Chapter 5
Cash
The second my lips touch hers, I know I’ve made a mistake. There’s no pulling back from this, and I don’t care. Every line I told myself I wouldn’t cross disappears.
The only thing that matters is this woman and this moment.
From the moment she set foot on my ranch, I’ve wanted this. Right or wrong. It doesn’t matter anymore.
Kali smells like roses, but tastes like the sweet red wine we’d had with dinner. The combination is intoxicating.
Her hand fists my shirt as if she’s afraid I’ll change my mind. I can feel every tremor in her body. Every sharp breath she takes, and it hits me just how much I’ve wanted this—wanted her—without even admitting it to myself.
She makes a quiet moan when I tilt her chin higher, and it damn near undoes me.
I try to remember every reason why this is a bad idea. She’s young. Too young for a cowboy like me. She’s a goddamn reporter. Here for a story. A story I didn’t want anything to do with.
But she’s right here. Warm and real and looking at me like she wants this just as badly as I do.
“Cash…” she whispers, half warning, half plea.
“I know.” My voice is rough, only barely controlled. “Tell me to stop.”
She doesn’t.
She won’t.
If anyone is going to put a stop to this, it’s me. But I can’t.
The fire pops, throwing shadows across her face. I trace one finger down her cheek, behind her ear and down her throat, just to see her shiver.
I kiss her again, slower this time, letting it build until the need between us stops feeling like a choice. With a growl, I pull her toward me, so she’s sitting on my lap.
“Better.” With this new angle, I tip her head back and drop a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I keep one hand holding her firmly on my lap, the other tugs at the button of her blouse, needing more access.
Frustrated, I give the fabric a sharp tug, sending buttons scattering across the wood floor. Kali lets out a surprised cry. “Too many buttons on these fancy city clothes,” I growl and slide the silky and very inappropriate for a ranch, blouse down and off her shoulders.
“Better.” My eyes immediately find her full, ripe tits straining against her pink satin bra.
My rough hands slide over the smooth, silky fabric as I squeeze her tits, pulling moans from Kali’s throat.
Her nipples pebble under my touch, and soon, as much as I like the bra, it’s got to go, too.
I unhook it and tear it from her skin, leaving her bare. She arches into my touch, her eyes burning with need. I drag my thumb over the swell of her breast, and she shivers under my touch.
Unable to resist her, I dip my head and pull her hard, aching nipple into my mouth, pulling more groans from her, while I squeeze, flick, and pinch the other.
She’s grinding against me, rolling her hips against my dick. I can feel how hot she is through my jeans. My painfully hard cock straining against my jeans, desperate for release. I want to take it slow with her, savour every second of this, but patience isn’t something I have left.
“Kali,” I grit out, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” My voice is low and dangerous. I need her to know this is so much more than simple wanting. I need her with a hunger that threatens to consume me.
When I lift my head from her chest, she’s looking at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed. The trust in her eyes hits me hard, and my control snaps.
With her still in my lap, I stand, lifting her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her across the room to the bed. Her hair fans over the pillow, wild and beautiful.
“You’re sure about this?”
“If you stop now, I’ll kill you.” She pulls me down, long manicured nails raking my back. “And that is totally on the record.” Her tongue darts out between her smirking lips.
It’s all the permission I need. I make quick work of her jeans, dragging them down her legs, tossing them aside so I can see her properly. Almost naked now except for the satin panties that match the bra I enjoyed so much.
“So, inappropriate for a ranch,” I growl as I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband and tug them off her, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat as I expose her pretty pussy.
I drop to my knees and tug her toward me as I settle between her thighs. I kiss up her inner thigh, tasting and licking her sweet skin as she trembles around me.
“Cash…it’s…”
When I lift my head, her eyes are shut like she’s trying to control herself. But I don’t want her to hold back or have control of any kind. Not even a little.
“Kali.” I nip the sensitive skin on her leg until her eyes fly open and she looks at me. “Relax.” She blows out a breath, and I feel some of the tension release. “Good girl.”
She sighs, her body melting with my words, and it sends a fresh shock of desire through me. My city girl likes to be good for me.
