
.” When her eyes widened, he suppressed a curse and wished he’d kept his mouth shut. His blunt nature had gotten him into trouble with women in the past. “Ah, sorry. I should probably watch my language.”

“No, don’t,” she blurted out.

He arched a brow.

“I like it,” Jen confessed. “It’s a huge turn-on.” Her lips quirked in a smile. “I don’t know why you think you can’t talk to women. You do a pretty good job of it.”

He traced the curve of her jaw with a lazy finger. “Dirty talk doesn’t count as real talking.”

“Sure it does.”

“Whatever you say.” His fingers moved to her collarbone, drawing circles over her silky skin. “Now why don’t we stop talking so I can get started on the making you feel good part. So…lose the bra.”

Her breath hitched. Then, without a word, she flicked the front clasp of her black bra. The lacy cups popped open, revealing a pair of perky breasts tipped by pale pink nipples. Oh yeah. Cash licked his suddenly dry lips, then cupped those spectacular mounds with his palms and swept his thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden beneath his touch.

He toyed with the rigid buds, studying Jen to gauge her response. Her face was awash with pleasure, her pulse hammering in her throat. Happy with what he saw, he leaned forward and kissed the swell of each breast, then closed his lips over one distended nipple. He sucked gently, flicking his tongue over that velvety soft bud.

Jen’s moan rippled through her body and vibrated against his mouth. He peered up, a satisfied male noise rumbling out of his chest when he glimpsed the sheer rapture on her face.

“You like this?” he murmured before turning his attention to her other nipple.

“Uh-huh.”

He alternated between fleeting licks and deep pulls, kissing and sucking until Jen started making sexy whimpering sounds and grinding her lower body against his in an agitated rhythm. The heat of her pussy scorched his thighs, sent a bolt of lust to his thickening cock.

“I need to touch you,” he said, rubbing his cheek on the underside of her breast.

She choked out a laugh. “You are touching me.”

“It’s not enough. I need to touch…every fucking inch of you.”

With a growl, he flipped her on her back and latched his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly.
 

His hands took on a life of their own, exploring the soft female body sprawled beneath his. He skimmed his fingertips over her flat belly. Stroked the baby-fine skin of her inner thighs. Squeezed her luscious ass. And while his hands played and roamed, he used his mouth to tend to the places his fingers were too impatient to reach, like the graceful arch of her neck, which he nuzzled and kissed. The spot right beneath her ear, which he nipped at with his teeth. The sweet crease between her breasts, which he lapped his tongue over.

Jen shifted restlessly beneath him, her arms coming around his shoulders, her short fingernails gouging into his skin. “I want to come,” she said desperately. “Make me come, Cash.”

His pulse roared in his ears, his cock so stiff he was actually in pain. Breathing hard, he moved off the couch and got on his knees, digging his fingers into her thighs. “Spread for me, sweetheart.”

She spread, and he almost came from the sight of her bare sex. Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her, pink and smooth and glistening with excitement. His mouth went parched. His heart thumped a wild beat in his chest.

He needed to taste her. Now.

With a groan, he parted her legs farther apart and buried his head in that tempting paradise, licking from the top of her sex down to her wet opening. The sweet, tangy taste of her coated his tongue and he lapped her up like a cat, every muscle in his body coiled tight from raw, unadulterated lust. He nibbled on her slick folds, tickling her slit with the tip of his tongue, kissing and sampling but making a pointed effort to avoid the swollen bud begging for his attention.

“Stop teasing,” she squeezed out.

“No,” he muttered.

His tongue danced down to her core again, jabbing inside with sharp strokes. Jen’s hips bucked, a wild cry leaving her mouth.

Fighting a smile, he continued to fuck her with his tongue. His fingers circled both her ankles so he could lift her legs up to his shoulders and bring that pussy closer to his face. Her anxious moans egged him on, heightened his own arousal and summoned a growl of satisfaction.

“Oh, God. Cash. Please.
Please
.”

The throaty begging nearly did him in, but he willed away the impending release and distracted himself by plunging his tongue into her again. When her pleads turned into nonsensical muttering and tortured whimpers, he finally gave her what she wanted.

The second his mouth suctioned around her clit, she orgasmed in a loud, hot rush, thrashing on the sofa and grabbing his head to keep his mouth glued to her sex.

Cash rode out the release with her, licking and sucking until her clit stopped pulsing against his tongue and her body went as limp as a rag doll.

Chuckling, he lifted his head and studied Jen’s face, damn pleased with what he saw. Flushed cheeks, glazed eyes—a woman who’d just been thoroughly satisfied.

His erection demanded that same satisfaction. Staggering to his feet, Cash peeled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the hardwood floor.

When Jen started to sit up, he fixed her with a stern look and said, “Don’t move.”

He darted into the hall, grabbed a condom from the drawer in the bathroom and hightailed it back to the living room like a man possessed. Jen was still sprawled on the couch, her blue eyes dazed, her breasts red and splotchy from his gentle assault. His fingers had even left red marks on her thighs, which would’ve made him feel guilty if not for the way she spread those thighs the second he approached.

She eyed him with unabashed passion. “Get in me. Now.”

