She let her hand wander down her stomach, the fear of Ethan long erased by the presence of Cash.
Cash.
She squeezed her eyes closed, desperate to cling to the dream as she dipped her fingers beneath the band of her sleep shorts. A moan rolled out of her as she ran her fingers through her pussy. Her legs parted as she moaned.
A growl suddenly rolled through the room.
Reverberating from the walls.
Deep and dark and powerful.
“Daisy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She opened her eyes again. To the man who now stood facing her.
A burning tower in the room.
“I need you,” she whimpered as she continued touching herself. Pleasure licked up beneath her skin. “I always have.”
“Fuck,” he drew out, and he scrubbed a palm over his face before he was at the end of the bed. His hair wet from a shower,his skin glistening in the bare glints of moonlight. “Is it me you think about? For all these years, was it me?”
“Yes.” It strung around them like a filament of desire.
“Show me, Little Wallflower,” he grated. “Let me see you come thinking about me.”
She did. She split apart. Rapture lifting her to another realm.
Bliss streaking through her body as she arched and cried out his name.
“Fuck,” he grunted, then he was gone, flying out the door and slamming it behind him, the wood rattling as he fled. The sound of it jarred her upright in bed.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as I stared at the spot where I was pretty sure Cash had just been.
FOURTEEN
DAISY
It was barelydawn as I blinked my eyes open to the ceiling of Cash’s bedroom. Light pressed in to chase away the haze of sleep and memories and dreams.
I still felt disoriented. Trying to process. To catch up.
Cash finding us yesterday. Coming here. Asking him to marry me. Him leaving then…
Oh God.
A rush of flames consumed my flesh when my mind toppled back to what had to have been a few hours earlier.
Cash had been in his bedroom. His body concealed in that towel. The moan. My fingers. His stare.
What had I done?
Maybe I’d only been delirious. The exhaustion from the fear and the running and the sleepless nights before we made it here snaring me in delusion.
But I was pretty sure that had not been a delusion.
Was pretty sure I had…
I slammed my eyes closed and tried to breathe around the panic that wanted to take over.
