I didn’t know what he was thinking. He was impossible to read. Worst-case scenario, he wasn’t feeling the way I was, amazing kiss aside, and he wanted to drop me off at the general store tomorrow and never look back.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, making myself ask. There was no missing the tension in his body.
“Need to tell you something,” he rasped.
Oh God.
He made another rough, definitely angry, sound.
Now my belly was in knots again. “Did I…did I do something to upset you?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Christ, no. Not angry at you, Riley…at me.”
“Why?” Now my heart was racing as well.
“I didn’t want to walk away, I ah…wanted to give you…” He cleared his throat. “What you needed, but I…I…”
“Cash?”
“Don’t know how,” he finished roughly.
“You don’t know how?” I had to be hearing him wrong.
“I don’t know…what to do.”
He what? No. How could that be? “Are you saying, you’ve never had sex before?” His hold was a vise around me now.
“Lived out here all my life. Don’t go to the city. Make runs to the general store. Do my deliveries. Come home.” He was quiet for several long seconds. “I’ve never been with a woman, Riley, at all. At the general store, that was the first time I’d kissed anyone.”
I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I was shocked, and I hated that he’d been alone all this time, but I was also relieved. “That’s why you left?”
“Yep.”
“And you are…attracted to me?”
He made a low, growly sound. “Yep.”
I relaxed, relief washing over me hard and fast. “Well, that’s good, because I am most definitely attracted to you.”
A pause. “You are?”
I wriggled, and Cash loosened his hold on me enough that I could lift my head and look into his eyes, eyes that showed me more than he knew. I smiled. “Yes.” I touched his face, his soft beard. His eyelids drifted closed for a moment, then opened again. Moonlight from the window streamed in, showing me his pale blue irises that almost glowed in the dark. “You don’t ever need to be embarrassed with me. We’ll work it out, learn what we…um, like, together.”
“Yeah?” he rumbled.
“Yeah.” I brushed my thumb over his lips, they were firm yet soft, and caught his gaze again. “I really like your eyes.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I like your mouth and your…your…everything,” he said roughly.
His cheeks darkened. I could tell even with only the light of the moon. This was hard for him. I ran my fingers over his heavy brow. “I was so worried. I felt close to you after our emails, then today everything was…strained. I’m glad we talked.”
His eyes bore into me like I was the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. Like I was some new discovery. I guess I kind of was, in more ways than one.
“Can I kiss you again?” he rasped.
I grinned and nodded.
Those big fingers slid into my hair, and he tugged me down, his lips taking mine. There was no finesse, no thought, just pure feeling, and like the last time, electricity shot through my veins. I was lit up, on fire, ravenously hungry, and unable to get enough.
Cash’s beard tickling my skin as his lips opened under mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hand moved over my back, then down to my butt, squeezing restlessly like he had in the kitchen. His other arm was around my upper back, holding me tight, pulling me closer.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, lost to sensation.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me, arrowing down between my legs, and I squeezed them together.
“Is this good?” he asked roughly.
“Yes, Cash, so good,” I said against his lips. “Do you like it?”
He made an urgent sound that I took as a yes, as he gripped my butt tighter and ground his massive erection against my belly.
“Riley,” he said desperately.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do you want me to…to touch you?”
“Yes…no.” He hissed. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come. Help me.”
Oh God.
Oh. God.
I wanted that too. So much.
Taking his hand in mine, I pressed it low on my belly. “Put your hand down the front of my shorts, under my panties.”
He shuddered, and I squirmed as the rough skin of his fingers grazed my belly as he hooked the elastic of my pj shorts, then my panties, and slid inside.
“Riley, Christ, so hot and slick and…” His hips jerked.
I covered his hand with mine, pushing it deeper in my panties as I lifted my knee, resting it on his hip to hold me wide. Then I took hold of his massive index finger and moved it where I wanted it. “If you rub my clit just right, you’ll make me come.” I dragged his finger through my juices, and the wide tip nudged against my opening.
His hips jerked again, and his big body trembled. “Oh God, Riley, you’re…you’re so small there…oh fuck.”
“Are you worried you won’t fit?” I whispered.
He moaned, seemingly incapable of words.
“You’re big, I can feel you against my belly. But we’ll fit together just fine when we decide to take it there, I promise.”
He shook harder.
I couldn’t take another minute, I needed to come. I moved his finger up so it was at my clit. “You feel that? That little nub?”
He growled.
“Circle it for me, nice and slow, and I’m going to touch you at the same time, okay?”
“Yes. Please, touch me.”
I shoved my hand down the front of his pajama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my hand met hot, hard flesh. He was as big as I thought. Bigger. I wrapped my fingers around his length, smooth and silky over molten hot steel.
“Oh God. Oh God, Riley.”
He thrust into my hand, even as his finger continued working my clit. I was so wet, so desperate to come, all I could do was whimper as I stroked him faster.
“Tell me what to do,” he choked out.
“Rub across it now. Yes…yes, like that.” I was close, and I wanted him to come with me. “Am I…is this how you like it?” I asked him, wanting him to feel as good as me.
He thrust into my hand faster. “Do anything. You can do anything to me.”
He rubbed me more firmly, picking up the pace, and I gasped for breath as pleasure built higher inside me, until I couldn’t take it another moment. I threw my head back and cried out, coming against his fingers.
Cash stiffened, then jerked in my hand, groaning deep.
His face contorted with pleasure, with awe, as he came for me. His wide chest heaved, and he yanked me forward, plastering me against his chest, holding me so tight I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. What we’d just done was incredible.
“Did I…did I make you feel good?” he asked after a while of us both trying to catch our breath.
I nuzzled his chest. “Yes, you were perfect.”
He rolled to his back, taking me with him, so I was plastered against his side. “I just want to take care of you, Riley.”