I take my time with her, inhaling her musky, sweet rose-filled scent before I finally press my lips to her core. She’s soaked for me. So perfectly ready. At my touch, she cries out. Her fingers twist in my hair as I explore her.
I work her slowly at first, then harder, until she’s begging.
She cries out, her hips bucking as I circle her clit with expert precision, sucking and flicking until I know she’s close.
I slid one finger inside, then two. She’s so damn tight. I stretch her gently but firmly. Beneath me, Kali grips the sheets, writhing back and forth.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Such a good girl, taking it so well. Come for me, Kali.”
My words are her undoing.
When she comes, it’s wild and unrestrained. Her body arches up, thighs clamping around my head as she cries out my name. I don’t let up until she’s shaking and spent. And then I crawl up her body, kissing her hard so she can taste herself on my tongue.
“You are delicious, city girl.”
When her eyes open, they’re wild with desire again.
My jeans are still on, painfully tight. A fact she seems to recognize immediately. She fumbles with the button, reaching between us clumsily. I help her out, sliding my belt free before shoving my jeans and boxers down.
My cock springs mercifully free of its confines. I let out a low groan of relief as I fist it, giving it a long stroke.
It’s only then that I notice my girl. Her eyes are wide as she takes me in. Her sweet mouth hangs open, giving me all kinds of visions of exactly what it would feel like to have those pink lips wrapped around me.
“Like what you see?”
Kali
Oh God.
He’s huge.
Thick and hard, veins pulsing along his length. The head glistening with pre-cum.
His huge hand looks small wrapped around the girth of it. Watching him stroke himself is making my mouth water.
I’ve never seen anything like it, let alone felt it.
For a split second, shock and panic hit me.
How’s it going to fit?
There’s no way…
“Like what you see?”
His voice pulls me from my trance. Automatically, I close my mouth and nod. “It’s…impressive.”Desperate for him not to realize how inexperienced I am, I swallow hard and smirk. “You sure you know how to use it, or is it just for show?”
His eyes darken with a flare of desire. They’re almost black as he shifts himself forward, notching the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. I stiffen, but only a little, before I force myself to relax and pray he didn’t notice.
If Cash knows I’m a virgin, it will change things, and the very last thing I want right now is for anything to change.
“My city girl is sassy, huh?” My body shudders with pleasure at his words. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll make you beg.”
That almost sends me over the edge, again.
There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this flashing through my head. Not here. Not with him. I need to be professional.
But none of those reasons matter. Not anymore.
The only thing that matters is this handsome, rough, incredibly sexy cowboy who is making me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.
Besides, I’m pretty sure the line has already been crossed.
Cash rubs his cock along my folds, teasing and coating himself in my juices. He’s massive. So much thicker and longer than I ever could have imagined. I don’t know what I expected, but I don’t think I expected it to be so…imposing.
But the ache between my legs is insistent. I want this. I want him. From the moment I arrived on the ranch, my dreams have been filled with this man. The way he looks at me. The way he moves. The way he kissed me.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this.
Every. Overwhelming. Inch.
I arch my hips, urging him on with a grin I hope is flirty and wicked grin.
“Beg? Please. Cowboys like you…they beg for city girls like me.” The words come out softer than I planned, a little uncertain.
But if he notices, it doesn’t show. Quite the opposite.
The heat in his eyes makes my pulse quicken.
“Is that right, city girl?” He leans forward and catches my lips in a possessive kiss. “We’ll see about that.” He moves, slowly at first, the head of his cock pressing inside, stretching my tight walls. The delicious burn steals my breath.
It’s intense. Almost overwhelming.
But pleasure chases the sting of pain, turning the impossible stretch into something I don’t think I ever want to end.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out with the shock of his intrusion, not wanting him to sense my inexperience.
“Fuck, Kali,” he groans, his voice rough. “You’re so damn tight.”
His hands are gripping my thighs, either to steady himself or me, I’m not sure.
His eyes are closed as he drives further inside me. My body works hard to accommodate him. My breath is coming fast, and a soft whimper slips from my lips before I can stop it.
Cash’s eyes snap open and lock on me in question. He stills, and I want to scream with my need for more.
Before he can say anything, I reach around and dig my fingers into his tight ass cheeks, urging him forward.