Tough Luck (A-List Security 1)

“I want to hunt for more tattoos,” I whispered against his lips, yanking at his shirt.

Chuckling, he rolled away enough to pull it off. “Hunt away.”

“Wow.” I gulped because he was just that hot. Fuzzy chest. Big tattoo on his pecs. Dark nipples. Faint scars on his ribs I’d rather not think about. Flat belly with just a hint of softness to it. I liked that, liked how even in his rock-solid physique, he couldn’t completely escape his soft side.

He was made for cuddling, and I was almost as excited about sleeping with him as I was at the prospect of sex. Needing to feel his skin, I took off my own shirt and draped myself over him. His fuzz was electric, each bristly hair lighting me up until I wanted to wriggle like a puppy against him.

And since he didn’t seem inclined to stop me, I did exactly that, right down to the lusty purr in my throat.

“You’re cute.” He kissed the top of my head, tightening his arms around me, holding me close. “And hot. Damn. You feel so good.”

I liked the hot compliment far more than cute. I’d been cute my whole life, but Cash made me feel sexy. Powerful. And he kissed like I was the one giving him a present instead of the other way around. I let him take over the kiss, welcoming his tongue into my mouth, goading him into being more aggressive. Even when he was nipping and growling and tongue-fucking my mouth, Cash never took. That was the difference. He gave and gave and gave until I was breathless and shamelessly grinding against his hip.

“Cash.” I licked his collarbone, right above his chest tat, reveling in his answering shudder. Needing to see even more of him, I plucked at the waistband of his shorts. “Want to feel all of you.”

“Yeah.” He moved so we could both shed our shorts, and then it truly was like my first time because it sure felt like I’d never seen another naked man. Poof. Prior memories wiped, only Cash with his sturdy thighs and hard cock, which jutted up against his abs, as impressive as the rest of his thick self. Eager to feel it against my skin, I straddled him, a little zing rushing up my spine at how easily he let me push him to his back. He could flip me, but he didn’t, only groaning low instead. “Fuck.”

“Wow.” I gasped as his cock poked my stomach when I bent forward to kiss him. And when I sat up, our cocks looked so sexy next to each other that I had to moan. I had a wish list of a thousand items, but all I seemed to be able to do was stare.

“You’re going to have to help me out here.” Grabbing my hand, Cash brought it to his lips for a kiss. The sweet, simple gesture hit me square in the gut. His eyes had an uncertain cast to them that seemed genuine, not part of the pretending. “I’m not entirely sure what comes next.”

I’d discovered condoms and an unopened bottle of lube in the bathroom’s medicine cabinet downstairs, and Cash seemed ready to go along with whatever I wanted, whether fucking or something else. But that willingness, combined with how he thrilled to even tiny pleasures, made me want to wait. Draw this game out and try his patience for once. Imagining we’d have plenty of nights to go slow and get this right made me warm like I was wrapped in the fuzziest of blankets.

“Me either. We can figure it out together.” I smiled at him before taking the hand that still held mine and bringing it down to our cocks. “Like this?”

Releasing his fingers, I lined our cocks up and slowly stroked them together, moaning even before I finished the motion. What I really wanted was his bigger hand, so I withdrew mine, allowing him to take over. And fuck, it was even better than I’d hoped, his grip jacking us both, pushing my cock against his. He seemed to agree, groaning right along with me.

“Love it.” Like me, his gaze was riveted to our cocks moving through his fist. His eyes were wide and glassy, and his mouth slack. He looked like he was having a religious experience, but his touch and voice were pure sin. “Come closer so I can kiss you.”

I bent forward, and he met me halfway, his hunger palpable as his mouth claimed mine. Possessive. Dirty. Needy. Another level to our kissing, and it plus his slow strokes were enough to have me panting. “Please.”

“Fuck yeah.” He sped up his hand, only to slow again. “Sorry. Feels amazing, but a little dry.”

“I’ve got an idea.” I stretched away enough to snag my shaving kit, coming up with a small bottle of lotion that promised organic rejuvenation, but right then, all I cared about was more of Cash’s hand. I drizzled some over his fist, giggling at the cold then moaning as he smoothed it all around. Now our slippery cocks could slide past each other, each sensation a new high. “More.”