“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Cash stood her down next to the tub and with a flick of a switch the jets bubbled the water. He held her hand as she walked up the dimly lit steps. A Chinook wind tossedTracy’s long hair as she placed one foot and then the other into the water. It was the perfect slice of warmth. She sank into the water from her ankles to her knees. She knew when she sat down her white satin underwear would become nearly as transparent as if she were naked. Boldly, she took a seat in what Cash had referred to as a captain’s chair. Sultry music softly blended with the frothy water under the moonlight.
Tracy lifted her gaze from the bubbles to the man descending the steps into the hot tub. Cash, wearing snug, black boxers, lowered his muscular body into the water, settling into the captain’s seat beside her. He sighed with the same pleasure Tracy was experiencing. Pulsating jets hit her neck, back, and hips in all the right places. Cash turned his head and smiled. When he reached for her, the water floated her out of her seat and into his arms. Gently he positioned her upper body at the same level as his, while her lower body glided between his spread legs. On her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her eyes met his blue ones.
Serious, sensuous, sexy. Cash was the whole package of rugged masculinity.
As his lips met hers, his hands moved to her back and he unfastened her bra. She let him. His fingers slid around her ribs and his palms covered her naked breasts. Her nipples beaded. He groaned low in his throat. Tugging off her bra, he dropped it over the side of the tub. His hands moved down her ribs, caressing her bare flesh and she let him. Not only did she let him, she moaned with pleasure. Traveling lower, Cash splayed both his hands atop the satin covering her bottom. He pressed her against his body and she felt the hard length of him. He was letting her know what she was doing to him. As they kissed, he massaged her fanny, and she wondered if he was going to completely strip her. Instead, he turned off the bubbling jets and moved her to her knees. He didn’t say a word, but stood up, taking her with him to the steps of the hot tub. He exited the tub first andturned to her. She was topless and being seen by a man for the first time. Tracy fought the urge to cover herself. She let him look. He took her hand and steadied her as she followed him out of the water to the floor of the balcony.
Under the stars, he tenderly cupped her face and his mouth closed over hers. For the first time his lips parted and his tongue touched her lips. As his mouth opened, hers did too. His tongue slid past her lips and explored. Her heart pounded, her nipples brushed his chest, and her legs grew weak. She vined her arms around his neck and when he began easing her panties down her thighs, she stood on tiptoes to help him.
Was this the balcony kiss Cash had mentioned? Because it was mind-altering.
Tracy shivered from head to toe, and it wasn’t from the night air brushing her skin. It was the fire radiating inside her. It was all that and more.More. She’d wanted more last night in the tent. She wanted more now. From Cash and only from him. She touched her tongue to Cash’s and he groaned in approval. Realizing her panties had fallen around her feet she stepped out of them. In the next breath, his snug boxers joined her underwear on the balcony floor. He raised his head and there was an unspoken question in his eyes.
“More, Cash,” Tracy whispered.
Cash ledthe ultimate redhead into his dimly lit bedroom and threw back the comforter and top sheet. She pulled the band out of her ponytail and gave her head a shake. As she lay down, he admired the naked beauty in his bed. Her cinnamon curls spread across the white pillowcase reminding him of fire. Those mesmerizing turquoise eyes stared up at him as the cinnamon lips he’d just kissed parted. Her cinnamon breath triggered his taste buds urging him to nibble her everywhere starting with her cinnamon nipples.
“You’re princess of the cinnamon kiss. You know that?”
She rested her left arm across her breasts as her right hand covered her femininity. He noted her eyes had stayed on his. She hadn’t gotten up the nerve to glance down his body. He was long, hard, and aching for her.
“I know my kisses are only for you, Cash.”
Good answer. And she said she wanted more, but he knew she was nervous. Cash joined her on the bed and gently swept her left arm to the mattress. Her nipples beaded. He brushed her other hand to the bed and gazed at the smooth vee between her legs. With a kiss to her lips, he trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone to the swell of her full, perky breasts. Closing his lips over her left nipple brought a gulp from Tracy and then she arched her back to his kiss. He nibbled his way to her other breast, took the tip into his mouth, and teased it with his tongue.
Never, and he meant never, could Cash remember wanting a woman like he wanted this one. He wasn’t sure what kind of spell Tracy had cast over him, but he doubted making love to her just once was going to break her magic hold. Trailing his fingers down her flat tummy when he caressed the petal soft secret between her thighs, her legs spread for him. With a single finger, he explored, and she squirmed with a little wiggle. Not that he’d doubted her, but he felt proof of her virginity. Besides the barrier he’d have to break, she was going to be a tight fit. Terrifically tight. When he pulled his hand from between her legs, she moaned and held herself to him.
Lifting himself up on one elbow and looking down at her, he whispered, “If you want more, I need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill to keep my periods regulated.”
Again, Cash didn’t doubt her. As a confirmed bachelor, he would be just as honest. “I don’t have sex without using protection.”
“Let’s be virgins together tonight.”
He’d had the no-condom offer from countless women and never taken a single one up on it. He had no intention ofcatching something or taking a paternity test. He’d never met a woman he wanted to have kids with and didn’t plan on a shotgun wedding. But this woman was a raging fire in his blood. Making him burn red-hot with desire, Cash didn’t think sex with Tracy while wearing a condom could put out these blazing flames. Letting down his guard as never before he rolled on top of her.
“Hell yeah, Tracy,” Cash groaned with need. “Let’s live dangerously.”
Reaching between them, he opened her velvety folds and she spread her legs wider. Placing his manhood to her warm, wet entrance, he felt her hips move toward him, welcoming him. With a slight push, the tip of him met her inner barrier. He paused. She took a breath.
“More, Cash.”
“Any more and you won’t be a virgin when you crawl outa my bed.”
“I want more.”
He thrust and she gasped as they broke into never-explored territory. Sliding in to the hilt, Cash let her body adjust around his. Then, holding her to his heart, he pulled almost out. He was teaching her to ride with every long stroke and each near separation. He picked up speed. She was a fast learner, pushing against him and pulling back, matching him plunge for plunge.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.
She did and after several strokes, he sat up, taking her with him. She smiled and tossed her hair into wild disarray. He kissed her lips and readjusted them in the bed, with her on top. He helped her rise to her knees so that they could be one again. She slowly slid all the way down him, her body gripping each inch until Cash thought he might explode.
