She cries out, too. I feel her body clench and flutter around me in her own release.
Our bodies jerk together, messy and desperate, riding the last waves until there’s nothing left but shaking limbs and ragged breaths.
I stay inside her as the last of my orgasm fades, hips still pressed to hers, not ready to let go. Then I pull her back against my chest.
The back of her head presses against my shoulder. Her wet hair is cool against my skin, and her breath warm and uneven.
“That was—”
“Yeah.” I press a kiss to the side of her damp head, tasting salt.
She tilts her head to look at me. “You hungry?”
I lift an eyebrow.
“I could use a snack. I could watch you bake me a snack.”
“You know the rules. No lingering or socializing during quiet times.”
“My trip is about stepping out of my comfy zone.”
“You mean breaking the rules?”
She smiles. Slow. Trouble written all over it.
“Do you want to break the rules with me?”
My hands tighten on her hips again.
Fucking right I do.
Chapter Thirteen
SHAY
THE HOUSE IS quiet.
Too quiet. The kind that hums in your ears.
“I don’t think we thought this through.” Cash whispers in my ear.
His warm breath skims my skin, sending goosebumps racing down my arms. It’s almost enough to make me turn around and push him back into the bedroom.
“We don’t know the location of the Dry Hump Champ.”
