Page 28 of Solitary Man

“So beautiful, darlin’,” I said, voice guttural.

Her hand drifted over my shoulder. “So are you, Cash. You have no idea, do you?”

I dragged in a rough breath at her words. Then watched her, judging her reaction as I finally took her breasts in my hands, testing their weight. Sweet Jesus. There was no stopping me from sucking a nipple into my mouth. I nearly cried from the pleasure of it.

She moaned, her fingers drifting over my neck, my head, threading through my hair.

“I—I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you, Cash?”

My arms closed around her all on their own as I struggled to breathe. My cock throbbed, the hot, heavy weight of it, the deep ache in my lower gut and balls almost unbearable. “You’re gonna let me have you?” There was no holding back any of it—the words came tumbling out of my mouth. “Oh, Christ. Oh, please, Riley, being with you like that, pushing deep inside you…I don’t think I’ll survive it. But, darlin’…I’ll die if you say no.”

Her legs moved restlessly beneath mine. “Do you have any idea what you do to me when you say things like that? It’s me that won’t survive you.”

Breathing hard, I took her hand from my neck and rubbed my thumb over the rings she wore, the ones that told the world she was mine. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her precious fingers.

I didn’t deserve her, this.

But I was going to take what she offered. Take everything she was willing to give.

And I was going to keep her, no matter what.

7

Riley

Cash loomed over me, eyes wild. His chest was pumping, and his breath huffed in and out.

“Are you sure, Riley?” he asked, his voice like gravel.

I nodded and cupped his cheek. His color was high and his beard tickled my palm. I wanted him, and there was no use pretending otherwise. “You’re driving me crazy, Cash Smith. I don’t think I can wait another second, let alone another day. I know we’re still getting to know each other, but I feel…a connection to you. I want this. I want you.”

His gaze went from wild to blazing hot. He liked that I wanted him. And I realized he hadn’t had a lot of that in his life. How could he when he’d been on his own so long?

“I can’t think anymore now that you’re with me,” he growled. “I can’t work and I can’t sleep from wanting you so bad.”

I slid my hand over his shoulder, down his chest dusted with dark hair, and over the thick slabs of his abs. He was so incredibly strong. I loved everything about his body. “I’m yours. Your wife. You don’t have to want anymore, Cash,” I whispered and ran my thumb over his lower lip. “You can have.”

His entire body jolted hard enough that the bed shook. “I can?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He made a desperate sound and lowered his head again, sucking a nipple into his mouth. One hand covered the opposite breast and massaged restlessly, almost roughly, while the other slid down to my butt and grabbed on. He sucked and licked and toyed with my nipples until I couldn’t take it, until my thighs were slick and I was squirming with how much I wanted him.

And all the while his hands, those massive, rough hands moved over my body, squeezing and massaging. My skin would be pink from it, marked from his calloused palms. It felt fantastic. I could feel where he’d been as well as where he was, and the overload of sensation was more than I could take.

His mouth moved to my other nipple, and I cried out. “Please. Please, Cash, I need you.”

The hand at my waist slid back down to my bottom, squeezed, then moved between my thighs. He hissed. “So wet. Christ, you want me? Don’t you, darlin’?” he choked out as if the idea amazed him.

At those growled-out words, sweet and dirty at the same time, I spread my thighs wider and rolled my hips, trying to get him to give me his fingers while he continued to play with my tormented nipple. “Y-yes, I want you.”

He cursed and pressed two fingers against my opening, then slowly pushed the tips inside. “How badly does my little wife want her husband’s cock?” he said so deep, I felt it low in my belly. “Who do you need, Riley? Say it for me, I need to hear it again.”

My thighs started to shake. “My husband. I need my husband inside me.”

He slid deeper, and I moaned from the pleasure of it, from the sweet invasion of his thick fingers.

He made that same desperate sound, staring into my eyes. “You’re so tight. Oh God, you’re so tight, darlin’. So small. I don’t wanna hurt you.”