Page 28 of Screwed
She whirled around to pull two plates from a cupboard. The air in the kitchen had gone static, and her lower belly tightened. “Want a drink? Beer?”
“I could go for a beer.”
She opened the fridge and retrieved one, grabbing one for herself as well.
Cash cocked an eyebrow as she handed him the bottle. She shrugged. “What, I can’t drink beer?”
“You can drink whatever you want, darlin’.”
She tilted her head. “Damn right I can.” She didn’t have to drink white wine and cosmos and ladylike martinis. She’d drink Maker’s Mark and Shiner Bock anytime she wanted.
She handed him a set of chopsticks and pulled her stool up to the island. Soon their plates were loaded with dynamite rolls, tempura yam rolls, and tuna maki. “Mmm. This is so good.” She closed her eyes as she savored the bite of wasabi mingled with the sweet shrimp and creamy avocado. She opened her eyes to find Cash gazing at her instead of eating. “What’s wrong?”
That static electricity buzzed between them again.
“Nothing.” He picked up a roll and dipped it into soy sauce, then popped it into his mouth. “How’s your tattoo feel?”
“The tattoo feels fine…but my body still feels…weird.”
He frowned. “Your body feels weird?”
“Yeah.” She poked another piece of sushi, not meeting his eyes. Her lower belly ached with need, her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples tingled. She was so frickin’ horny she was starting to worry she might jump him. And that would be a disaster of epic proportions. The idea almost made her shudder, and yet…it also turned her on even more. Because Cash was hot.
Lord have mercy.
She shoveled in more sushi, then her sinuses started burning and her eyes watered. She choked. “Damn!” She coughed again.
Cash rose from his seat. “Okay, darlin’?” He moved behind her and patted her back. “Need a Heimlich?”
“No,” she wheezed, coughing more. “Too much wasabi.”
“I’ll get you some water.” He strode over to the fridge and returned with a bottle of water he’d already removed the lid from. She accepted it and gulped the icy liquid. “Whew.” She blinked her wet eyes. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He patted her back, and she sucked in a long, slow breath, easing into his touch. She turned her head just slightly to look up at him.
His dark beard stubble looked so good on him. His eyes were crinkled at the corners with concern, and she wanted to touch her tongue to the small mole right in front of his left earlobe. She swallowed.
Her body tingled everywhere, and she still had that lovely floaty feeling. “I think I’m drunk,” she murmured.
Cash’s eyebrows pulled together. “What? You’ve barely touched your beer.”
“I feel…weird. Spacey. High.” She paused. “Turned on.”
He choked. “Uh. I think it’s the endorphins. From the pain of the tattoo.”
“Oh.” She cocked her head, still looking at him, her body thrumming. “I like it. But…I need…”
Their eyes locked. Cash went very still, his hand on her back, warm and strong. “What?”
Callie slid off the stool, her body brushing against his, went onto tiptoes, and touched her lips to his. “Sex,” she whispered. “I need sex.”
She gripped his T-shirt in both hands and pulled herself closer, pressing against him. He inhaled sharply, and his hands went to her hips. “Callie…”
Her eyes drifted closed, and she pressed her mouth to his. “Mmm.”
A groan rumbled in his chest as she licked his bottom lip, then kissed him again. And he kissed her back, his mouth opening. He took control of the kiss immediately, and her knees went weak. She clung tighter to him as her head spun, exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue, electricity zipping through her body when he slid his tongue into her mouth.
He tasted delicious, and his lips moved on hers, firm and warm and perfect. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her buttocks, and he pulled her against him. He was hard.
