I slid under the covers, cuddling up against him as he draped an arm over me, his fingers brushing softly against my arm.
“Goodnight, Cash,” I muttered, my eyelids growing heavier.
He kissed my forehead. “Night, shorty,” he replied.
Just as I began to drift off, he shifted, his voice a low whisper.
“I love you.”
The words hung in the air as I finally slipped into the deepest sleep I’d had in days.
CHAPTER30
CASH “MONEY” BANKS
The smellof bacon woke me up. Jasmine snored softly next to me, her leg tossed over mine. It was a habit she developed when she started staying over my house. I moved carefully, wincing as pain shot through my ribs. My face was also sore, but manageable. If I were home, Dr. Middleton would’ve patched me up, but I had to thug it out here.
We were only staying at CJ’s safe house for three days. It would’ve been too hot to fly immediately after the gala. The police were probably reviewing flight records, and our quick trip in and out of New York would’ve raised a red flag.
Jasmine stirred, stretching before blinking up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Hi,” she murmured.
I gently stroked her cheek. “Hey,” I replied. This woman pulled a softness out of me that I didn’t know existed. I’d been with plenty of women before and cared for a few deeply, but Jasmine had me ready to hand over my whole heart to her.
“Why you looking at me like that?” she asked with a furrow in her brow.
“I’m trying to figure out how you manage to look so pretty even though you got crust in your eye and your hair’s all fucked up,” I smirked.
“Oh, whatever,” she laughed as she shoved me playfully.
My face twisted as pain shot through my side. “Shit,” I muttered, closing my eyes until it passed.
“Oh my God!” She sat up. “Shit. I’m sorry! I forgot!”
I let out a low chuckle. “You tryna put me on the sick and shut-in list, huh?”
“Stop! I’m serious!” she fussed. “What do you need?”
I ran my fingers up the length of her thigh. I felt goosebumps rise on her skin. “I need you to sit that pussy on my face,” I deadpanned, my fingers trailing between her legs.
“Cash!” she squeaked.
“You asked what I needed.”
“But you’re hurt,” she argued.
I bit down on her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m a grown ass man. You forget the first time you saw me, I’d been shot?”
She rolled her eyes and sat up with a huff. “You’re ridiculous.”
”I know,” I grinned, adjusting myself on the pillows. “Now take them shorts off and feed me my breakfast.”
She bit her lip. Slowly, she raised her hips, slid her shorts off, and tossed them off the side of the bed.
I took in every inch of her smooth brown skin. My dick bricked up painfully against my boxers. She hesitated, eyes scanning my face for any sign of discomfort.
I didn’t care how needy I sounded. “Jas…” I pleaded.
