“Expect paybacks,” he said, running his palm over my ass one more time when he stepped past me to pick up his clubs.
His threat shivered a thrill through me as I collected my driver and slid it into my bag.We’d made it to the fifth hole where my drive had landed my ball in the rough near the fairway, while his ball rested in the middle of it about a mile closer to the green than mine—as usual.At least this time I hadn’t just dribbled my drive off the tee as on my previous attempts.Again, he gave me pointers that helped me play within three strokes of par—an enormous improvement.By the ninth hole, I was one over par and pretty damn pleased with myself.
“You’re far more patient than I expected for a serious athlete,” I said as we returned our rented clubs to the pro shop.
“With the exception of football, no one should take sports too seriously.”Cash’s eyes danced as he led me back to his Jeep, its best days clearly behind it.
“I dare you to say that in front of the guys on the basketball team—at a party during flip-cup,” I said as I buckled myself in.
“I’m not scared of some basketball player.Now, those girls on the track team…” His eyes twinkled as he fired up his Jeep.“After all that walking, I’m starved.You hungry?”
The rumble of my stomach answered the question for me.
Cash laughed and said, “How ’bout you order what you want and have it delivered to my place?”
“Or we could eat without an audience and have dinner delivered to my place,” I suggested.
“Even better.”
His wolfish grin probably should have worried me.Instead, a surge of adrenaline shot straight to my core, and I clamped my legs together against the sudden throbbing at the promise behind that look.
“Mexican okay with you?”I managed to ask.
“I’ll eat pretty much anything, babe.”
I pulled up the number of my favorite local Mexican restaurant and placed an order Cash augmented as he listened to my side of the conversation.Passing a liquor store on the drive to my apartment, he swung in and picked up some beer to complement the meal I’d ordered.When our dinner arrived, we were sitting on my front deck enjoying a Corona, which earned us a grin from the delivery guy.
“Why hasn’t anyone told me about this?”Cash complained as he downed a second beef enchilada.“This is the best Mexican I’ve ever eaten.”
“The owners are first-generation Americans.They brought their recipes with them from Mexico.Everything they cook is made fresh in house.If not for the fact I’d gain fifty pounds in a month, I’d eat their food every day.”I licked green chili sauce from my fork—the last remnants of my to-die-for burrito.
Like a tractor beam, Cash’s eyes zeroed in on my mouth, so I teased him by dragging my fork through the last of the sauce in the container and making a show of enjoying the end of my dinner.
“Killing me here, Saylor,” he growled.
With an innocent batting of my lashes, I said, “What?I told you La Comida was my favorite Mexican food.”
“Have I mentioned what I’d like for dessert?”
Before I could snap a retort, his tongue was licking a ghostly drop of green chili sauce from the corner of my mouth.He covered my gasp of surprise with a press of his lips to mine, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap, our tongues dancing together in the most intense kiss of my life.His heavy-lidded gaze remained on my mouth when at last he let me up for air.
“Sweetest damn dessert ever,” he whispered before swooping in for another taste.
Time disappeared as Cash plundered my mouth.His kisses thundered my heart and tingled my skin as they arrowed straight to my core, leaving me a throbbing mess of need.
“If you keep squirming over my lap like that, I’m not responsible for what the neighbors think.”His big hand on my hip stilled me for a second as the strain in his voice pushed through the fog of lust in my brain.
From a long distance, the sounds of people laughing, a car honking, the neighbor’s dogs barking, and someone’s stereo booming hip-hop across the green space brought me back into the present.We were sitting in one of my lounge chairs on my deck in full view of anyone walking by or hanging out on the lawn.Based on the hard length beneath my ass and the pulsing state of my clit, we’d been putting on quite a show for anyone who cared to look over at my apartment.On such a warm spring evening, it was a wonder most of my neighbors weren’t outside barbecuing or playing frisbee with their dogs or drinking beer on their own decks.
As I glanced around, I only saw my neighbors diagonally opposite my place sitting on their deck, apparently oblivious to little show Cash and I had been putting on.Clearing my throat, I pushed off his lap, my legs a touch wobbly as I stood beside his chair.
“I didn’t mean you should get up,” Cash grumbled.
“What is it about you?”
Confusion marred his handsome features.
“Every time you’ve kissed me, we’ve been in a semi-public place, and… and—”
