Chapter 29 Cash #2
She trembled as I tugged her leggings fully from her feet, leaving her in a tank and these little underwear that covered next to nothing.
“Heels on the counter,” I grunted.
Surprise widened those beautiful eyes, but she complied, spreading her knees wide. Her underwear stretched over her center.
The lace damp with her arousal.
I angled in so I could whisper at her ear, “You drippin’ for me, Little Wallflower? Are you soaked at the thought of me putting my mouth on this sweet, needy pussy?”
Easing back, I rubbed my fingertips over her, just pressing the fabric in between her lips.
My tongue stroked over my bottom lip as I glanced between her quivering thighs and her face.
“You have any idea what it feels like, getting to see you this way? Body begging for me? It’s like touching heaven when I’ve been living in hell.”
Redness flamed Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m the one who’s in heaven, Cash. Look at you.”
Her gaze traipsed over my chest and down to my abdomen.
My muscles coiled like I was readying for an attack. Skin raised and red from the tumble I took, but the pain of that long gone.
Eradicated with the bare brush of her hands.
“Nah, baby. You’re just seeing what I see reflected back.”
I rubbed her a little harder, making sure I grazed over her clit.
She jumped a fraction, those hands clinging to the edge of the counter as she arched. “Please, Cash.”
“Don’t worry. Only thing I’ve got for you tonight is pleasure. I’m going to soothe this ache.”
I nudged her underwear aside.
Nearly blacked out at the sight of her cunt.
Dripping and bare.
It’d been so long. So fucking long since I touched a woman. So long since I allowed myself any sort of carnal relief.
And this was Daisy. Daisy who was set in front of me.
The ultimate temptation.
Lust barreled through my insides, and I forced it down, refused the idea of taking her fully.
I didn’t get that.
Mercy or reprieve.
I’d gladly take the pain so I could send her soaring.
I pressed two fingers inside her.
A gasp rocked out of her, and her knees dropped open wider. Her head shook from side to side as her walls throbbed around my fingers.
“Cash, I…” She gulped as she struggled to catch up with the action.
Could hear the thrashing of her heart. The stampeding of the blood that rushed through her veins.
Woman already so wound up I knew it wouldn’t take much to send her flying.
“Is this what you needed?” I asked as I withdrew then thrust my fingers back in.
She wiggled on the stone countertop.
“More.” She reached out and raked her nails down the front of my chest.
Fuck. Why did I love it? Love that she was demanding what she needed? I was overcome with the feeling that I might be the only one who could give it to her.
I inched back so I could take hold of the waistband of her underwear, and I peeked up at those enchanting eyes for permission.
Terrified I was going to do something to harm her in some way.
Telling myself to be cautious.
Knowing how easily I could lose control.
My tendency for destruction clamored around inside me, howling in my ear that even touching her this way was a sin.
Selfish to the extreme when I didn’t deserve to even glimpse her beauty.
But this was for her.
To sate the need that quivered through her body.
This thing she needed that I was a demon for delivering.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t crave it.
Just this once.
To see her come undone in my hands.
She trembled as I peeled the flimsy scrap of lace down her legs, and I groaned as she returned her heels to the counter.
Girl spread out wide.
Pussy pink.
“So damned needy.” It was a grunt as I let my fingers drag through her slit.
My guts were a tangle of lust and mind-bending want.
A compulsion urged me forward.
Begging me to take more.
To push this far past where I knew I could go.
But right then, I was going to be everything she needed.
Her protector.
Her shield.
The one who was going to send this sweet body soaring.
“Can’t believe I get to see you like this. An apparition in my room. An angel sitting on that counter.” Every word scraped from my mouth. “Keep thinking this can’t be real. That you can’t be real.”
“This is the first time I’ve felt real for a long, long time. With you looking at me that way. Like I…mean something.” She fumbled over the thinned confession.
Was sure it was a sound of anger that thundered in my chest at the thought that she hadn’t been treated that way.
“You’re a fuckin’ treasure, Daisy. A gift. You’re the first kiss of the morning light. A promise that maybe the future isn’t so bleak.”
My chest squeezed when I said it.
Because that wasn’t for me.
A future.
But I was going to make sure that’s exactly what she and those children had.
Softness filled her features. So damned gentle and giving that I had to steel myself against it. Remember what this was about.
What I could offer and what I could give her.
So, I eased down onto my knees on the rug and slipped my arms under her legs, hands gripping onto the outside of her thighs.
Thighs that quaked.
“Oh, Cash, I…”
Redness flushed her cheeks, the girl squirming, for the barest beat going shy.
Couldn’t stop the smirk that hitched at the side of my mouth. This foreign feeling taking me over.
“Don’t get shy on me now. I’m going to make you come apart, Little Wallflower. Going to make you feel so good that you forget everything but my name and the fact that I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. Then you’ll be begging me again and again.”
Fuck. I shouldn’t be telling her these things. Shouldn’t be thinking of all the ways I wanted to rip her to pieces. Ways I wanted to shatter her then put her back together.
But with Daisy, the words got loose of their trap.
“I’ve always been begging for you.” It was a plea that dripped from her mouth.
Greed clamoring through my insides, I dipped in and dragged my tongue through her folds and up to her swollen, aching clit.
She nearly hit the roof, and she clutched onto my hair. Hanging on as if it was the only thing that kept her from floating away.
“Oh, Cash, yes, I…” Incoherent words toppled from her on a stream, and I tucked myself closer so I could devour her cunt the way I’d been dying to do.
The taste of her flooded my senses as I licked deep into her slit. A field of flowers and something far more decadent.
The scent of her went straight to my dick. My cock so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
I licked and lapped and drove her toward ecstasy.
Rasps panted from her mouth, and those dainty hands tugged at my hair to the point of pain.
