Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Cece
That was probably one of the most vulnerable sentences I’ve ever uttered. But I want this. He could push me away and tell me we’re still taking it slow. He could tell me he doesn’t think I’m ready. I’m putting myself out there for him, hoping he grabs my hand and takes this step with me.
And he does.
When his mouth crashes to mine, the force nearly topples me over, but Cash bands his arm around my back.
This kiss is so much more. The one in the alleyway was fueled by intense emotion that I still haven’t processed. The one moments ago was a question of sorts, me testing the waters a bit. This one, though? It’s filled with the promise of more. And I really want more right now.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as I break the kiss and trail my lips over the skin of his neck. “That feels so good.”
When my hands travel to the bottom of his T-shirt, I slip them under the fabric and run my palms up his toned stomach, which I’ve only had the pleasure of seeing once.
“I remember walking into this bathroom a few weeks ago and seeing you without your shirt for the first time,” I whisper against his throat. “I’ve never had that kind of reaction to a man before.”
“Oh yeah?” he moans as my tongue plays inside the little divot at the base of his throat. “What reaction was that?”
“It was like this ache exploded inside me. I wanted to reach out and touch you,” I tell him as I do just that.
“I wish you would have,” he says.
I shake my head and look into his lust-filled eyes. “No. It wouldn’t have been the right time. This, though? This is the right time.”
“I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”
Cash lifts his hands, cupping my face as he takes my mouth in another wild, passion-fueled kiss.
I have no idea what to do or how to do this.
In a lot of ways, this is a first for me.
So I react with what feels natural. I press further into him, and his hands slide down my body to my hips before they come around to the front of my jeans and grip my upper thighs.
His thumb brushes over my front seam, and that light touch has the muscles in my stomach tightening.
“If anything is too much, tell me right away. We can go at your pace, sweetheart.”
I nod, biting my lip, and he lifts one hand to my mouth, pulling the abused flesh from between my teeth.
“I want to kiss you here,” he says, his thumb still gently rubbing me through my jeans. “Is that okay?”
“I’ve never had someone do that,” I tell him, again opening myself up to the man standing before me. The man who, time and time again, has refused to let the world swallow me whole.
“Are you going to let me taste you, sweetheart?”
I nod, but he shakes his head. “I need words.”
“Yes, Cash. Please.”
His lips slam into mine again, and his hand leaves my center, both moving to where my ass is sitting on the counter, and he lifts me.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and feel the effect I’m having on him.
I squirm, liking the way it feels to be this close, having our bodies so connected.
“Fuck, baby,” Cash groans out. “I’m going to come in my pants if you keep that up.”
I don’t stop, and he growls. I really like that sound.
Cash spins us toward the doorway and steps out of the bathroom, carrying me down the steps and into the living room.
He gently sets me on the couch and stands, reaching behind the neck of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
I get an unobstructed view of his chest and stomach, and the same flood of desire I had the first time rushes through me.
He stares at me and places his hand over his heart, rubbing the spot. “What you do to me, Cece.” He shakes his head. “I’ve never felt this way. I can’t even begin to describe it.”
“I know,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I feel it, too.”
He kneels in front of me before gripping me around the waist as I lean forward and press my mouth to his.
My hands tangle in his hair, gripping the thick strands in my fists.
His fingers flex against my waist, and I lean back, lifting my arms in the air.
Cash’s needy gaze bores into me as he slides the shirt up my body, freeing me from the confines of my clothes.
We stare at each other for a beat before his gaze travels down to my breasts covered in pink lace.
“You’re breathtaking,” he says, moving his hands to each of my breasts and filling his palms as his thumbs caress each nipple over the thin material.
My overly sensitive buds scrape against the lace of my bra.
It’s not entirely uncomfortable, but I’d rather feel his touch skin to skin than through any fabric.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasp the band and let the straps slip down my arms. The material covering my breasts falls away—leaving me exposed to the man on his knees in front of me.
“Fuck,” he breathes out as one finger glides over and around my hard nipple.
Cash’s eyes bounce between what his finger is doing and my face, gauging my reaction.
Holding my half-lidded gaze, he leans forward and licks the peak, swirling his tongue around and around.
My head falls back, and I let out a long moan.
I never thought there could be so much pleasure in feeling his lips on my naked skin, but I was so, so wrong.
I feel dizzy and grounded at the same time as his hand comes to my other breast, and he scrapes his palm over my flesh.
I’m writhing on the couch, the sound of my panting breaths filling the room.
It’s impossible for me to keep my hips still, but I’m unsure of what I need to quench this fire inside me that’s quickly burning out of control.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you.” He licks once more then pulls my nipple into his hot mouth, sucking deep once before lifting his head.
The sensation makes my back bow, and he sits up before flicking the button of my jeans.
“If your skin tastes this good, I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”
“God, please,” I beg, and he sends me an indecent smirk as his fingers grip the tab of my zipper and pull it down. If his mouth on my skin makes me feel this good, this out of control, I can’t wait to feel what he can do with his tongue on my center.
Cash grips the waist of my jeans and shimmies the fabric down my thighs, then pulls them off completely. He stares at the pink fabric of my panties, and without looking, I’m positive there’s a wet spot in the center.
“Goddamn, Cece. You are so fucking beautiful. I could stay here like this and stare at your perfect body all night.”
A smile tips the corner of my mouth. “I hope you do more than stare, Cash.”
He releases a deep chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby. I plan on doing a lot more than just looking.”
Cash leans forward and licks over the fabric of my panties. My body jerks, and he does it again.
“More,” I beg.
“Shh. I’ve waited a long time for this, baby. I’m going to savor every moment.”
He licks again, and I squirm under his tongue. He looks up at me once again to gauge my reaction.
“Please. I need more,” I plead. Honestly, I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, needing something I’ve never known, but craving it like my life depends on it all the same.
He finally takes some measure of mercy on me and slides my panties from my body, leaving me completely exposed and laid out in front of him.
Then his head dives to my center and he licks through my pussy as though he’s filled with a thirst that can only be quenched with my body.
“Oh God,” I cry, my head falling back against the couch. “Don’t stop.”
He growls into my pussy as his tongue flicks against my clit, then swirls around my entrance, dipping in every few rounds, tasting my core.
“That feels so good,” I moan out and look down at him. There is something unbelievably erotic about seeing this man with his head between my legs, eating at me as though he can’t get enough. “Fuck.”
His eyes lift to mine, and he holds my gaze while he enters one finger—then two—inside me without lifting his mouth from my pussy.
At every turn, every new thing Cash does to my body, he makes sure to gauge my reaction.
If I wasn’t already pretty sure I’m falling in love with the biker before me, I’d be damn sure now.
A tingling sensation that I’ve never felt before starts building where his mouth is connected to me.
It quickly spreads through my legs and upper body.
Moments later, the feeling detonates into an explosion of sensation, and I cry out.
Cash never stops as I writhe beneath him, my hips jerking with every pulse, with every earth-shattering burst that comes when his tongue brushes over my clit.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
Cash lifts his head, kneeling over my body and crashes his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, taste the indescribable pleasure he just pulled from my core.
“I’ve said it before, but you are devastatingly breathtaking, sweetheart. Especially when you come undone.”
He kisses me again and again. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against the bulge in his pants. I’m so incredibly sensitive after my orgasm, and the motion is building that sensation inside me again, but it’s not quite enough.
I break the kiss and whisper, “I need more.”