Cash moved her until he was hard beneath her. Holding her hips, he slid her back and forth, the friction sending delicious ripples deep inside her. He pushed her faster, harder. She kissed him, open-mouthed, panting as he worked her body and her mind into a frenzy.
He clasped her shoulders and flipped her over, rising above her, staring down with love and lust shining from his eyes.
She wrapped her legs around his hips. “I love you, Cash.”
He leaned in until his mouth was on hers, telling her without words that she was loved. His lips were tender. His hands gentle. It was a kiss to end all kisses. Finally, he said, “I’ll love you forever, Dallas.”
Her world shifted. She froze. It had happened. What she yearned for, what she had searched for all her life was suddenly hers. She was safe. She was secure. For the rest of her days. She clutched him to her, understanding fully what she’d nearly lost.
She pushed him on his back and held him in her hand, stroking him from root to tip.
He hissed in a breath. “Dallas, I don’t know—”
She took him in her mouth, and he gasped. “God!”
He clasped her head as she pleasured him with her lips and tongue. This was her gift to him, her way of loving him as perfectly as he loved her.
Cash tensed and yanked her into his arms. “You gotta give me a sec.” He kissed her forehead and sighed. “Damn, you’re good.” Running his fingers through her hair, he asked, “How many kids do you want?”
She grinned. Boy, does he need to distract himself. “A couple, at least. How about you?”
“I always figured on three or four. So, we could stick at three, huh? Piper counts as one.”
Piper counts as one? Oh my God, I love this man. “Every time I think I can’t love you any more, I do.”
He squeezed her. “So, how soon can we get married?”
“Uh, soon?”
He tickled her and she squealed, struggling to break his grip.
He asked again, “How soon?”
“I can plan one in maybe ... three months?”
He tucked her in under his chin. “I can live with that. And, Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to pay for it. Your parents aren’t able, and I don’t want you spending your school money on it.”
“Cash—”
“Please, just let me do it. You’ll only get married once. Now, enough talking.” He rolled her on her back and kneed her legs apart, settling between them. Holding himself above her, grinning devilishly, he said, “Prepare to be loved, woman.”
She laughed and pulled him to her, catching his lips in a deep, loving kiss. He was right. Enough talking. Now she wanted to touch and taste and smell the man she loved.
He trailed kisses down her cheek, nibbled her neck, and stopped at the hollow of her throat, tickling her with the tip of his tongue. Goose bumps rose on her arms, and he slid his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple then flicking it.
She arched into him and he took her in his mouth, the suction drawing aching pleasure from deep inside her. His tongue at her nipple sent flaming shockwaves through her. It had been so long since a man had loved her. Yet with Cash, it was more intense, more exquisite.
He took her other breast in his mouth, pushing everything else from her mind until he slid his hand down her belly, cupping her.
With her pulse pounding, her core tightened, anticipating his touch.
Leaving her breast, he kissed her greedily and slid his finger between her slippery folds.
She sucked in a breath, arching her hips.
He slid his finger inside her, finding her sensitive spot with his thumb. Kissing her deeply, he thrust with his finger as his thumb rubbed in gentle circles, bringing her to the brink.
Her world became smaller and smaller. It centered around Cash, his strong arms, his hand, his fingers...
He pulled back.
She cried out and opened her eyes.
Grinning at her, he replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Her body gave a surprised jerk. “Oh, my God.”
“Uh-huh.”
Every nerve she had ached for his touch. She raked her fingers through his hair. Her entire body vibrated in response to the sweep of his tongue. A powerful sensation built and throbbed. Heat streaked through her, and she came in quivering waves. She clutched Cash. “Now! Please, now!”
Voice husky, he said, “Come here, baby,” and pulled her with him to stand beside the bed. From behind, he grasped her hips. “You okay with this?”
Panting, she said, “Yes, yes.”
He touched her back, and she leaned forward. Grabbing the condom, he quickly slipped it on.
His soft tip slid inside her. Though she was wet, he stretched her, and she spread her legs wider. He was all the way in. She felt tight, fuller than ever before. He pulled almost out, then pushed in, quickly this time. She panted, “Yes.” Grabbing her hips, he thrust inside her, pulled out, and plunged in again, and again. She lost count as he hit her sweet spot with each pounding thrust. She was close, so desperately close to another release. She cried out, legs clenching, body convulsing as mindless ecstasy gripped her.
Cash shouted, “I love you” and thrust one-two-three more times, spilling into her, clutching her to him.
Legs shaking, still as one, she stood and wrapped his arms around her. He leaned his cheek on her temple. She turned her face and smiled as she kissed him. “I love you more.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dallas stood before the mirror in the small dressing room of the church in Howelton where Cash had attended services his whole life. Kate, her maid of honor, adjusted Dallas’s long lace veil. Her wedding dress made her feel like an old-time