Sharp spikes of pleasure that shot down the back of my neck and rippled down my spine.
My balls tugging in a greed there was no chance I could satisfy.
But I was going to give it to her. This woman who stole a part of me what felt like a million years ago and had never given it back.
My heart ravaged in my chest as I wolfed down her delicious cunt. Eating her long and deep before I lapped up so I could get to her engorged clit.
A delirious mewl crawled out of her, and I eased back enough so I could stuff two digits into her pussy.
Her walls clamped down. “Cash.”
“You like that? Did you need it? Did you need me to take care of this gorgeous body?”
I began to drive them deep. Fucking her with my fingers as I dove back in to lick her into oblivion.
She clawed at me as if I were her rock.
As if I were a haven rather than a messenger of death.
But you could be sure that’s what I was going to be when it came to the monster who was after her.
She rasped my name like a chant. “Cash. Cash.”
“I’ve got you,” I mumbled into her heat.
Her muscles tightened and coiled.
And I could feel her.
On the brink of bliss.
And the whole fucking problem was I was right there, too. Hovering at the edge of impossibility. A place where I could never rest.
I drove my fingers deeper and harder as she tugged violently at my hair. Pants and pleas ripped from her mouth as pleasure gathered around her like the sun gathering on the horizon.
Could feel when the first rays climbed over the peak. Girl breaking apart and spikes of light streaking through the room.
Blinding.
Disorienting.
The need that I felt.
Something so much bigger than I could ever allow myself.
The walls of her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she continued to rip and tear at my hair. Like somewhere inside her, she knew how desperately I needed to feel.
I wanted the burn and the pain and the realness of what she was. So, I sucked it down for as long as I could, drawing her pleasure out.
Her body twitched and shook as the orgasm flickered and danced through every cell of her being.
She was gasping when I slowly edged back.
On my knees staring up at the angel who’d somehow shown up at my door.
My torment.
My grief.
The last fucking beat of my mangled heart.
Tenderness filled her features as she struggled to get her breath. To come back down from the delusion where I wanted us to stay.
“You good?” The question was hard, though my palms were soft as I ran them up and down the outside of her legs, needing to make sure that I hadn’t pushed her too far.
With a trembling hand, she reached out and brushed her fingertips down my cheek. “Nothing has ever felt better than that. Never. Not once in my life.”
A wave of possession crashed over me.
My cock throbbed at my jeans.
I wanted to tell her that she hadn’t even had me. That I’d only just begun. That she had no fucking clue what I had in store for her.
“Not sure you could handle what I want to do to you.” The words were gravel. Dropping like stones that began to topple before a full rockslide decimated everything.
I needed to resurrect the barrier I never should have lowered.
Except a fresh wave of desire spilled out of her, and the heavy heat of her scent invaded my senses.
Those eyes flamed with wild interest. This woman who had always trusted me when she shouldn’t.
In restraint, I ground my molars, and I turned and snatched her underwear from the floor and wound them up her legs.
She sat forward a fraction, her legs dangling to the sides as I remained kneeling between them. My chest heaved and my body strained as catastrophic thoughts banged through my brain.
My hands tingled with the need to dive right back in.
So close to cracking, I turned and pressed my mouth to the inside of her knee, needing to touch her one more time but knowing I had to put an end to this.
Then I forced myself to stand.
I towered over the woman who gazed up at me like I was some kind of dream and not the monster who had ruined her life.
Tentatively, she brushed her fingers over the pounding at my chest then started to trace them down my abdomen.
A blaze lit in their wake.
A painful taunt.
Only she didn’t stop.
She dragged them all the way down to the button of my jeans. She gave a little tug.
My cock raged, and a rush of lightheadedness made it difficult to see.
I was so close to breaking. So close to stepping over a line. Hell, there was no question I’d already hurtled over it just having her like this.
“Not going there,” I gritted.
“Cash, I…”
“Not going there, Daisy.”
My hands fisted at my sides, and she chewed at the inside of her cheek the way she always did when she was upset or nervous before she slowly slid off the edge of the counter. She landed on her feet.
The brightest fucking light.
The morning.
The sun.
That bolt of bright color in the middle of the bleak.
She brushed her hand down my chest again. “You take a shower in here and get cleaned up. I’ll get you some fresh clothes and leave them on the bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Just…please,” she muttered.
Then she dipped down and grabbed her leggings from the floor, turned to walk away, though she stopped at the doorway.
Her gaze filled with the type of understanding I couldn’t fathom. “You don’t have to hide from me, Cash. I already know who you are.”
Then she turned and slipped out the door.
My hands shot to the counter, and I bent in two as I struggled to draw the oxygen back into my lungs. Trying to pull my shit together when the only thing I wanted to do was chase after her.
But I couldn’t do that. I had no right.
Breaths shuddering, I forced myself to straighten. I shucked out of my jeans and underwear, barely noticing the pain of the injuries.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I walked through life mostly numb, though right then, I was feeling all the things I shouldn’t feel.
I lumbered to the shower and turned it on. It took only a second for the water to heat, and a misty fog filtered out into the bathroom. As disorienting as I felt.
I stepped into the spray.
Hot water pelted my flesh, and the warmth rushed over me, though I found no comfort in it. It was just the tormenting remnants of her touch and her words and her taste written all over me. I reached out and pressed my palm to the wall, propping myself up as the spray pounded my head and shoulders.
My cock throbbed to the point of agony.
My insides a toil of knots and lust and a desperation unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Fisting myself, I gave a hard stroke.
Her name left me on a gush. “Daisy.”
And I knew I had to be dreaming. That I was losing my grip. Sliding off the side of a quickly crumbling cliff.
Because she was suddenly right there, standing in the glass doorway, that cinnamon hair raining around her. And she stepped forward into the shower and dropped to her knees.