No.
My traitor thumb bumps it to the highest setting when arms wrap around my middle.
I shriek—pure instinct. The vibrator goes flying, buzzing like an angry insect, disappearing under the bed.
I slap at the hands, and they jerk away. I pivot, and Cash stands there. Smirking.
“Hi.”
I slap his arm. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He catches my wrist and pulls me against him. “You were occupied.” His mouth covers mine. “You taste like cinnamon buns.”
“You taste like strawberries.” I pick my lips. “And the best whipped cream I’ve ever tried.” I gasp. “Did you have strawberries and whipped cream without me?”
“And waffles.”
I gasp again.
“But I missed every second I was away from you.”
My body relaxes in his arms. “Cheesy.”
He grins, lopsided. “It turns out I like cheesy.”
I laugh, and just as his lips brush mine, the buzzing intensifies.
He pauses. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“I don’t hear anything.” I try to kiss him, but he steps back. “Don’t you hear the buzzing?”
The sound rattles faintly against the carpet.
Bzzzzz. Bzzzz.
Like a trapped bee.
“Be right back.” I run to the side of the bed and drop to the floor, cheek to carpet.
Dust tickles my nose. That little buzzing demon buzzes just out of my reach.
Then I see Cash’s boots on the other side of the bed. He bends down on his hands and knees and looks at me under the bed.
“Whatcha doing?” His eyes find the vibrator, and then flick to mine. “Were you going to play without me?”
“I was going to think about you when I played.”
He hisses a breath as he lies on his stomach, reaches for it, and clicks it off.
“Sorry I interrupted.” His cheek rests on the carpet, and we stare at each other.
We are so far away, but I feel closer to him than anyone I've ever met.
“The real thing walked in, so I’ll forgive you.”
He chuckles.