“Well, aren’t you bossy.” He taunted her by gripping his condom-covered erection and giving it a lazy stroke, ignoring the deep ache of anticipation in his balls. “Maybe I don’t want to do that yet. Maybe I want to stand here and look at you for a while.”

Her eyes went as wide as saucers as he stroked himself, but she must have seen the need burning on his face, must have heard his labored breathing, because she gave a soft laugh and taunted him right back. “Liar. You’re
dying
to be inside me.”

No point in denying it. “Busted,” he agreed wryly.

And then he launched himself at her and slid his cock into her with one smooth glide.

She gasped.

He cursed.

Jesus, she was as tight as a glove, her inner muscles clamping around his dick as if to trap him there. And he didn’t mind one damn bit.

Sweat beaded on his skin as he began to move. Slow, languid, trying to prolong the pleasure. The sofa dipped under their weight. The air in the living room grew hot, a thick sexual fog that made it difficult to breathe.

Cash placed a palm flat on either side of her, his biceps flexing and straining as he tried to control the pace. A sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. Christ. He wanted to go faster. He wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her, to hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh, to feel the couch cushions bounce as he drove them both over the edge.

“Stop,” Jen burst out.

He froze. Started to pull out, but she dug her fingers into his ass to keep him in place.

“Stop reining it in,” she clarified with a frazzled look in her eyes. “I won’t break, cowboy. So stop with the slow and gentle routine and do what I know you want to do to me.”

He hissed out a breath. “What I want to do is fuck you like a goddamn animal.”

“Good. Great. Now
do
it.”

The last thread of restraint snapped inside him like a rubber band.

No finesse, no controlled movements. All he heard was their ragged breathing, the rhythmic squeaking of the couch springs, the deafening roar of his pulse. He fucked her hard. Deep, steady strokes that soon became shallow and erratic. It didn’t take long before Jen’s body arched beneath his, before she was moaning again, begging for more. Cash angled his hips in order to stimulate her clit with each stroke, and when her pussy spasmed around him and she started to climax, he let himself go. A zing of pleasure set fire to his balls and unleashed an orgasm that shot up his shaft, sizzled his spine, and made him forget his name.

His mind fragmented. Heart stopped. Surroundings faded. The only thing that registered was the agonizing pleasure seizing his body.

When he finally regained the use of his mental and physical faculties, he became aware of something ringing.

“Phone,” he mumbled.

His reaction time was slower than usual, but he managed to stagger off the couch in search of his cell, glancing at Jen over his shoulder. “Sorry, but it could be the—”

“Base,” she finished. “Don’t worry, I know the drill.”

It took him a moment to remember that both her father and brother were military.

Her brother. Oh shit.

Cash quickly pushed all thoughts of Carson from his mind as he headed for the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone. He’d deal with the threat of drowning later.

Fortunately, the call wasn’t from his CO. He almost didn’t pick up when he saw Dylan’s number on the screen, but changed his mind at the last second, answering before the call kicked over to voice mail. “What’s up?” he asked in lieu of greeting.

“Just doing my sponsor-ly duty and checking in to see how you’re holding up,” Dylan said. “Or should I say, how you’re holding
out
.”

Cash’s gaze moved to the couch, where Jen was pulling her black panties up her legs. Her bare breasts swayed as she bent down to search for her bra.

“Let’s just say you’re the worst sponsor ever,” he muttered.

A hoot sounded in his ear. “You caved?
Already?
We saw each other two hours ago.”

It had only been two hours since he’d left the guys? Wow. Apparently he had even less self-control than he’d thought.

His friend’s laughter continued to fill the line.

“Is there anything else you wanted?” Cash asked through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, to remind you we’re having beers on Monday. You know, when my guys beat the shit out of your guys.”

“You mean when
my
guys clean up the field with yours?”

“You wish, bro.” Dylan threw in a few expletive-laced heckles, then said, “So we’re still on for the Monday-nighter?”

“Definitely.”

“Cool. See you then.”

Cash hung up and saw Jen’s quizzical expression. She’d put her tank top and shorts back on, and was in the process of tying her hair into a ponytail. “What was that about?” she asked.

“Football rivalry,” he explained. “Arizona’s playing San Fran on Monday, so Dylan’s coming over to watch my team kick his team’s ass.”

“Dylan? As in your go-to ménage buddy?”

He scowled at her. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s naked.”

Shit. She was right. Ignoring her mocking look, he crossed the room and gathered up his clothes. As he bent over to pick up his shorts from the floor, he heard Jen gasp.

“Holy hell,” she breathed. “That’s hot.”

Cash had to grin. “Didn’t realize my bare ass was gasp-worthy.”

“It’s not. Well, it is. But I was looking at your tattoo.”

He tugged his shorts up to his hips, jumping when he felt Jen’s warm hand on him. There was nothing sexual about the touch—she was tracing the tattoo on his upper back, which spanned from shoulder to shoulder—yet his dick jerked at the contact.

Get yourself together
, he ordered the big guy.

Jen’s finger danced over the bumps of his spine. “What’s the date underneath the eagle?” she asked curiously.

“The day I got my SEAL trident.”