Down to You (The Bad Boys #1)(40)
Author: M. Leighton

I know I’m staring, but I can’t help it. Just the sight of him makes me wet and ready.

A finger beneath my chin tilts my face up. Cash’s expression is serious and sweet, his face devastatingly handsome.

“You worry too much. Can’t you just trust me?”

His eyes are boring holes into mine. I want him so much, but I just don’t know that giving in to him is the smart thing to do.

If only he were more like Nash…

“I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.

He nods in acceptance. “You’ll learn to. I promise.”

And then he kisses me. It’s a slow, deep kiss that carries meaning and emotion, neither of which I know how to interpret.

I pull away to speak, but he puts his finger over my lips. “Shhh, just let me love you, okay? Don’t think. Just feel.”

His sinfully dark eyes are fathomless, but earnest. After several seconds, I nod. He smiles then kisses me again. Tenderly.

With his lips and his tongue, he licks the water from my skin—from my neck, from my ni**les, from my stomach. He kneels between my legs and brings me to the brink of ecstasy twice, stopping both times as if he’s waiting for something.

When I’m nearly ready to explode a third time, he stands and kisses me again, grabbing the tops of my thighs and picking me up to press me against the shower wall. He lowers me onto his shaft, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, mimicking the movements of his body.

We climax together. He swallows my moans, no doubt in deference to my sleeping father. When we’re done, and he’s still buried inside me, he turns with me in his arms and holds me beneath the shower spray. The warm, massaging fingers of the water soothe me. I nearly fall asleep with my head on his shoulder.

Letting me down, Cash turns off the water and grabs the towel I laid out for myself. He dries me from head to toe and then carries me to the next room and puts me to bed, naked.

“Go to sleep,” he says softly. “Don’t think anymore. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And then he’s gone.

And I go to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – Cash

I wake up with a raging hard-on and only one girl on my mind. I can barely see the light of dawn coming through the curtains. I know I shouldn’t wake her, but I’m almost afraid not to. As much as she gets caught up in her own head, it’s hard to tell what mindset she’ll be in when she wakes up.

So I go to her.

I open the door a crack and listen. I can hear her father snoring downstairs, so I slip out of my room and down the hall, silently entering Olivia’s room.

I move quietly. I’m relieved that her breathing remains deep and even. She’s lying on her side, facing away from me. Stripping off my jeans, I peel back the covers just enough to slide beneath them. I ease in beside her and snuggle up close to her back.

In her sleep, she wiggles her butt against me, settling in closer. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise. She’s still naked and the crease of her ass is teasing me.

I reach around and cup one of her perfect br**sts. Even in sleep, her body responds to me, the nipple puckering. I pinch it lightly between my fingertips and she moans a little, pushing her ass into me again. This time, I push back, grinding my hips against hers.

I lean forward and kiss her neck, letting my hand trial down her flat stomach to the little thatch of neatly-trimmed hair covering what I want most. Obligingly, she shifts, parting her legs enough for me to slide a finger between her folds. I rub her slowly, gently, until I feel her hips move with the rhythm of my hand.

Easing a finger inside her, I find that she’s already dripping wet. My body jumps in anticipation, flexing against her back side.

I move my hand down to cup her thigh and bring her leg up onto my top one. It opens her enough that I can guide myself into her from behind. It’s all I can do not to groan loudly when I slip into her tight sheath. I inhale deeply so as not to make any noise. She tips her hips back toward me, giving me an even deeper penetration. I don’t know if it’s intentional or instinctive. I still can’t be sure if she’s awake or not.

Working my fingers back to her moist center, I rub her toward orgasm as I move slowly in and out of her wet heat. When I feel her muscles begin to clench around me, her hand comes up to my hip, gripping me, pulling me tighter against her.

She’s awake.

I hear her breathing pick up and then she gasps. I feel the spasms of her orgasm and hear her panting softly. I hold her firm and steady as I drive into her, harder and harder.

And then an explosion of sensation and I’m coming inside her. Before I even realize it, my teeth are biting into her shoulder. It seems to stir her. She brings her hand up and fists her fingers in my hair, pulling it a little, making me jerk inside her.

Damn, I can’t wait to see what she’s like when she lets go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – Olivia

I can’t stop smiling. Again. Even though doubt niggles at the back of my mind, it’s impossible to think entirely bad thoughts when I’m lying on Cash’s chest, tracing his tattoo.

“What does this mean?” I whisper.

“It’s the Chinese symbol for awesome,” he teases lightly.

I giggle. “If it’s not, which I imagine it isn’t, then it should be.”

“Are you paying me a compliment? I just want to be sure, so I don’t miss it.”

I slap his ribs. “You make it sound like I’m mean and horrible because I don’t throw myself at your feet.”

“You don’t have to throw yourself at my feet. Although if you want to, I’m sure I can think of something for you to do while you’re down there.”

I look up at him and he’s waggling his eyebrows again.

“I’m sure you could.” Shaking my head, I settle back onto his chest and resume tracing the ink shapes. “Seriously, what do they mean?”

Cash is quiet for so long I begin to think he’s not going to answer me. But then he finally speaks.

“It’s a collage of things that remind me of my family.”

I look at each image, not really being able to see any discernible images. I trace the things that look like dark fingers. “And these?”

“They symbolize the fire that took them from me.”

I lean up onto my elbow and look down into his face.

“What do you mean?”

He looks disconcerted for a second before he answers. “Well, my mother was killed in a boating explosion that was intended for my entire family. My father is in prison for her murder. My brother and I are very…separated. In all the ways that matter, that fire took my family. My home. Now, it’s just me.”