“Tolerance for a massive phone bill.”He chuckled.“Plus, Dad usually managed to find a three-day weekend here and there to visit her.And writing letters.”
I picked my head up.“Like old-fashioned pen-and-paper letters?”
Cash chuckled again.“Yep.Mom said in those days, depending on where she was, the internet wasn’t always reliable or available for email, but they could count on the post office.”For a few seconds his fingers stilled on my skin.“She still has those letters somewhere.”
I grinned into his chest.“If that’s how they were keeping their marriage together, I bet those letters are steamy.”
“Yeah.”Beneath my cheek he shuddered.“I hope she burns them before my brother and I have to do something with them.”
Gasping, I rested my chin on his chest.“No!That would be terrible.”
Shooting me a knowing smile, he said, “The point is, if both people support each other, then both of them can follow their dreams.No one is tied down.”
I pushed against him again.“Let me up.I have to whizz.”
He barked out a laugh.“Whizz?”
Rolling to the edge of the bed, I shot him a silly grin over my shoulder.“Would you rather I be vulgar?”
Standing beside the bed, I stretched and looked around for my clothes.Then Cash was there, extending one of his T-shirts to me.“It’s too early for you to leave yet.”
My brow shot up, but I couldn’t resist his shirt.It covered me from my shoulders to mid-thigh and probably hung on me like a sack, but the banked fire in his eyes said he liked seeing me in his clothes.Giving him a little shimmy, I flounced out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
When I stepped back into the hallway, I heard soft feminine giggles followed by the low tones of Taco’s voice coming from the closed door across from the bathroom.My face heated at what they might have heard coming from Cash’s room a short while ago.As I hustled back down the hall, I hoped they’d arrived at the house after the fireworks of mine and Cash’s reunion.
The thought hauled me up short, and I leaned my head against the bedroom door, my hand on the doorknob.We’d spent the summer texting and making the occasional phone call.Our situation was eerily similar to his parents’ back in the day.
This is not good, Saylor Cherise Davis.This is not good atall.
A whiff of Cash’s scent—woodsy soap and musk—wafted up from his shirt, and my body tightened at the memories that smell invited.
“Saylor.Get in here.”The humor in Cash’s voice drew my head up.How did he know I was stalling outside his door?
“Taco is home.With a girl,” I whispered as I slipped back into his room.“What if they heard us?”
Reclining against the pillows on his bed, Cash patted the mattress beside him.“So what if they did?Probably inspired them.”The wicked gleam in his eyes promised more “inspirational” shenanigans.
I wasn’t a prude, but contrary to what my friends thought sometimes, I wasn’t an exhibitionist either.
Taking a tentative step toward my clothes scattered beside the bed, I said, “I should probably go.”
Lifting the blanket covering his lap, Cash said, “And leave me like this?”
In the low light cast from his bedside lamp, I’d only concentrated on his face and maybe on his perfectly sculpted shoulders and hard pecs.After playing half a football game and engaging in two intense rounds of sex, I would have thought he’d be ready to crash.The impressive erection he revealed implied I had a few things to learn about Cash’s stamina.
“But Taco—”
“Is busy getting busy.They won’t hear us over their own good time.Come here.”
“Cash.”
“We’ll be quiet.”The unholy gleam in his steel-gray eyes belied his words, but like a magnet, the desire staring at me drew me to the bed.
When I climbed onto the mattress, he pounced, rolling me beneath him as I let go a squeal of surprise.
“Shh!We’re trying to be quiet, Saylor,” he teased before he lowered his head and devoured my lips in a soul-searing kiss.
One second I was trying to maintain some distance and maybe a level of privacy, and the next, his fiery kisses had reduced me to mewling pleas and writhing hips, my hands skimming over every inch of his skin I could reach as I grasped him to me.Somewhere in there, I lost his shirt, so when he trailed his lips down my neck and across my chest, my nipples were on peaked display for our mutual pleasure.
