His kisses were rough but soft at the same time and he was hungry for my taste.
“I…Cash…I…” I muttered in between, catching my breath and his kisses.
“Shhhh,” he whispered, and then kissed my neck, then back up to my cheek, and finally my lips again. He was peppering wet kisses everywhere.
He was building me up, revving me up like an engine, as only he knew how. His very touch and the way he moved turned me on.
After what seemed like an hour of kissing and taking each other in, hands flinging everywhere and movement toward each other’s body, showing the passion and want we had for each other, I pulled back.
“I’ve got to get back out there before they come looking for me,” I said. I put my hand to my lips feeling how swollen they were. It was a pain I rather enjoyed.
“Caleb?” Cash asked. “I thought we had settled that…”
“What we had settled was that I needed time. I’m not going to go on Cash’s roller coaster again.”
“Baby, there isn't a roller coaster. This ride is closed. Only for you, Emma.”
I loved to hear him say my name… it rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be said only by him.
“I didn’t like seeing you with another man, baby,” he said, almost in a begging voice.
I didn’t respond. There wasn't anything I could say to put him at ease. I wanted to tell him I didn't want to be with another man.
I straightened my blue dress the best I could and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“You might be sitting right beside him tonight, but I know you are thinking of me. And if you weren't before, you are now.” Cash winked and smiled his evil smile that made me want to strip down and do whatever he commanded.
I smiled then rolled my eyes before leaving him to his own self.
Now, that was a Cash comment.
I knew the entire remainder of the night I would be thinking about why I didn't stay in that closet with Cash, and then why I went into that closet with Cash. Back and forth, to and fro, without resolution.
He sure knew how to make a woman feel at odds with her thoughts and wants.
But I would end up where I always did…he said he wanted me, but he had said that before.
How many times could I be played a fool when it felt so good?
Tangling with the devil had never felt so satisfying.
CASH
I had only been in my apartment half an hour, enough time for a shower, when I checked my phone to see if I had any messages.
Emma: Open your door.
My eyes about popped out of my head when I saw Emma was here. She had never been to my place here in Hilltop.
The message was sent just a few minutes ago so I hoped she was still here waiting for me, and hadn't talked herself out of being here.
I swung open the door, with a pair of shorts on and the towel still around my shoulders.
Emma.
She was standing at the door, with a smile on her face bigger than Texas.
“This is certainly a surprise,” I said with a devilish grin.
“A good one I hope?” She questioned.
“How did you know where I lived?” I asked.
“I have my ways.” She moved her eyebrows up and down flirting with me, and damned if I wasn't eating it up. It had to have been Wyatt or Breigh, yet I doubted either of them would approve of her standing here in front of me tonight.
Emma stepped in and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, placing a kiss on my lips just like the kisses we shared in the closet earlier tonight.
Instead of questioning her, I held our kiss and lifted her up, pulling her into my apartment.
When our kiss finally broke, I offered her a drink and she followed me to the kitchen.
She smiled. “What I want is not a drink…”
I swear I about popped out of my shorts hearing that from her lips.
I observed her looking around, checking out my place, not impressed in the slightest.
“Not much decorating, huh?”
“I don't really plan on doing much. I hope to find a house or something soon.”
Wyatt had actually brought it up, saying I might like living in a home better and I agreed. I guess I had never really stayed in one place all the time but things had definitely changed. I wasn't going anywhere. He also continued on about the equity I could build.
It was ironic, he was telling me about it when I had always been more the money person.
“My old apartment in Houston was furnished so I really didn't have anything to bring. Plus I sold anything I did own, wanting to start fresh. Believe it or not, I even got rid of the Rover.”
“Fresh is always good. I’m sorry to hear about the business…” She said sweetly.
“Yeah, well. It is what it is. I figured Breigh filled you in.” I paused. “Anything I earned with my father, at least the big things, I got rid of. My place, my car, my boat.”
I moved to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge before placing my hands up on the counter.
Emma pulled herself up on the bar counter and was sitting there watching me. The blue dress she still had on was hiked high on her thighs, the legs she clearly kept in shape on display. Her sexy black heels were dangling from her feet skillfully.
I offered her a few things but she settled on some water, reminding me to thank Breigh for picking me up things at
